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jade--paper.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 7th, 2004 10:15 pm)Title: "Faking the Steps"
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Email: rice_kristi@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: BB/DM
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and mean no disrespect in writing this. <3
Author's notes: I still STILL need a title. Help! Also, please excuse any wrong terminology, feel free to correct; I'm not even 15 yet, and don't know these things. To those who have commented and prodded me on: when I posted my first fic just two days ago, I didn't expect to continue it, much less share it -- and, never in my wildest dreams did I think that people would actually want me to write more. Ever. In my head I'm still the seven-year-old poetry writer that never really believed in herself. Granted, that was only seven and a half years ago, but nonetheless. Thanks:thepurplehobbit trulyjewelz hobbits_r_cute irish_cocktail queenrayven silver1226
Dom woke up first.
It was early in the morning by most people's standards. There was light, but the kind of light that made you wonder. Dom couldn't figure out where it came from. You know the type, the light that comes before the sun rises and everything smells clean and dewy.
But Dom didn't have to roll down the window or open the door. He knew what morning light smelled like.
It smelled like mornings when he watched the sunrise because he thought that maybe they'd have an answer for him.
Like loving Billy and wanting Billy to love him back.
This could turn out to be one of those mornings.
Not waiting for Billy to rouse, he buckled both their seatbelts and put the car into gear. He wasn't sure which way they had come from, so he started to drive. He pulled out of the unpaved parking lot and headed to the right. The first sign he saw, he passed by too quickly, and muttered something about the sign being so far away from him. Dom realized he was driving on the left side of the road and corrected himself.
Billy was still out cold.
The second sign he passed told him he was headed toward Lake Tahoe. Dom didn't exactly know where that was, but he knew for sure that it wasn't in the vicinity of LA.
So then he turned around, past The Bar (The Bar Where Billy Danced With Dom) and into yet another stretch of lonely nothingness.
A few hours later, around midday, Billy slowly woke up, opening one eye and then the other. He didn't know where he was, and frankly, did not care. He fell back asleep, knowing that if anything happened to him, at least he'd have Dom nearby.
Dom studied rock formations a lot more than he should have. He thought about the lines in them, and concluded that if he were a rock, he'd know exactly when it was that he met Billy. He'd know exactly when he knew Billy was his best friend. He'd know exactly when he knew he'd fallen for him. And he'd know exactly when they had had their first dance.
A few hours more and Dom pulled into his garage. Billy calls it Dom's apartment. Even though it's a house. Dom never bothers to correct him, because every time Billy says apartment, Dom gets to hear him say two more syllables than if he did correct him. He suddenly debated carrying Billy in, but decided that carrying him wouldn't be immediately appreciated.
Dom doesn't know that Billy would love nothing more than to wake up in Dom's sheets.
So Dom sits in the car, not watching him sleep, but listening to him sleep, listening to him breathe in, and breathe out.
If he thinks and wishes hard enough, he can imagine that Billy's breathing for him.
Part Two ;; Part One ;; Prequel
Author:
jade__paper Email: rice_kristi@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: BB/DM
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and mean no disrespect in writing this. <3
Author's notes: I still STILL need a title. Help! Also, please excuse any wrong terminology, feel free to correct; I'm not even 15 yet, and don't know these things. To those who have commented and prodded me on: when I posted my first fic just two days ago, I didn't expect to continue it, much less share it -- and, never in my wildest dreams did I think that people would actually want me to write more. Ever. In my head I'm still the seven-year-old poetry writer that never really believed in herself. Granted, that was only seven and a half years ago, but nonetheless. Thanks:
thepurplehobbit trulyjewelz hobbits_r_cute irish_cocktail queenrayven silver1226Dom woke up first.
It was early in the morning by most people's standards. There was light, but the kind of light that made you wonder. Dom couldn't figure out where it came from. You know the type, the light that comes before the sun rises and everything smells clean and dewy.
But Dom didn't have to roll down the window or open the door. He knew what morning light smelled like.
