Seventeen Steps (3/?)
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million_starTitle: Seventeen Steps (3/?)
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Pairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: PG
Warnings: None
Beta:ophelia1971, whom I cannot thank enough. &hearts
Summary: Matthew is intrigued by his newest neighbor.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
Happy Halloween, peeps.
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I don’t normally go for blondes.
Tall, slender blondes with killer smiles.
“How was that, Matthew?”
So why can’t I get his hair out of my mind? It looked so bloody soft.
“Um, I’m finished.”
And why do we shake hands to greet each other anyway? I think that running your fingers through someone’s hair is a perfectly acceptable way to introduce yourself to them.
“Mr. Bellamy?”
Standing at the window a few feet away from the piano, Matthew shook himself out of his reverie and smiled sheepishly at Monica. He walked briskly toward her.
“Two things. First, I apologize for daydreaming on you - there’s no excuse for that. I humbly beg your forgiveness, m’lady.” Monica giggled as he bowed dramatically in apology. “Secondly, please, you must not, under any circumstance, refer to me as Mr. Bellamy.” He shuddered. “It just sounds so ridiculously pompous and imposing. You know you can call me Matthew.”
Monica raised an eyebrow, amused. “I did call you Matthew, you weren’t listening. What were you thinking about, a girl?” Her eyes lit up. “Or, maybe a guy? I’m very progressive for my age, you know,” she nodded solemnly.
The last thing Matthew wanted to do was discuss his love life with Monica, nevertheless he had to stifle a smile at her speech. Monica was indeed a very intelligent young lady, and certainly had his respect and admiration. He was pleased that she was able to come over for a quick lesson after all. Still, he needed to steer the conversation back to a more appropriate topic… a topic that did not involve Matthew’s burgeoning obsession with a certain head of blonde hair. He cleared his throat as he sat down next to her on the bench.
“The ‘Clearing Of The Throat’ means that the discussion is over, doesn’t it,” Monica asked with a sigh. “Adults are all alike.”
“I’m afraid so,” Matthew smiled. “We are dreadfully predictable, aren’t we? How about you play that for me again, love. I promise you have my full attention.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you - my mum will be coming to pick me up instead of dad.”
Matthew’s mouth went dry. “Oh,“ he squeaked, “That’s nice.“
In the six months or so since Monica had been coming to his flat for lessons, he had only encountered her mother four times. Each time she made it perfectly, embarrassingly clear that she was attracted to Matthew. Whether it was one of her obnoxious winks behind her daughter’s back, or the way she would always insist on kissing him on the cheek whenever she greeted him, or the way her eyes always seemed to be studying his crotch, she, simply put, instilled a sense of panic in Matthew.
To be honest, she scared him shitless.
He tried to focus on Monica’s piece; he really did, but found himself glancing at the clock every few minutes in anticipation of Mrs. Utley’s arrival. Finally, at ten minutes to four, Matthew asked Monica to gather her things a bit earlier than usual. He figured meeting her mum at the door was a good way to prevent her from leering at him, or, god forbid, touching him. When the knock came to the door, he and Monica were ready.
“Hi, baby,” Mrs. Utley cooed to Monica. “All finished for the day? And hello Matthew, my, it‘s been so long!” True to form, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go on out to the car, see you Matthew!” She hugged him tightly.
“See you soon, kid,” he said with a smile and a hug. He backed slowly into his flat, nodding at Mrs. Utley. He had nearly managed to shut the door when she put one high-heeled shoe inside it. He looked up to see her holding an envelope, her eyes trailing up and down his slim frame.
“Here’s what we owe you for the month. There is a bonus included with your usual fees, at my husband‘s insistence. We really appreciate you, Matthew, Monica truly adores you.” She smiled before adding in a low voice. “We all adore you, you know.”
“That’s not at all necessary, I’m not comfortable taking more that the usual,” he frowned, taking the envelope and opening it.
She waved her hand. “Please, think nothing of it.”
Matthew forgot himself, and slowly turned away, his eyes popping out of his head at the amount of money he was holding in his hand.
“This… this is unbelievable,” he croaked.
