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Sorry for the delay folks, my computer broke.
this chapter is very much an inbetween stage. I'm trying to write the third installment as soon and as fast as possible.
title: Lists 2/?
author: the peoples billy (aka shea)
rating: pg13 for language
warning: angst? rambling?
thanks: to Melli, and to everyone who responded. I really really appreciate it. Also to Bitch&Animal for soundtracking my dinner making tonight which spawned off fic ideas.
part one: lists 1
The hobbits plus elf had decided to return to their favorite club bar for the
evening. There were no early morning calls the next day, so the group had
decided that a normal typical night out would work best. Elijah and Orlando,
gossiping as usual, sat back as they watched Dom and Billy actively avoid each
other on the dance floor. Elijah clucked his tongue, “I don’t understand what’s
wrong. They both like each other, yet both are mad at each other. It doesn’t
make sense.”
Orlando nodded, “you’re right, but I’m not so sure about Dom. He
might just be very flirty.”
Rolling his eyes, Elijah scoffed, “Just flirty? Dom doesn’t flirt
like that with just anyone. Not even the girls that try to sleep with him.”
Elijah paused and seriously said, “Dom really likes Billy. A lot. I like seeing
them both love each other like that, but this fighting has got to stop.”
“Lij, we don’t even know why. Billy and Dom are adults. They need
to sort this thing out by themselves.” Orlando said.
Lij’s eyes widened as he saw Billy’s face when Dom began dancing
with a girl. Billy looked like he was ready to kill. Dom would occasionally look
up, his jaw tighten and then return to placing his hands on the girl’s hips. Dom
began to pull back from the girl, her leaning heavily on him. It was then when
they began to kiss on the floor. Billy turned away visibly shaken. Orlando
hissed a breath in, “Ok, maybe we should step in. Billy looks bad right now.”
The two were about to walk to the floor when they watched in horror
as Billy marched over to Dom, tearing them apart. Both parties began yelling,
the girl leaving. Elijah barely got to them to hear Dom scream at Billy, “Get
the fuck out of my life, you piece of shit. Stay away from me!”
Dom stormed off, and Billy seemed to shrink into himself. Elijah gently
took Billy’s shoulder, “Billy… “
Billy shook his head and burst into tears. Elijah draped an arm over
his shoulder and led him from the club. Orlando got Sean and went after Dom,
while Lij took Billy home.
Billy walked around the entire day in a daze. Dom had looked guiltily at him but
kept his distance. Billy shrugged. There’s no reason for him to go near him
anyway. Despite what Elijah had told him last night, Dom made it quite clear. He
was not wanted or needed by Dom. Billy’s chest began to tighten and his
breathing grew rapid. Viggo standing next to him placed a calming hand on his
shoulder. “Need a drink?”
Billy laughed, “Peter doesn’t allow alcoholic drinks on set.”
Instead of a smile, Viggo’s face frowned in sympathy. “Come on, we’ve
got a small break, come to the trailer, get some tea, and whatever is bothering
you off your chest.”
“Why am I not surprised that you don’t know the gossip yet.” Billy gave
a weak smile, “No, Viggo, I’m fine. I’d prefer to get back to work.”
“Well, tea while you reread your script? Billy, you look terrible. And
Pippin is supposed to be the youngest. You look like you’ve aged recently.”
Viggo pointed out.
Billy shut his eyes and sighed. He was old. Well, perhaps just older.
Billy nodded, following Viggo to the trailer where before he even knew it, there
was a cup of tea in front of him, his feet were up and he was already babbling
about what was going on in his head.
Dom sat in his own trailer. He was writing down more things in the Billy Hates
Me list. He was pretty much done for the day, but he didn’t want to leave the
trailer to return to his home. He wanted to just remain curled up in his chair.
He was supposed to be in makeup, getting everything off. Dom’s finger followed
the patterns in his chair. “I’m procrastinating. I’m avoiding. I bet Billy hates
that. He makes me so confused. I want to yell at him and then beg for
forgiveness at the same time. He really must hate me.”
Dom leaned his head back, marveling at how quickly it took for the tears
to run from his eyes to his trembling lips. I’m crying. I’m crying. I’m crying.
Stop, there’s no reason for crying. Dom thought back to a tarot reading he had
before going to New Zealand. Deprivation of spirit said one of the cards with a
woman leaning, crying, her face half hidden by hair, and Dom couldn’t think
about anything but hiding himself. He chastised himself for being overly
sensitive. He was barely an actor. Barely a friend, barely attractive, barely
standable. He was barely anything. He was hurtful towards Billy. He had hurt him at the club. He had hurt Billy in so many small ways.
