Crash Into Me 1/1

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Written for __sarah's Challenge (I know it's a day late...I was celebrating Beltane, leave me alone)

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“Lost for you I’m so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boys dream” Dave Matthews Band

Dom plodded through the streets, his backpack heavy on his back as he moved through the humanity that packed downtown.

The air was moist and heavy and the rain drizzled down in a soft mist, clouding his vision slightly as he walked.

His skin felt prickly under the heavy layers of clothes he was wearing to unsuccessfully ward of the chill that was creeping up on him the longer he stayed outside.

Although his feet were cold and his jean hems were soaked through, he just wanted to keep on walking. He didn’t know why he was having the urge to do that in such a damp, cold, miserable day, but he had to do it.

When he had woken up and seen the sky the colour of lead, he had been filled with an electricity he was hard put to explain away. Something was going to happen. Not the exciting kind, but something that had as much impact.

So he walked. He walked the slick wet streets and waited for it. His fingertips felt itchy as they reacted t the electricity that was throbbing at a low hum in the back of his mind. A throb that got stronger as he passed by one person after another. It was, in a way, leading him up to something. The climax of the story that he had been following in his head ever since he opened his eyes and looked out at the steely sky.

Dom looked up at the sky, wanting to catch a bit of it through the buildings that almost obscured it from sight. He couldn’t explain why he needed to do that. All he could feel was that it was the right thing to do at that time.

So he stood in the corner and looked up, feeling light. Feeling like he had gotten another breath of life as he stood there, absorbing the darkness and the freshness of the atmosphere.

The feeling was destroyed when someone bumped hard into him, smacking their bag into his mid-section and knocking him down.

He would have gone down alone, but in his surprise, he had blindly reached out for something to hang onto, which had been the other person’s jacket and had done nothing else but bring them on top of him and knocking the wind out of his lungs.

He felt like he had lain there, in the wet and cold sidewalk for what seemed like years. He could feel te water soaking into his hair and clothes, could feel the chill soaking into his bones and making its way into his hearts via his veins.

~*~*~*~*~*

Billy didn’t know what compelled him to travel out into the rain that day. Although he had been used to the mists and the dampness since he was a child, he wasn’t immune to the melancholy rain brought him.

That day, after a long stretch spent toiling away on his novel, he just felt the need to go out. The fact that he needed more milk, biscuits and tea had nothing to do with his decision. It just was.

So he had walked to Chinatown and bought his essentials, stuffing them into his courier bag and cursing the fact that he had forgotten to ever buy an umbrella, always thinking that next time the rain wouldn’t be as bad as before.

Shrugging, he made his way through the throngs of people crowding that district of downtown toward the less crowded shopping centres and office building area where the buses stopped.

The rain had gotten heavier, prompting him to walk quicker. He had already been soaked through to the bone and he was sure the marrow of his bones had frozen already.

He also wanted to go home and make a cup of tea and work on the loose thread of a plot he had suddenly picked up while shopping.

It was that reason why he crashed into the boy that had been standing there as he had rounded the corner, knocking both of them to the sidewalk after an awkward dance where the boy had grabbed his bag and pulled him down on top of him.

Billy couldn’t move for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t that he was injured, but rather, he was more shocked than anything by the way that things just clicked at that point. It was like he had found the last puzzle-piece remaining and it was fitting perfectly, completing the picture.

“Hey...you mind getting off me man?” a low voice drawled, taking him out of his revelations.

“Uh? Oh Sorry.” Billy apologized as he rolled off the boy and got to his feet.

“Thanks...oh...no.” the boy moaned when he saw a polaroid on the wet sidewalk. Ignoring Billy’s held out hand, he scrambled to pick it up along with its mates.

Billy only watched with a small smile of amusement as the boy gathered up all the photographs and shoved them back into a ragged black notebook before standing up and looking at the man in front of him.

His eyes widened and Billy sort of grinned back.

“Fancy seeing you here, Professor Boyd.”

“I feel the same way, Dominic. How are you doing?”

Dom laughed a bit at that.

“Usually, okay. Right now, cold and wet.”

Billy’s eyes crinkled up in amusement at hearing that.

“In that case, would you care to come over for a cup of tea while you warm up?”

Dom nodded and both men began to walk to Billy’s flat, their hands finding each other, while each man felt the denouement to their story.

END.

 

 

 

Comments

[ladywhisp.livejournal.com]

how did you celebrate Beltane!?

[konishi-zen.livejournal.com]

You know, the usual: going out at Dawn, seeing the sun, then having a wild moor party late at night with fires and the extras. Nothing special.

[ladywhisp.livejournal.com]

*so so so ridiculously jealous*


damn my urban life...

[konishi-zen.livejournal.com]

*smiles apologetically* I always gotta have a plan for the May day, so yeah, we go all out for this one.

Actually, we did it in the city..I guess living in a city with a river valley has its perks sometimes.

[ladywhisp.livejournal.com]

lucky you! ah, well, I'll do something amazing one day.

[konishi-zen.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I was pretty stoked we pulled it off this year.

Good luck to you then!

[lillywhite1.livejournal.com]

Oooo. Teacher and student relationship. Those are always exciting. Cute stuff. I liked the rain and the cold. I felt it. It gave a nice tone to the whole thing.

[konishi-zen.livejournal.com]

*grins* I guess it comes out from being a teacher myself. I would never personally cross the line, but it's always good for an exploration.

Thank you. I personally like rain, so I write so much of my stuff with it. Like you, I feel it gives a nice tone to stuf.

Thank you and glad you liked it.