He should have been paying more attention, instead he jumped and yelped as Mrs. Utley stepped across the threshold, ran her hand over the curve of his arse before giving it a firm smack. He turned around to see her biting her lip.
“You’re unbelievable. See you soon,” she winked.
As soon as she was gone Matthew slammed the door and locked it. He promptly broke into giggles - the money he held in his hands was more than enough to carry him through the month - it was more than enough to make him forget that he just got felt up by that woman.
Later that night, Matthew turned down the lights. After pouring himself a glass of red wine, he kicked his shoes off and sprawled out on his couch. His encounter with his new neighbor Dominic yesterday had left him in a very good mood, another reason that his encounter with Monica’s mum wasn’t as horrifying as it would normally be. Matthew had taken to recreating the impromptu lunch in his mind.
Matthew ran one hand through his hair. “What brings you to town, Dominic?”
“I... well, it‘s complicated,” Dominic blushed again.
Matthew looked down. “I don’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s okay,” Dominic smiled. “We’re neighbors, yeah? We need to get to know each other a bit. Let’s just say I wanted a fresh start. Actually I am training to be a chef, but have had to put that on hold for the time being.” He sipped his glass of water. “What about you, Matthew? How do you spend your days?”
“I live the exciting, jet-set life of a piano teacher.” Matthew laughed.
Dominic looked him in the eyes. “Piano?” he whispered.
Matthew nodded, his eyes drifting down to admire the hint of stubble on Dominic‘s cheeks.
“My mum used to play.”
Dominic’s face seemed to take on a more troubled look as he spoke. His shoulders drooped, his eyes darkened, and Matthew was struck with an overwhelming urge to put an arm around him in comfort. He glanced at Matthew, blushing yet again. “Sorry to zone out on you that way. I-” He cocked his head to one side, his eyes coming to rest on Matthew’s chest.
“Sorry, but I have to ask. That’s the same blue shirt you were wearing last week when I saw you… isn’t it?”
Matthew chuckled. “Indeed it is. My friend Chris, well he’s more like a brother to me really, tells me all the time that I am abnormally attached to this shirt. He might be right.”
Warm, inquisitive grey eyes met Matthew’s. “Tell me, Matthew, what does your girlfriend think about that shirt?”
Sparkling, unabashedly flirty blue eyes met Dominic’s in response. “Girlfriend? No chance.” Matthew replied. Shit, Matthew, very suave, slow down!! He thought for a second, before deciding to let it go. Matthew was in no way ashamed of his homosexuality and never had been. Besides, at least this way he would be able to tell if Dominic was as interested in Matthew as it appeared he was.
Dominic observed him, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Well I like it. It suits you. It matches your eyes.” He rested one hand on his chin. “Okay. This is silly. Would you maybe want to go-”
Yesyesyes, PLEASE, Matthew thought, his heart racing. Yes, I would.
Dominic was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. His face turned serious as he read the text message that he’d just received. He promptly stood up, looking apologetically in Matthew’s direction as he tossed some cash on the counter to pay for the lunch that hadn‘t even arrived yet.
“I’m so sorry. I have to go. Can… can I have your number? It would be nice to at least finish this meal with you sometime.” He fished around in the pocket of his leather jacket before scribbling his phone number down and handed it to Matthew before tossing the pen to Matthew so he could do the same.
I wonder what’s wrong? Matthew mused.
“Call me?” he breathed.
Matthew nodded. “Count on it.” He watched him walk away; admiring the way Dominic’s jeans hugged him so perfectly. Once he had finished his lunch he made his way to Kelly’s, a definite spring in his step.
Matthew squirmed on his couch, trying to ignore the tightness that was gathering between his legs at the memory of Dominic’s arse in those tight jeans. He pulled out the piece of paper with Dominic’s phone number and ran his finger over it. How long should he wait before calling him? Matthew chewed on his thumbnail in frustration. He was so eager to get to know Dominic better; the mere thought of him was driving Matthew mad. He hadn’t been this taken with someone since his previous relationship.
It was time, he decided. He was ready to try again.
The heaviness between his legs was becoming unbearable. He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I need a cold shower. Now.” With that he grabbed his glass of wine and made his way to the bathroom.
