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puddle-took.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 2nd, 2004 05:48 pm)Author: puddle
Rating: The only thing you kids need to cover your ears for is the swearing.
This is me feeling the blues from the chin-pinching ouchies at the Preshow. I thought, How can life go on? Look at them, look at them! Then I burst into tears and tried to jump off a bridge.
Okay. No. But I did write a fic!
Dom is fidgeting like a squirrel. He's crossing and uncrossing his legs surprisingly often, twisting his rings and moving his jaw all over the place.
Billy is driving and not doing much better. Rush hour has just begun; his thumbnails are working at the leather seam of the wheel and he keeps hitting the radio buttons without pausing long enough on any one station to hear a thing. But fortunately, Billy's always been the safe driver and has always loved to drive, and Dom has always loved to let Billy drive his car.
Except.
Yeah.
"Billy, I can tell something's wrong with you."
"That's not a question." Billy starts to listen to the radio and realizes it's all crap or commercials (which are also by definition crap), so he turns it off and starts humming When Doves Cry, which seems to have been running through his head since the Oscars. It’s been two bloody days and Billy is beginning to wish Prince had never been born.
"What's wrong with you, then?"
He looks at Dom for a split-second, which is the longest he ever looks at anyone while he's driving. He likes to think the look conveys pure venom, but then feels particularly guilty about it. And everything else in the world.
"What was that look for?"
Billy sighs. "I'm sorry, Dom."
He. Can't really say anything else. You know?
"Okay. Um. Will you please tell me what's the matter, Bill?" Dom is full of love now, it seems, as his tone is soft and worried and he's scooted around so that he's sort of cross-legged and leaning his left side against the seat back. This is Dom, truly, because Dom has always cared about him and does care about him and will forever care about him until the end of time, and just look at how obvious it is.
On top of feeling guilty for everything else in the world, Billy now feels extra-special guilty for... fuck it, just tell him. "I'm sorry I've been, you know, like. Em. Valuing my girlfriend above you."
"Well she is your girlfriend. I mean. You're in love with her." Obviously. "You're supposed to value love over friendship."
But Billy knows. He just fucking knows. That if Dom fell in love with a girl and married her, he would still place his friends above her because that's just the way he fucking is. And compared to Dom, what the hell kind of friend is Billy? Why does Billy deserve that kind of placement in Dom's life? "I love you, Dom. I don't want to do this anymore. I just. You know? I just can't get caught up in Allie alone and ignore everything. And she." Billy chuckles airily. "She found some rumors on the internet about you and I, you know? She was sort of shaken up because she thought. Well. You know."
He doesn't know why he just said that. He had specifically thought about this as soon as Allie had told him, and he had specifically decided not to mention it to Dom. At all. No way, no how, no never.
"Yeah, but it's alright. She's got a good head on her shoulders. I'm sure she knows it's not true. I mean, and of course you told her, right? And why wouldn't she believe you?"
Billy spares another quickglance at Dom, Dom with his ugly eighties sunglasses and hair that only ever gets crazier but somehow more attractive. Dom with his funny mouth that looks like its smiling at Billy even though it quite clearly is not, it's just normal-looking. Billy shrugs. "I don't know, but she didn't at first. She'd already heard about most of it, you know, but I think seeing it in type was." He shrugs again. "More real."
"Mm," Dom says and waits patiently for Billy to continue speaking.
And isn't Billy always a sucker for this? When someone is waiting for him to talk, and he has nothing to say except the thing he has to say but really really doesn’t want to say it? "Dom, can I ask you a question?" he says first to steel himself. "Is Elijah your..." No, stupidstupidstupid. What are you doing. What. The fuck. "Nevermind."
"Is Elijah my what?" Dom is amused, it seems. Well, of course he's amused. "My boyfriend?"
"No! No, I know he's not... I wasn't going to ask that."
Dom laughs softly. "How do you know he's not my boyfriend?"
When Billy's heart shudders, sputters and drops to his feet, he knows he's in quite deep shit. Such deep shit, in fact, that it's a wonder Billy worked so hard to convince Allie about the DomandBilly rumors when he really didn't believe a word that had come out of his mouth. "I... just know? Right? Dom?"
Oh, god, does it feel good when Dom laughs and says, "I really scared you for a second there, didn't I?"
Billy is smiling and he forcefully shoves Dom's shoulder backwards. "I just wanted to know if he was your best mate, but it's okay. I. Don't mind that he is. I'm."
"Eh. He's just kinna the guy I hang out with most. I don't know if I'd call him my best mate."
Now they've reached the grocery store, and Billy gloats silently but triumphantly that he's the one going grocery shopping with Dom, not Elijah. Billy gets to perform a mundane task with Dom. Billy does.
They unbuckle and Billy looks at Dom, who is already looking at Billy. "Dom?"
"Hm?" Dom props his chin up on his knees.
"Can I ask you something?"
Dom knows by now what this must mean. He takes his sunglasses off and looks terribly excited for some reason that Billy can't put his finger on. "Hm."
"Can I. Em. I don't suppose. You'd. Like. Em."
Dom's jaw goes crooked and his smile spreads like sunshine.
Hell. "Wanna kiss?"
Billy can't believe. He just said it. His blood is so loud in his ears. And. And. Once he can see again, why is Dom so. Surprised?
"You want to kiss. Me?"
All Billy really has to do is look at him, and then Dom sits on his feet, leans forward and does it.
Rating: The only thing you kids need to cover your ears for is the swearing.
This is me feeling the blues from the chin-pinching ouchies at the Preshow. I thought, How can life go on? Look at them, look at them! Then I burst into tears and tried to jump off a bridge.
