A/N: So this is one of my first fanfictions, and after seeing It's Complicated last night I wanted to base two of my favourite people on the idea. Tell me what you think but please no flaming! Enjoy~
"So, what are you going to do now?" said the voice of a young Frenchman. Guy-Manuel was sitting on a leather couch in a small lounge with his close childhood friend. It was the end of their Daftendirekt tour as Daft Punk, and things were calming to a close. His silvery green eyes turned to Thomas, curious of what was going to happen next.
"Ah, I don't know, really..." The slightly younger man replied, ducking his head down and running fingers through his golden-brown curls. "...I think I'm going to go around America a little bit, see if there's any place that really calls out to me, you know?" Thomas continued, looking back up to find disappointment in his friend's eyes. Guy looked down a bit, frowning. No one could ever tell what he was thinking, but it was all too clear to Thomas.
"Will I....see you again?" The raven-haired man asked lowly, looking away from the other. Bangalter sat up, crossing his legs.
"Of course, Guy....You can come with if you'd like." Thomas replied to the melancholy question his close friend had asked.
"No, I...there's something holding me back. I'll be around. I guess I'll email you, from time to time." Guy-Manuel said, looking back up with what appeared to be hidden sorrow.
That was nine months ago. I had waited a few weeks before keeping my end of the bargain. When I emailed Thomas, he told me he was going all over America. At one time, he was in Ohio. Another time, it was Washington and a time after that it was California. I remember he told me he loved Cali, how casual and relaxed it was, save for all the fame and glory that came out of that place.
I can't stand that place, it's not beautiful, it's not quiet. I can't look over any view that wretched state gives me and feel at peace. But I go there anyway, for Thomas. He looks at peace there, so I'm happy with it. We've been together so long, now it feels like our friendship is waning. I remember tripping over my shoelaces as a kid. Making things in our bedroom and putting them on a CD, showing them off at talent shows. We came in third place, the judges just didn't like our style but to us it felt like we were onto something grand.
I remember when we'd go to clubs, and get on the stage, show all the other kids what we could do. When we could just look at each other and feel it was right. Now, he's off some place else, and I am alone. I do like the peace, but it never feels right to be alone.
I am now living in a home by myself in North Carolina, working at a local bakery. It is a beautiful place here. My two-story blue paneled house is enough to keep me just enough company. I tend to sleep outside though. I can't look at my bedroom without thinking about that other space being filled by my old friend. No, I sleep on a poolside recliner, or just in the pool on an air mattress. Looking up at the moon until my eyelids close tends to comfort me.
That beautiful moon and the stars, she gives me the company I need, pouring her milky radiance down on me. I have tried to make some new things in the nine months we've been apart, but it just feels like my inspiration has fled from me. I was always with Thomas, that I just feel so hollow now. He was my half, and I know I was his.
Before I sleep now, I get on my computer and check my inbox. I always have a new message from him so for that I am grateful. He's always telling me about his day. People he's meeting, shows he's been to. Though I've never heard any mention of a significant other in his life. He never seemed the type to fall in love. I guess we are too young to be thinking about that. We're only in our mid-twenties, after all. He told me that California was starting to bore him, so he was going east.
Little did I know that email was going to be the start of something I never dreamed would happen.
It was another rainy morning in North Carolina. The state did seem to get more than a decent share of moisture. One problem with that morning, if you could call it a problem, was that the young man living there was lying in the rain. He winced at first, and cracked open his drowsy green eyes to find his body was cold and soaked in rainwater. The man closed his eyes again for a minute, before getting up and walking back inside with a towel that was by the door.
Stepping past the white French doors, he towelled himself so he wouldn't track water through the house. Making his way upstairs, he threw his towel on the neatly made bed, walking into the master bathroom. A hiss of water filled the air, followed quickly by steam that slipped out of the cracked door to his bedroom. Guy's usual morning ritual. Get up, shower, get dressed and check the computer.
Clad in just his tight black dickies, the musician sat down in his comfy office chair, booting up the computer. After it turned on and got his programs up and running, he signed into his email account and saw he had an unread message. It brought a small smile to his face to see, as usual, it was from Thomas.