Matthew had no way of knowing that he almost ran into Dominic merely a couple hours after their meeting in the restaurant. He had offered to deliver a dozen roses to the hospital for Kelly; he loved to see people smile as they received flowers, and that afternoon Matthew was intent on spreading some happiness. Once he had left them at the nurse’s station he exited by the door on the left.
He had no way of knowing that forty three seconds later, Dominic entered the same ward, by the door on the right of the hall, carrying an overnight bag that hung low on his shoulder. The nurse on duty smiled at him, recognizing him instantly.
“Hello Mr. Howard. I’ll take that for you. Have a seat and I’ll come for you when we’re ready.”
“Will do,” Dominic replied. He took one of the empty seats and reached for the small paper in his jacket pocket, his face brightening at the mere sight of it. He hoped fervently that Matthew, he of the bright blue shirt, was interested in him. He craved a positive presence in his life right now.
Dominic felt as though he was drowning.
Matthew also had no way of knowing that Dominic needed saving. Dominic was beginning to wonder if Matthew was the one who could do just that. He fought the tears rising in his throat again as he heard the nurse approach.
“You can come back now, Dominic.”
He stood and followed her down the long white corridor, clutching the tiny piece of paper to his chest.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom (AU)
Rating: Will vary, this chapter: PG
Warnings: None
Beta:
ophelia1971, whom I cannot thank enough. &heartsSummary: Matthew is intrigued by his newest neighbor.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse; the following is pure fiction.
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I don’t normally go for blondes.
Tall, slender blondes with killer smiles.
“How was that, Matthew?”
So why can’t I get his hair out of my mind? It looked so bloody soft.
“Um, I’m finished.”
And why do we shake hands to greet each other anyway? I think that running your fingers through someone’s hair is a perfectly acceptable way to introduce yourself to them.
“Mr. Bellamy?”
Standing at the window a few feet away from the piano, Matthew shook himself out of his reverie and smiled sheepishly at Monica. He walked briskly toward her.
“Two things. First, I apologize for daydreaming on you - there’s no excuse for that. I humbly beg your forgiveness, m’lady.” Monica giggled as he bowed dramatically in apology. “Secondly, please, you must not, under any circumstance, refer to me as Mr. Bellamy.” He shuddered. “It just sounds so ridiculously pompous and imposing. You know you can call me Matthew.”
Monica raised an eyebrow, amused. “I did call you Matthew, you weren’t listening. What were you thinking about, a girl?” Her eyes lit up. “Or, maybe a guy? I’m very progressive for my age, you know,” she nodded solemnly.
The last thing Matthew wanted to do was discuss his love life with Monica, nevertheless he had to stifle a smile at her speech. Monica was indeed a very intelligent young lady, and certainly had his respect and admiration. He was pleased that she was able to come over for a quick lesson after all. Still, he needed to steer the conversation back to a more appropriate topic… a topic that did not involve Matthew’s burgeoning obsession with a certain head of blonde hair. He cleared his throat as he sat down next to her on the bench.
“The ‘Clearing Of The Throat’ means that the discussion is over, doesn’t it,” Monica asked with a sigh. “Adults are all alike.”
“I’m afraid so,” Matthew smiled. “We are dreadfully predictable, aren’t we? How about you play that for me again, love. I promise you have my full attention.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you - my mum will be coming to pick me up instead of dad.”
Matthew’s mouth went dry. “Oh,“ he squeaked, “That’s nice.“
In the six months or so since Monica had been coming to his flat for lessons, he had only encountered her mother four times. Each time she made it perfectly, embarrassingly clear that she was attracted to Matthew. Whether it was one of her obnoxious winks behind her daughter’s back, or the way she would always insist on kissing him on the cheek whenever she greeted him, or the way her eyes always seemed to be studying his crotch, she, simply put, instilled a sense of panic in Matthew.
To be honest, she scared him shitless.
He tried to focus on Monica’s piece; he really did, but found himself glancing at the clock every few minutes in anticipation of Mrs. Utley’s arrival. Finally, at ten minutes to four, Matthew asked Monica to gather her things a bit earlier than usual. He figured meeting her mum at the door was a good way to prevent her from leering at him, or, god forbid, touching him. When the knock came to the door, he and Monica were ready.