Okay. No. But I did write a fic!
Dom is fidgeting like a squirrel. He's crossing and uncrossing his legs surprisingly often, twisting his rings and moving his jaw all over the place.
Billy is driving and not doing much better. Rush hour has just begun; his thumbnails are working at the leather seam of the wheel and he keeps hitting the radio buttons without pausing long enough on any one station to hear a thing. But fortunately, Billy's always been the safe driver and has always loved to drive, and Dom has always loved to let Billy drive his car.
Except.
Yeah.
"Billy, I can tell something's wrong with you."
"That's not a question." Billy starts to listen to the radio and realizes it's all crap or commercials (which are also by definition crap), so he turns it off and starts humming When Doves Cry, which seems to have been running through his head since the Oscars. It’s been two bloody days and Billy is beginning to wish Prince had never been born.
"What's wrong with you, then?"
He looks at Dom for a split-second, which is the longest he ever looks at anyone while he's driving. He likes to think the look conveys pure venom, but then feels particularly guilty about it. And everything else in the world.
"What was that look for?"
Billy sighs. "I'm sorry, Dom."
He. Can't really say anything else. You know?
"Okay. Um. Will you please tell me what's the matter, Bill?" Dom is full of love now, it seems, as his tone is soft and worried and he's scooted around so that he's sort of cross-legged and leaning his left side against the seat back. This is Dom, truly, because Dom has always cared about him and does care about him and will forever care about him until the end of time, and just look at how obvious it is.
On top of feeling guilty for everything else in the world, Billy now feels extra-special guilty for... fuck it, just tell him. "I'm sorry I've been, you know, like. Em. Valuing my girlfriend above you."
"Well she is your girlfriend. I mean. You're in love with her." Obviously. "You're supposed to value love over friendship."
But Billy knows. He just fucking knows. That if Dom fell in love with a girl and married her, he would still place his friends above her because that's just the way he fucking is. And compared to Dom, what the hell kind of friend is Billy? Why does Billy deserve that kind of placement in Dom's life? "I love you, Dom. I don't want to do this anymore. I just. You know? I just can't get caught up in Allie alone and ignore everything. And she." Billy chuckles airily. "She found some rumors on the internet about you and I, you know? She was sort of shaken up because she thought. Well. You know."
He doesn't know why he just said that. He had specifically thought about this as soon as Allie had told him, and he had specifically decided not to mention it to Dom. At all. No way, no how, no never.
"Yeah, but it's alright. She's got a good head on her shoulders. I'm sure she knows it's not true. I mean, and of course you told her, right? And why wouldn't she believe you?"
Billy spares another quickglance at Dom, Dom with his ugly eighties sunglasses and hair that only ever gets crazier but somehow more attractive. Dom with his funny mouth that looks like its smiling at Billy even though it quite clearly is not, it's just normal-looking. Billy shrugs. "I don't know, but she didn't at first. She'd already heard about most of it, you know, but I think seeing it in type was." He shrugs again. "More real."
"Mm," Dom says and waits patiently for Billy to continue speaking.
And isn't Billy always a sucker for this? When someone is waiting for him to talk, and he has nothing to say except the thing he has to say but really really doesn’t want to say it? "Dom, can I ask you a question?" he says first to steel himself. "Is Elijah your..." No, stupidstupidstupid. What are you doing. What. The fuck. "Nevermind."
"Is Elijah my what?" Dom is amused, it seems. Well, of course he's amused. "My boyfriend?"
"No! No, I know he's not... I wasn't going to ask that."
Dom laughs softly. "How do you know he's not my boyfriend?"
When Billy's heart shudders, sputters and drops to his feet, he knows he's in quite deep shit. Such deep shit, in fact, that it's a wonder Billy worked so hard to convince Allie about the DomandBilly rumors when he really didn't believe a word that had come out of his mouth. "I... just know? Right? Dom?"
Oh, god, does it feel good when Dom laughs and says, "I really scared you for a second there, didn't I?"
Billy is smiling and he forcefully shoves Dom's shoulder backwards. "I just wanted to know if he was your best mate, but it's okay. I. Don't mind that he is. I'm."
"Eh. He's just kinna the guy I hang out with most. I don't know if I'd call him my best mate."
Now they've reached the grocery store, and Billy gloats silently but triumphantly that he's the one going grocery shopping with Dom, not Elijah. Billy gets to perform a mundane task with Dom. Billy does.
They unbuckle and Billy looks at Dom, who is already looking at Billy. "Dom?"
"Hm?" Dom props his chin up on his knees.
"Can I ask you something?"
Dom knows by now what this must mean. He takes his sunglasses off and looks terribly excited for some reason that Billy can't put his finger on. "Hm."
"Can I. Em. I don't suppose. You'd. Like. Em."
Dom's jaw goes crooked and his smile spreads like sunshine.
Hell. "Wanna kiss?"
Billy can't believe. He just said it. His blood is so loud in his ears. And. And. Once he can see again, why is Dom so. Surprised?
"You want to kiss. Me?"
All Billy really has to do is look at him, and then Dom sits on his feet, leans forward and does it.
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Good job..!
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In other news, thanks guys, all of you! You're the best. ::hands out candy:: I like my stick figures too. I mean. Thanks about my stick figure icon!
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There was once a point were written sex scared me... but that was... what...? 3 years ago? Anyway, it's alright- I understand. Your fic was cool though
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And thanks for the candy!
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But you guys, you don't understand, I'm not afraid of writing sex, I'm just afraid of sex. I don't even read sex. It's scary!
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And darn it, someone beat me to it, but it must be said again. That is the cutest/funniest icon I have EVA seen.
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