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i'm weak, i'm posting part two.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/1124375.html part one
part two -
Title: Downpour (in reference to rain, tears and shower)
Author: Chend
Rating: PG13 I think
Warnings: Fluff and angst and more fluff
Pairings: Monaboyd
Summary: Don't want to incase it spoils it.
Feedback: Please Please Please
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I only wish I did.
Thanks: Al for title and Betta.
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A week later he was heading out of his house in LA. He hadn’t forgotten Glasgow; in fact what happened was replaying itself over and over in his head. But he had to do it. He couldn’t have gone on like that. Although now he was starting to believe pretense was better than living without Billy.
He crossed the street to the local newsagents. He pushed open the door and was hit by cool air. He never remembered about Air-con, it always sent a jolt to his system. Maybe he’d never adjust. Well it was odd. He was used to warm air indoors, cold outside. But that was the difference between the US and England.
He sighed and headed for the news rack. Dom always wanted to know what was going on in the world. Without even reading the front he picked up his usual, paid at the counter, said his goodbyes and was back outside.
He folded his paper and headed back towards his house. He was just shutting the door when his phone rang. He dropped the paper on a chair and answered the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Dom, its Lij. Have you read the papers today?’
‘No. Just got mine. Why?’
‘Just read them. Let me know what happens. Bye.’
Before Dom had a chance to reply Elijah was gone. Dom frowned. What the hell was that about? He hung up the receiver and headed back to where he dropped his paper. He unfolded it and stared at the headline ‘Lord of the Rings Star’s Gay Confession.’
Dom didn’t even stop to read the article. Folding the paper again and gripping it tightly in his hand he ran to his room. He grabbed his mobile and one other thing before he ran out of his house locking the door behind him.
---------------TBC-------------------
http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/1124375.html part one
part two -
Title: Downpour (in reference to rain, tears and shower)
Author: Chend
Rating: PG13 I think
Warnings: Fluff and angst and more fluff
Pairings: Monaboyd
Summary: Don't want to incase it spoils it.
Feedback: Please Please Please
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I only wish I did.
Thanks: Al for title and Betta.
-----------------------------------
A week later he was heading out of his house in LA. He hadn’t forgotten Glasgow; in fact what happened was replaying itself over and over in his head. But he had to do it. He couldn’t have gone on like that. Although now he was starting to believe pretense was better than living without Billy.
He crossed the street to the local newsagents. He pushed open the door and was hit by cool air. He never remembered about Air-con, it always sent a jolt to his system. Maybe he’d never adjust. Well it was odd. He was used to warm air indoors, cold outside. But that was the difference between the US and England.
He sighed and headed for the news rack. Dom always wanted to know what was going on in the world. Without even reading the front he picked up his usual, paid at the counter, said his goodbyes and was back outside.
He folded his paper and headed back towards his house. He was just shutting the door when his phone rang. He dropped the paper on a chair and answered the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Dom, its Lij. Have you read the papers today?’
‘No. Just got mine. Why?’
‘Just read them. Let me know what happens. Bye.’
Before Dom had a chance to reply Elijah was gone. Dom frowned. What the hell was that about? He hung up the receiver and headed back to where he dropped his paper. He unfolded it and stared at the headline ‘Lord of the Rings Star’s Gay Confession.’
Dom didn’t even stop to read the article. Folding the paper again and gripping it tightly in his hand he ran to his room. He grabbed his mobile and one other thing before he ran out of his house locking the door behind him.
---------------TBC-------------------
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