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monaboyd Jun. 22nd, 2004 03:13 pm)I wrote this the day after England lost to France in Euro 2004. *shakes head* That day was a tragic one... Anyway, it inspired me to write a short Monaboyd fic! Enjoy! I hope it was alright. I've only just posted this now because I was a little worried about it.
Title: Just a Game
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glorfinniel
Rating: PG for language really
Summary: It's Euro 2004. Football season. Dom's all ready to watch England kick France's arse...or not, as the case may be.
Disclaimer: This never happened and I don't own Dom or Billy (yet)
Just a Game
‘Right, I think that’s everything,’ said Dom, opening a family sized pack of Doritos. He slumped down clumsily on the sofa, munching happily on the snacks. ‘Want one?’ he asked Billy, his mouth half full.
Billy looked at him in disgust. ‘Are you actually planning on eating all of that?’ he asked, indicating the multiple bags of crisps and sweets scattered all over the floor and cushions. ‘You’re actually going to manage it?’
‘Of course I am!’ Dom grinned, reaching for a can. The hiss as the lager was opened just annoyed Billy further.
He hated the football season. He hated it, hated it, hated it.
It was 7:37 in the evening, according to the clock on the video player. That meant 8 minutes until kick-off and Billy’s version of hell.
*
‘Yes! Yes, we’re going to beat the Frogs, Billy!’
Billy looked up from his book. He studied Dom’s face, then the television screen. ‘I still don’t care,’ he said blankly. ‘Besides, you are going to beat them. I’m from
‘Oh, come on, Billy!’ Dom said, never taking his eyes off the game. ‘Wouldn’t you much rather
‘I couldn’t care less,’ Billy replied, sighing heavily. ‘Look,’ he said, putting his book on the table. ‘I’m getting a shower. I can’t cope with this bloody incessant noise anymore. It’s just football.’
‘It’s Euro 2004!’ Dom shouted after him. ‘It’s important!’
*
‘Shit, I don’t believe this. I can’t believe this is happening!
‘Dom, are you actually crying?’
‘No.’
‘You are! I don’t believe you, Dom. It’s just a game!’
He looked up at Billy, coldness in his eyes. ‘Don’t you ever say that again, Bills.’
‘But it is!’
Billy watched in surprise as Dom suddenly stood up, threw the remote onto the coffee table and stormed out of the room. He jumped as Dom slammed the door to their bedroom with as much force as was possible.
He sat back, confused, reached for the remote himself. ‘Oh, shut up,’ he muttered at the commentator and turned the channel over.
*
It was past
He knocked softly on the door. ‘Dom?’ he said through the wood. ‘Are you still awake?’ There was no answer and so Billy slowly turned the handle, careful only to open the door as far as was necessary because he knew that the hinges creaked when the door was at a particular position.
But he needn’t have bothered. Dom wasn’t asleep, as Billy had expected (and rather hoped). Instead, he was sitting on their bed, cross legged and doodling on a piece of scrap paper. Billy guessed that it was a page from Dom’s diary but he couldn’t see the book anywhere in the dim light of the bedside table.
‘I’m going to bed now, Dom,’ Billy said, watching his boyfriend for a reaction. He did nothing but nod, and then Dom was sliding off the bed and would have walked straight out of the room if Billy hadn’t put an arm out to stop him.
‘Billy, let me through.’
‘No.’
‘Bills...’
‘I won’t. This is ridiculous, Dom. Sit. Now. We’re going to talk about this.’
And so Dom did as he was told. He turned back round, he sat and he stared at the floor. Billy stayed standing and Dom refused to look up at him.
‘Is this all because I said it was only a game?’ Billy asked quietly. ‘Is this why you’re so mad at me?’
‘I’m not mad at you,’ Dom mumbled. ‘I’m just mad.’
‘Then talk to me. Won’t you?’
Dom sighed. ‘I’m not in the mood for talking, alright?’
‘But I am. I’ve been bored out of my brains for over five hours. I had to sit there and put up with that bloody game for almost two hours and all the time you ignored me. Then, you storm off. I think that alone deserves an explanation.’
‘No one said you had to sit there,’ Dom spat, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. ‘I didn’t say you had to sit there and “put up with it”.’
‘Do you think I wanted to sit there all that time, Dom? Do you really think I have nothing better to do than watch a bunch of blokes kick a ball around the pitch for an hour and a half?’