“Hi, baby,” Mrs. Utley cooed to Monica. “All finished for the day? And hello Matthew, my, it‘s been so long!” True to form, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go on out to the car, see you Matthew!” She hugged him tightly.
“See you soon, kid,” he said with a smile and a hug. He backed slowly into his flat, nodding at Mrs. Utley. He had nearly managed to shut the door when she put one high-heeled shoe inside it. He looked up to see her holding an envelope, her eyes trailing up and down his slim frame.
“Here’s what we owe you for the month. There is a bonus included with your usual fees, at my husband‘s insistence. We really appreciate you, Matthew, Monica truly adores you.” She smiled before adding in a low voice. “We all adore you, you know.”
“That’s not at all necessary, I’m not comfortable taking more that the usual,” he frowned, taking the envelope and opening it.
She waved her hand. “Please, think nothing of it.”
Matthew forgot himself, and slowly turned away, his eyes popping out of his head at the amount of money he was holding in his hand.
“This… this is unbelievable,” he croaked.
He should have been paying more attention, instead he jumped and yelped as Mrs. Utley stepped across the threshold, ran her hand over the curve of his arse before giving it a firm smack. He turned around to see her biting her lip.
“You’re unbelievable. See you soon,” she winked.
As soon as she was gone Matthew slammed the door and locked it. He promptly broke into giggles - the money he held in his hands was more than enough to carry him through the month - it was more than enough to make him forget that he just got felt up by that woman.
Later that night, Matthew turned down the lights. After pouring himself a glass of red wine, he kicked his shoes off and sprawled out on his couch. His encounter with his new neighbor Dominic yesterday had left him in a very good mood, another reason that his encounter with Monica’s mum wasn’t as horrifying as it would normally be. Matthew had taken to recreating the impromptu lunch in his mind.
Matthew ran one hand through his hair. “What brings you to town, Dominic?”
“I... well, it‘s complicated,” Dominic blushed again.
Matthew looked down. “I don’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s okay,” Dominic smiled. “We’re neighbors, yeah? We need to get to know each other a bit. Let’s just say I wanted a fresh start. Actually I am training to be a chef, but have had to put that on hold for the time being.” He sipped his glass of water. “What about you, Matthew? How do you spend your days?”
“I live the exciting, jet-set life of a piano teacher.” Matthew laughed.
Dominic looked him in the eyes. “Piano?” he whispered.
Matthew nodded, his eyes drifting down to admire the hint of stubble on Dominic‘s cheeks.
“My mum used to play.”
Dominic’s face seemed to take on a more troubled look as he spoke. His shoulders drooped, his eyes darkened, and Matthew was struck with an overwhelming urge to put an arm around him in comfort. He glanced at Matthew, blushing yet again. “Sorry to zone out on you that way. I-” He cocked his head to one side, his eyes coming to rest on Matthew’s chest.
“Sorry, but I have to ask. That’s the same blue shirt you were wearing last week when I saw you… isn’t it?”
Matthew chuckled. “Indeed it is. My friend Chris, well he’s more like a brother to me really, tells me all the time that I am abnormally attached to this shirt. He might be right.”
Warm, inquisitive grey eyes met Matthew’s. “Tell me, Matthew, what does your girlfriend think about that shirt?”
Sparkling, unabashedly flirty blue eyes met Dominic’s in response. “Girlfriend? No chance.” Matthew replied. Shit, Matthew, very suave, slow down!! He thought for a second, before deciding to let it go. Matthew was in no way ashamed of his homosexuality and never had been. Besides, at least this way he would be able to tell if Dominic was as interested in Matthew as it appeared he was.
Dominic observed him, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Well I like it. It suits you. It matches your eyes.” He rested one hand on his chin. “Okay. This is silly. Would you maybe want to go-”
Yesyesyes, PLEASE, Matthew thought, his heart racing. Yes, I would.
Dominic was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. His face turned serious as he read the text message that he’d just received. He promptly stood up, looking apologetically in Matthew’s direction as he tossed some cash on the counter to pay for the lunch that hadn‘t even arrived yet.