Re: Moving....Again.
Morning, buddy. It's about six in the morning right now, and I'm about to leave the hotel. That guy I told you about, Armand, he wished me good luck, and that he hopes everything goes well on my side.
How are you this morning? I heard the forecast, said it's supposed to rain there, so that should be something to look forward to, huh?
I'll be on the road almost all day today. I might stop by somewhere and see how it goes but you know I'll be checking my inbox from my phone ever so often.
Not sure if I'll be able to reply, but I will read your reply, kay? Also, how's your job going? I haven't asked in the last few emails, sorry buddy.
I guess I've just been so enveloped in moving that I've been making an ass of myself. Tell me all about things on your side!
-Tommy
Guy was smiling as he read this, mumbling the contents out loud to himself. After he read it, he clicked the 'Reply' button and started typing away.
Re: Moving....Again.
Morning, Thomas... It's almost nine right now. I'm glad you had a nice guy to talk to while you were at that hotel, it's hard to come across nice people in the more glamourous places of the word. So, how was that show you went to a few nights back? What kind of tracks did you play?
Yeah...it rained. I slept outside again and woke up drenched in the rain. I hope I'm not gonna catch a cold, ha ha. But not that I mind. I just took a shower so everything's okay.
You be sure to drive safe, where ever you're going and coming from. I'll be leaving for work in about half an hour. Things are going good, especially with that promotion. I'm practically the head of the bakery now and making up the entire menu. I know it sounds really different from what I have been doing but you know how into cooking my mother was. She practically forced me to learn. I've been trying to make a few new tracks, but it's just not working.
I don't know, I guess I'm all out of shine, ha ha...
Miss you, my friend. Hope to hear from you soon.
-Guy
As soon as he sent off the message, the man turned off his laptop and got up to put his work shirt on. It was a sky blue button-up, with a thin white longsleeved shirt beneath it. Grabbing his khaki messenger bag, he slipped on some shoes and walked downstairs.
Guy turned off all the lights, locking up the house and going down the driveway to get into his black Altima. He headed off for the bakery, that was only about five minutes away so he could clock in early. Once he was in, he went behind counter and set his bag down.
"Ah, Guy-Man! You're early." Joseph, one of the employees smiled softly, putting his black apron on and looking at the other set his things down.
"Yeah...I figured it'd be better than sitting around this morning." The young musician explained, grabbing his own apron and putting it on. Joseph didn't know about Guy-Manuel's real profession, nor did any of the workers but one. A kind, young rookie who just happened to be into the scene. He preferred it that way, that not many people knew, because they might exploit it and turn the press onto him. He didn't often like being bothered about so-called 'fame.'
"Ah, couldn't sleep last night or..." The other employee asked as they walked into the back kitchen. He fired up the oven and they got around to pulling out ingredients to cook with. The younger man chuckled sarcastically at the question, breaking a few eggs into a bowl.
"Mm, when do I sleep well?" Guy muttered, pulling his hair behind his ear.
"No, I did, I just woke up outside in the rain again, and so I got up early."
"Oh..." Joseph furrowed his brows. "You really should start sleeping indoors, Guy-Man...."
The man made a small face, thinking to himself.
'I would if I wasn't so lonely...
"Ah....perhaps." He said aloud, smiling fakely. Luckily the other man bought it.
The young musician continued on with the morning, baking the usual assortment of pastries and cakes and setting them out. Soon the doors opened and more employees came in to help. Normally every customer who came in was a regular. Guy knew what they wanted unless they said otherwise.
That's how small their town was, almost every face was familiar. Not to mention he worked at the most popular bakery in town. Work continued in a mundane fashion, and before long, it was about two in the afternoon.
Guy was working in the back, on baking, and he got an order for a lemoncake and some cafe au lait. He got right on it. After about 10 minutes, he had a slice of the order on a plain white china plate, and the drink in a matching cup.
"What table is it?" The raven-haired man asked the front, holding the order.
"Table three, Guy." Joseph said, turning back to take care of his job at reception.
A/N: I hope that wasn't so bad! I'll try to keep up with writing as much as I can. Thanks for reading Chapter One!