Dom took out a notebook and began to write down all the ways. His cell phone rang several times, but Dom ignored it. He kept writing, the pen harshly gushing the words onto the thin paper. Dom finally stopped when he heard someone knocking on his door. Ignoring it, Dom chose instead to pack up his things and head home, drink and pass out. It was a nightly ritual at this point. The knocking didn't stop and he heard Orlando's voice yell out, "DOM! Open the bloody door!"
Dom sighed and opened the door. He still needed to get his Hobbit wear off. Orlando raised his eyebrows. "You haven't changed at all, Dom. Wardrobe is going to be furious. They need to go home too."
"I know that, twit." Dom replied before brushing past the elf.
Orlando sighed, "Why didn't you answer the phone? We're going to the pub tonight."
"I'm not in the mood, Orlando. So, please, could you leave me alone, let me get out of this annoying costume and let me go home. Alone." Dom spit out.
"Listen man, I know you're going through a lot, but you shouldnt talk to me that way. I am your friend."
Dom sighed and turned around. "Why? I wouldnt be my friend if I were you. Now, I meant it. Get the fuck away from me and let me go on my merry little way." Dom paused, "no pun intended."
Orlando shook his head, "Get cleaned up, we're going out tonight, whether or not you like it. You've been avoiding us now for a while."
Dom began to walk away, "Whatever."
Billy sat at the pub drowning his sorrows more than listening to his friends talk. Dom hadn't shown up and Orlando was angry. Elijah looked sympathetic, and Sean worried. Billy tried to look nonchallant. No one bought it, and Billy asked to change the topic. So far things had gone smoothly. Except that Dom was not there. Billy sighed heavily and looked down. "I miss him."
The group stopped and turned to Billy. Elijah smiled, trying to show support, "I know you do. I know he misses you."
Billy shrugged, "I don't understand why its like this. I don't understand anything but missing him."
Orlando took a sip of his drink, "Then go to him and figure it out."
"It's not that easy, Orli." Billy said, "The man hates me. He said so himself."
Orlando rubbed his face in fatigue, "God, you two must be the stupidest and most stubborn people on the planet. At least go over there to smooth things out to get a friendship back. You're a fool if you wallow here any longer."
Elijah and Sean exchanged glances. Orlando stared right into Billy's eyes and smirked. Orlando was laying down a challenge. Billy stared right back at Orlando and nodded, "I'm an idiot. I'll see you all tomorrow."
Billy ran from the pub, taking a cab to Dom's. Elijah smiled, "If Dom stops being stupid, this might all work out well."
end pt2
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this chapter is very much an inbetween stage. I'm trying to write the third installment as soon and as fast as possible.
title: Lists 2/?
author: the peoples billy (aka shea)
rating: pg13 for language
warning: angst? rambling?
thanks: to Melli, and to everyone who responded. I really really appreciate it. Also to Bitch&Animal for soundtracking my dinner making tonight which spawned off fic ideas.
part one: lists 1
The hobbits plus elf had decided to return to their favorite club bar for the
evening. There were no early morning calls the next day, so the group had
decided that a normal typical night out would work best. Elijah and Orlando,
gossiping as usual, sat back as they watched Dom and Billy actively avoid each
other on the dance floor. Elijah clucked his tongue, “I don’t understand what’s
wrong. They both like each other, yet both are mad at each other. It doesn’t
make sense.”
Orlando nodded, “you’re right, but I’m not so sure about Dom. He
might just be very flirty.”
Rolling his eyes, Elijah scoffed, “Just flirty? Dom doesn’t flirt
like that with just anyone. Not even the girls that try to sleep with him.”
Elijah paused and seriously said, “Dom really likes Billy. A lot. I like seeing
them both love each other like that, but this fighting has got to stop.”
“Lij, we don’t even know why. Billy and Dom are adults. They need
to sort this thing out by themselves.” Orlando said.
Lij’s eyes widened as he saw Billy’s face when Dom began dancing
with a girl. Billy looked like he was ready to kill. Dom would occasionally look
up, his jaw tighten and then return to placing his hands on the girl’s hips. Dom
began to pull back from the girl, her leaning heavily on him. It was then when
they began to kiss on the floor. Billy turned away visibly shaken. Orlando
hissed a breath in, “Ok, maybe we should step in. Billy looks bad right now.”
The two were about to walk to the floor when they watched in horror
as Billy marched over to Dom, tearing them apart. Both parties began yelling,
the girl leaving. Elijah barely got to them to hear Dom scream at Billy, “Get
the fuck out of my life, you piece of shit. Stay away from me!”
Dom stormed off, and Billy seemed to shrink into himself. Elijah gently
took Billy’s shoulder, “Billy… “
Billy shook his head and burst into tears. Elijah draped an arm over
his shoulder and led him from the club. Orlando got Sean and went after Dom,
while Lij took Billy home.