“I’m so sorry. I have to go. Can… can I have your number? It would be nice to at least finish this meal with you sometime.” He fished around in the pocket of his leather jacket before scribbling his phone number down and handed it to Matthew before tossing the pen to Matthew so he could do the same.
I wonder what’s wrong? Matthew mused.
“Call me?” he breathed.
Matthew nodded. “Count on it.” He watched him walk away; admiring the way Dominic’s jeans hugged him so perfectly. Once he had finished his lunch he made his way to Kelly’s, a definite spring in his step.
Matthew squirmed on his couch, trying to ignore the tightness that was gathering between his legs at the memory of Dominic’s arse in those tight jeans. He pulled out the piece of paper with Dominic’s phone number and ran his finger over it. How long should he wait before calling him? Matthew chewed on his thumbnail in frustration. He was so eager to get to know Dominic better; the mere thought of him was driving Matthew mad. He hadn’t been this taken with someone since his previous relationship.
It was time, he decided. He was ready to try again.
The heaviness between his legs was becoming unbearable. He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I need a cold shower. Now.” With that he grabbed his glass of wine and made his way to the bathroom.
Matthew had no way of knowing that he almost ran into Dominic merely a couple hours after their meeting in the restaurant. He had offered to deliver a dozen roses to the hospital for Kelly; he loved to see people smile as they received flowers, and that afternoon Matthew was intent on spreading some happiness. Once he had left them at the nurse’s station he exited by the door on the left.
He had no way of knowing that forty three seconds later, Dominic entered the same ward, by the door on the right of the hall, carrying an overnight bag that hung low on his shoulder. The nurse on duty smiled at him, recognizing him instantly.
“Hello Mr. Howard. I’ll take that for you. Have a seat and I’ll come for you when we’re ready.”
“Will do,” Dominic replied. He took one of the empty seats and reached for the small paper in his jacket pocket, his face brightening at the mere sight of it. He hoped fervently that Matthew, he of the bright blue shirt, was interested in him. He craved a positive presence in his life right now.
Dominic felt as though he was drowning.
Matthew also had no way of knowing that Dominic needed saving. Dominic was beginning to wonder if Matthew was the one who could do just that. He fought the tears rising in his throat again as he heard the nurse approach.
“You can come back now, Dominic.”
He stood and followed her down the long white corridor, clutching the tiny piece of paper to his chest.
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Date: 2009-11-01 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-03 12:19 am (UTC)&hearts
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Date: 2009-11-03 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-01 07:26 am (UTC)I was pleased to see an update from you so quickly!
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Date: 2009-11-03 12:23 am (UTC)I will defend that blue shirt till the end of days. :D
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Date: 2009-11-03 01:32 am (UTC)Agreed, 100%. :) And the blue shirt... well, you know how much I love it. :D
Be patient, my pet... all is gonna be revealed soon.
Or is it?!?! Mwahahaha.
&hearts
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Date: 2009-11-01 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-03 01:48 am (UTC)Pleased you're liking it so much, S.
&hearts
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Date: 2009-11-01 04:09 pm (UTC)God, and that woman! Bitch! it was funny though LOL
mmmm and I loved this bit:
"Warm, inquisitive grey eyes met Matthew’s. “Tell me, Matthew, what does your girlfriend think about that shirt?”
Sparkling, unabashedly flirty blue eyes met Dominic’s in response. “Girlfriend? No chance.” Matthew replied."
fuck yes *drools*
but I´m so worried for sweet, pwetty Dommy. Hopefully it´s nothing wrong. Maybe you´re just scaring us for no reason, evil woman =b
MOOOOREE!! PER FAVORE!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-11-03 01:53 am (UTC)LOL! It's close, I promise - hang in there!
God, and that woman! Bitch! it was funny though LOL
Thanks! Wonder if we'll be seeing her again? Hmmm...
Maybe you´re just scaring us for no reason, evil woman =b
Mwahahahaha!!!
Thanks for your comment! ;-)
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Date: 2009-11-01 08:43 pm (UTC)I've probably said this already, but I love Matthew's character so much. I adore the relationships he has with others - Monica, Kelly, Chris etc - that are such a realistic part of the story. You make it feel like he has a real background which I love.