‘Well, if you sodding well did, why didn’t you piss off and do so?’ Dom replied sharply and got to his feet. ‘I didn’t particularly like your constant complaining and muttering. Yes, I heard it Billy. All I wanted to do was watch the game and then, to top it all off, they go and bloody well lose anyway!’
‘That’s not my fault!’ Billy yelled, taken aback by his own voice. ‘I’ve put up with your football games for too long, Dom. I am sick to death of being ignored and I’m fed up with you just sitting on your arse all day!’
And then, to Billy’s great annoyance, Dom laughed. Actually laughed out loud, so hard that he doubled over.
‘It’s not funny, Dom! Stop laughing!’
‘It is!’ Dom said, small bursts of chuckling still passing through his lips. ‘It is funny! I can’t believe we’re having an argument about this!’
‘Did you not listen to a single word I said? You’ve been a bastard, Dom! You’ve done nothing but ignore me.’
Dom’s face fell. Billy was right; he had. ‘Billy, I’m so sorry,’ he said, edging forward and tentatively holding out his arms. ‘I swear that I won’t do that again. I’ll pay more attention to you.’ He sighed with relief when Billy let him hold him. ‘Why didn’t you say something?’
‘I didn’t see the point,’ said Billy, reluctantly letting his anger drift. ‘You just weren’t listening to me at all. You were so transfixed, so caught up. You’re always like that with football.’
‘I’ve been an arse, haven’t I? Dom said, holding Billy at arms length and grinning cheekily.
‘Yes, you have, Dom. A right daft git,’ Billy replied.
‘Alright, alright, don’t rub it in!’ he laughed, holding Billy close to him again.
‘I understand what it means to you, Dom. I know that’s what you love. It’s part of your life. I just don’t want you switching me off completely.’ He looked over to the bed and the scribblings on the piece of paper. ‘Or shutting yourself in our room because your team didn’t win.’
‘Yeah, that was pretty stupid wasn’t it?’ Dom said sheepishly.
‘Yes, very, Dom.’
‘But I promise to be more considerate in future.’ There was a pause. ‘I am still allowed to watch the games though, aren’t I?’ he said, only half joking.
A clip on the head was the answer he got. ‘Of course ye can, ye pillock!’ Billy said. ‘I wouldn’t let you miss England playing
Dom eyed his lover closely. ‘What did you just say, Bills?’ he asked, amusement in his voice.
‘Well, it is,’ Billy said, looking up from where he was now lying on his back, ‘isn’t it? They need to win the next two matches to guarantee them a place. Without it we’re out.’
Dom’s face broke into a huge smile once more. ‘You were listening to the game, Bills!’ he cried with delight, and literally leapt onto Billy.
The Scot let out a loud ‘oof!’ but smiled too. ‘The book wasn’t that interesting,’ he said, shrugging. ‘But that doesn’t mean I like it anywhere near as much as you do,’ he added quickly, ‘just so you’re warned.’
‘Oh, I understand, Billy,’ Dom said distractedly. He detached himself from Billy’s body and rolled onto his side. ‘Sorry I’ve been such a prat,’ he said, leaning forward and kissing Billy’s neck softly. ‘If there’s anything - ’ Billy gasped in surprise as Dom’s lips moved down to his chest, ‘ – I can do, then do not hesitate to ask.’
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I felt it had to be done too and seeing as no one else was going to do it, I though, ah heck, I'LL write one!
:)
Thanks for reading!
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There is no way I could ever write anything like that. I just couldn't. Make a complete and utter fool of myself I think!
I prefer subtlety anyway :)
Ta for reading!
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Reminds me of me and my mum every time the football's on.
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I don't normally watch it but to be beaten by the French...that's just so horrible. It needed to be written about.
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I hope be meet Potugal.
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I'm not really a sport person but like is said, England vs France just cannot be missed!
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Glad you liked it :)
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I was so annoyed that they beat us!
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Dom, you're talking to a Scot - do you really want to hear the answer? ;)
I'm not really into footbal, but I liked this story nonetheless :)
You've described it very well - Dom being obsessed with the whole thing and Billy finally getting frustrated... very good indeed :)
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I'm glad you read it, despite not being a football fan :)
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great job.
cheers
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Sounds like my Dad.....
I didn't act like that though*whistles and walks off*
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I don't normally like football at all but when we lost...well, I felt bloody miserable!
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I like to read (and write) stories like this too. For all the reasons that you mentioned :)