It smelled like mornings when he watched the sunrise because he thought that maybe they'd have an answer for him.
Like loving Billy and wanting Billy to love him back.
This could turn out to be one of those mornings.
Not waiting for Billy to rouse, he buckled both their seatbelts and put the car into gear. He wasn't sure which way they had come from, so he started to drive. He pulled out of the unpaved parking lot and headed to the right. The first sign he saw, he passed by too quickly, and muttered something about the sign being so far away from him. Dom realized he was driving on the left side of the road and corrected himself.
Billy was still out cold.
The second sign he passed told him he was headed toward Lake Tahoe. Dom didn't exactly know where that was, but he knew for sure that it wasn't in the vicinity of LA.
So then he turned around, past The Bar (The Bar Where Billy Danced With Dom) and into yet another stretch of lonely nothingness.
A few hours later, around midday, Billy slowly woke up, opening one eye and then the other. He didn't know where he was, and frankly, did not care. He fell back asleep, knowing that if anything happened to him, at least he'd have Dom nearby.
Dom studied rock formations a lot more than he should have. He thought about the lines in them, and concluded that if he were a rock, he'd know exactly when it was that he met Billy. He'd know exactly when he knew Billy was his best friend. He'd know exactly when he knew he'd fallen for him. And he'd know exactly when they had had their first dance.
A few hours more and Dom pulled into his garage. Billy calls it Dom's apartment. Even though it's a house. Dom never bothers to correct him, because every time Billy says apartment, Dom gets to hear him say two more syllables than if he did correct him. He suddenly debated carrying Billy in, but decided that carrying him wouldn't be immediately appreciated.
Dom doesn't know that Billy would love nothing more than to wake up in Dom's sheets.
So Dom sits in the car, not watching him sleep, but listening to him sleep, listening to him breathe in, and breathe out.
If he thinks and wishes hard enough, he can imagine that Billy's breathing for him.
Part Two ;; Part One ;; Prequel
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I like reading it and if you would like to coninue then i will happily keep reading.
And i understand how you feel i just posted my first fic yesterday and that was only after my friends read and sadi it was good, the second one noone read and i'm kinda of scared about but that wasn't my piont.
Hm . . i believe my point was that this is a very good story and i am enjoying it.
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Having no one read your fics (or anything you've written for that matter) is always disheartening. Shouldn't they make pills for that kind of stuff? They make pills for everything ELSE. XD
Thank you! <3
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and if you want to read it its in my journal
So when will there be more, or will there be more, any idea?
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I like you're icon too.
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Jewelz
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I had thought of a title for your story actually, but that was before I read the 3rd part and realized they weren't in Arizona or the desert anymore. I was going to suggest: The Adventures of Dom and Billy-Queens of the Desert. lol
But since it is picking up a more fluffy feel now,( and it's tough to help you name it since I don't know where it's going and only you do) I'm not sure what I'd suggest to title it. You need to decide how many more parts you are going to write and maybe include what happened to Dom's car he'd bought? or is that the one they're driving? :s Maybe include that for your title.
The sunset scene did get The Police's "Invisible Sun" stuck in my head now, maybe that could prove as a title? Good luck and keep trangelin. ^_^
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*squees*
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Still lovin' this and sorry, I'm at a loss for a title.
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this piece is definately my fave so far.
its more with the little subtle things... and the rock analogy/metaphor/whatever is excellent! just... guh. :)
and just- yeah. good job! even better job for a fourteen year old girl! *grin* you rock, dear.
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<3
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*pokes you with spork* Its nice to meet a (nearly) 15 year old in here. I thought I was the only one ^_^ Its nice not to feel wierd *g* Where you from?
More soon??????
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Yes, more will be coming soon. XD
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Dom doesn't know that Billy would love nothing more than to wake up in Dom's sheets.
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(Perhaps call it Winding Road? Then again, what I always do when writing is title it at the end. It usually ends up in a meaningful title. Of course, this is difficult considering it's a work in progress. >_> )
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