monaboyd | What happened, Billy? PART 4

So sorry it's taken me so long to get this updated. The muses abandoned me for a while. Once again, this part is NOT in email format, but the next part will be :) Hope this is alright. As usual, mistakes are all my own :)

Title: What happened, Billy?

Author: glorfinniel

Rating: PG for language, I think...(I get confused between the British and American ratings)

Pairing: It's Monaboyd, me dears! (But Elijah's in this one too!)

Disclaimer: I don't own Billy, Dom or Elijah. None of this happened...I don't think. If I did own them, well, for starters, I'd make the three of them wear eyeliner all the time Yum.

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Billy’s been a prat. A complete and utter prat. It seems that he was wrong about Dom after all.

He doesn’t know where to go now. He’s not been here very often and the place is alien to him. He’s standing outside Dom’s home, his bags on the ground beside him. He’s waiting for the taxi to pick him up and take him away from this place. Take him anywhere.

He’s given up with not trying to cry. When Dom said that to him, when he rejected Billy, his heart broke. Billy could actually feel it being torn into a thousand little pieces.

And the tears began to fall immediately.

Billy knows that Elijah’s in L.A right now, having a break and seeing his family before going to make his next film. But Billy can’t go to him. Billy can’t see anyone right at this moment.

But he can’t be alone either.

He can call Elijah. Can’t he?

Hesitantly, Billy pulls his phone out of his pocket. Elijah’s number is on speed-dial, number 2. Dom’s is number 1.

‘M’yello?’ comes Elijah’s ridiculous answer after about 7 rings.

‘Elijah?’

‘Billy! I haven’t heard from you for, well, ages! How’re you, man?’

‘Honestly? Pretty crap.’ He pauses, contemplating whether what he is about to do is a good idea or not. He hears Elijah make a little polite exclamation of concern. ‘I was wondering, could I stay at yours for a while? Only a day or so, that’s all...’

‘Oh! Um, sure, that’d be great! I’ve got to go to New York in a week or so but you’re more than welcome to stay! What time’s your flight due in?’ God, but he hates Elijah’s cheerful nature sometimes.

‘I’m already here, ‘lijah,’

‘Oh, um, ok! Um, where are you now then? I’ll pick you up and we could stop off at - ’

‘-Doesn’t matter, I’ll get a taxi. Thanks, Elijah.’

He hangs up before Elijah can question it further and stoops to pick up his luggage as he sees his taxi approaching. He’d phoned for it quite a while ago and realises that the driver is about 10 minutes late. He doesn’t care. He’s just glad to be away from Dominic’s place. He feels like such an idiot.

As Billy climbs into the back of the car and does up his seat belt (he knows how mad these drivers can be) he notices the man up front eyeing him with curiosity. With recognition. Billy looks at him wearily, warning him without words. Don’t even bother, mate, Billy thinks and so the driver just asks Billy politely for where he wishes to go and nothing else is said for the rest of the journey.

Billy’s only been to Elijah’s house in L.A a couple of times before and each time he visits it he’s taken aback by how American it looks. It’s huge, considering that he lives on his own, and the garden (Yard, he reminds himself, they call it the yard) is also ridiculously big. Billy finds himself suddenly wanting nothing more than to be back in Scotland, in his only little, cosy place, sitting by the fire and drinking until he falls in an alcohol influenced stupor.

Thinking about Scotland then gets him thinking about why he left his home in the first place and before he realises it, he’s crying again. His eyes are filling up and he hastily wipes at his tears, hoping that the driver doesn’t notice. If he does, he makes no indication of it.

When the taxi finally pulls up outside Elijah’s home, Billy’s pleased to see that Elijah is standing on the porch, waiting for him. Billy quickly thanks the driver, picks up his luggage and gives the man a random amount of money from his pocket. Not waiting for the change, Billy turns away and walks up to his friend.

Elijah’s wide grin starts off as genuine, but as Billy gets nearer, the smile flickers and then goes out completely. ‘Christ, Billy, you look like shit!’ he says and quickly opens the front door, taking the bags out of Billy’s hands.

‘Yeah, well...’ Billy says, not bothering to finish the sentence. He follows Lij into the living room and, without being prompted, immediately heads for the sofa (Couch, it’s a couch, he scorns himself).

He closes his eyes and allows himself to fall to his side. He’s tired. Absolutely bloody knackered, as Dom would say.

Dom.

‘What was that, Billy?’

Did he actually say that out loud? By the look on Elijah’s face, Billy guesses that yes, he did.

‘Nothing,’ he mutters feebly, not looking up at his friend. ‘Nothing, Elijah. Doesn’t matter.’

Billy finds this idea vaguely amusing, considering how much older he is than Elijah in real life. Still, he likes it. He likes the fact that he can lie here, with Elijah’s fingers running absently through his hair and not have to worry about seeing Dom again. He’s pleased that he won’t have to face him and feel completely humiliated.

He’d been so excited about seeing Dom again. He’d been replaying the moment in his mind when Dom would open his door and see Billy, and then throw his arms around him with love and relief. And then Billy would be let inside, and they’d kiss, and talk for hours, and then finally fall asleep together in each other’s arms.

Except that didn’t happen, did it? Billy didn’t get so far as to step inside Dom’s apartment. ‘Fuck off,’ Dom had said, his eyes void of emotion, his jaw set, and then he’d slammed the door in Billy’s face.

‘Billy?’ Elijah’s voice brings him back to the present. ‘Tell me, what’s he done?’

‘Nothing. He’s done absolutely nothing. That’s the problem.’ He sits up suddenly, looking Elijah squarely in the eyes. ‘I love him, ‘lijah. I really love him and he said he loved me too. He said he loved me too but he shut me out, he won’t see me.’

To his shame, Billy realises that he is crying again, for the third bloody time that day. Elijah’s eyes show the sadness that Billy feels and as a sob escapes the Scot and shakes his frame, Elijah wraps his arms tightly around his friend.

When Billy awoke a few hours later, his eyes itchy and his throat sore, he found that he was still on the sofa. Sitting on the floor opposite him, his laptop on the coffee table, was Elijah. He was typing furiously, at an unbelievable speed and, by the way he was pounding at the keys, Billy got the impression that whatever he was writing was making him very angry.

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