Also a big aww at the flashback to meeting up with Dom - they are already very cute together! But am very worried about Dom in the hospital - real interested to read more.
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Date: 2009-11-03 02:51 am (UTC)I'm a hardcore Matt gal (you'll come to see that now that we've added each other :D) and his character in this fic is very dear to my heart -I love him loads. I think that is one of the things I love about AU Belldom. The thought of being able to hit a huge reset button and start from scratch really appeals to me.
As far as Dominic goes, all will be revealed soon, I promise.
Thanks for your comment!
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Date: 2009-11-02 11:28 am (UTC)mrs. utley scaring matt shitless...sounds like a cougar there...i'd be scared too!
love the flashback of them having lunch...and how they're both day dreaming about it afterwards. it's scrummy writing :D
nice way to leave us all worried about dom too!
cause i am worried...and now i want even more! :D
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Date: 2009-11-03 03:04 am (UTC)Ah, thank you so much, hon. :)
Try not to worry too much about our smexy drummer. ;-)
x
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Date: 2009-12-07 11:00 pm (UTC)Gotta love Monica's mum, tho. She's not afraid to show her feelings for the shmexy mafoo.
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Date: 2010-01-07 11:50 am (UTC)And the exchange between Matt and Dom was adorable, I loved the moment where Dom realises he could have a chance with Matt.
Oh dear, the ending- poor Dom, that was so sad, how he held onto the piece of paper. x
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Date: 2010-01-12 08:26 am (UTC)So, first off, I'd like to say I'm really enjoying the story so far. The characters you're building of Matt and Dom in this are fantastic. We know so little about Dom, but we get glimpses from his conversation with Matt and the scene in the hospital at the end of this chapter. I really like the slow build-up and the continuing mystery of who Dom is and how he and Matt will get together.
The scene with Monica's mum made me LOL But hey, who wouldn't continually hit on a guy like Matt if he was your daughter's piano teacher?? ;) And I don't care that he's got no arse in real life, I still would love to do what Mrs Utley did and have a grab of it. Yes please.
I will comment more on later chapters as I get to them, but thought I should at least say something now while I have a few spare minutes :) Lovely work hon *hugs*
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Date: 2010-01-14 04:17 am (UTC)(Ah, Matthew Bellamy, he of no arse... I still would, though. ;-) )
I am pleased you like it so far!
*hugs*
x
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Date: 2010-01-14 07:49 am (UTC)ROFL Oh we are so mean to him sometimes... but its cos we love him so ;) And I still would too hehe
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Date: 2010-01-20 07:53 am (UTC)“I did call you Matthew, you weren’t listening. What were you thinking about, a girl?” Her eyes lit up. “Or, maybe a guy? I’m very progressive for my age, you know,” she nodded solemnly.
God, I love children like that! So perceptive sometimes and they really don't care what they say. Bless 'em!
The whole bit with Mrs Utley was brilliant - god, I had a father a bit like that. *shudders* It's not good! But at least it's helped ease Matt's money worries a little.
And then the meal with Dom - it was so sweet how Matthew blurted out the veiled revelation that he was gay (and that blue shirt XD lol - hopefully it's not as washed and worn as the real one ended up lol) and Dom's unfinished question... Oh I hope they do get a chance to go on the meal again. ♥
I loved the mirroring at the end - it was so cinematic and so traumatic at the same time. I loved reading 'forty-three seconds later' I have such a weakness for reading things that precise. :o) And this sentence;
Dominic felt as though he was drowning.
really shows you just how Dominic is feeling. :o( It's such a desperate image to end with and I can't help a feeling of dread coming over me when I read it. ♥
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Date: 2012-05-29 12:32 pm (UTC)Awww. ='( So he is ill...
Don't worry, Dom. Matt can save you. He will.
P.S. fgthj... that scene with his tee shirt! I have so similiar scene in my fic which I'm working on right now! I hope that you don't mind. =)
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Date: 2013-11-02 04:19 pm (UTC)And I love awkward first meetings. You write it so well, I can feel the flutterings in their bellies.
But who is dying :'(. Dom's mum? And what was he going to ask Matt?