Billy walked around the entire day in a daze. Dom had looked guiltily at him but
kept his distance. Billy shrugged. There’s no reason for him to go near him
anyway. Despite what Elijah had told him last night, Dom made it quite clear. He
was not wanted or needed by Dom. Billy’s chest began to tighten and his
breathing grew rapid. Viggo standing next to him placed a calming hand on his
shoulder. “Need a drink?”
Billy laughed, “Peter doesn’t allow alcoholic drinks on set.”
Instead of a smile, Viggo’s face frowned in sympathy. “Come on, we’ve
got a small break, come to the trailer, get some tea, and whatever is bothering
you off your chest.”
“Why am I not surprised that you don’t know the gossip yet.” Billy gave
a weak smile, “No, Viggo, I’m fine. I’d prefer to get back to work.”
“Well, tea while you reread your script? Billy, you look terrible. And
Pippin is supposed to be the youngest. You look like you’ve aged recently.”
Viggo pointed out.
Billy shut his eyes and sighed. He was old. Well, perhaps just older.
Billy nodded, following Viggo to the trailer where before he even knew it, there
was a cup of tea in front of him, his feet were up and he was already babbling
about what was going on in his head.
Dom sat in his own trailer. He was writing down more things in the Billy Hates
Me list. He was pretty much done for the day, but he didn’t want to leave the
trailer to return to his home. He wanted to just remain curled up in his chair.
He was supposed to be in makeup, getting everything off. Dom’s finger followed
the patterns in his chair. “I’m procrastinating. I’m avoiding. I bet Billy hates
that. He makes me so confused. I want to yell at him and then beg for
forgiveness at the same time. He really must hate me.”
Dom leaned his head back, marveling at how quickly it took for the tears
to run from his eyes to his trembling lips. I’m crying. I’m crying. I’m crying.
Stop, there’s no reason for crying. Dom thought back to a tarot reading he had
before going to New Zealand. Deprivation of spirit said one of the cards with a
woman leaning, crying, her face half hidden by hair, and Dom couldn’t think
about anything but hiding himself. He chastised himself for being overly
sensitive. He was barely an actor. Barely a friend, barely attractive, barely
standable. He was barely anything. He was hurtful towards Billy. He had hurt him at the club. He had hurt Billy in so many small ways.
Dom took out a notebook and began to write down all the ways. His cell phone rang several times, but Dom ignored it. He kept writing, the pen harshly gushing the words onto the thin paper. Dom finally stopped when he heard someone knocking on his door. Ignoring it, Dom chose instead to pack up his things and head home, drink and pass out. It was a nightly ritual at this point. The knocking didn't stop and he heard Orlando's voice yell out, "DOM! Open the bloody door!"
Dom sighed and opened the door. He still needed to get his Hobbit wear off. Orlando raised his eyebrows. "You haven't changed at all, Dom. Wardrobe is going to be furious. They need to go home too."
"I know that, twit." Dom replied before brushing past the elf.
Orlando sighed, "Why didn't you answer the phone? We're going to the pub tonight."
"I'm not in the mood, Orlando. So, please, could you leave me alone, let me get out of this annoying costume and let me go home. Alone." Dom spit out.
"Listen man, I know you're going through a lot, but you shouldnt talk to me that way. I am your friend."
Dom sighed and turned around. "Why? I wouldnt be my friend if I were you. Now, I meant it. Get the fuck away from me and let me go on my merry little way." Dom paused, "no pun intended."
Orlando shook his head, "Get cleaned up, we're going out tonight, whether or not you like it. You've been avoiding us now for a while."
Dom began to walk away, "Whatever."
Billy sat at the pub drowning his sorrows more than listening to his friends talk. Dom hadn't shown up and Orlando was angry. Elijah looked sympathetic, and Sean worried. Billy tried to look nonchallant. No one bought it, and Billy asked to change the topic. So far things had gone smoothly. Except that Dom was not there. Billy sighed heavily and looked down. "I miss him."
The group stopped and turned to Billy. Elijah smiled, trying to show support, "I know you do. I know he misses you."
Billy shrugged, "I don't understand why its like this. I don't understand anything but missing him."
Orlando took a sip of his drink, "Then go to him and figure it out."
"It's not that easy, Orli." Billy said, "The man hates me. He said so himself."
Orlando rubbed his face in fatigue, "God, you two must be the stupidest and most stubborn people on the planet. At least go over there to smooth things out to get a friendship back. You're a fool if you wallow here any longer."
Elijah and Sean exchanged glances. Orlando stared right into Billy's eyes and smirked. Orlando was laying down a challenge. Billy stared right back at Orlando and nodded, "I'm an idiot. I'll see you all tomorrow."
Billy ran from the pub, taking a cab to Dom's. Elijah smiled, "If Dom stops being stupid, this might all work out well."
end pt2
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