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Title: So Close
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liwi22
Monaboyd
Rated PG-13
Disclaimer: If you saw the poor state of my slippers you'd know I'm not making a profit at this or anything else. Oh, and I know I'm supposed to say that this never happened. But what if it did? What if I saw this with my high powered binoculors? That'd be pretty neat. Okay, so it didn't happen.
Summary: This fic contains a healthy dose of the complete confusion that comes with unrequited love. With a cherry on top, or whatever position the cherry wants to be in...
Author's notes: It's my first time posting, so be gentle.
Completly out there but: Okay, this is a total side thing but I think that the picture on the top right looks just like Dom. It's called Hoodie Black
It's lonely when you sit in a room alone. Knowing that the person you want to be with is just a few steps away. All that is stopping you is fear. Fear of not knowing. Not knowing is what has been gnawing at you... causing your stomach to twist and flip. The 'what if?' factor is driving you slowly insane. He knows you love him. He knows that you'll always be there for him. You know the same of him. Except, of course, if he takes your actions the wrong way. That's why you threw that pancake at him yesterday. Boys are dumb. Isn't that what your first girlfriend said when you asked her why she had made the first move...
A pancake... why did you hit him in the side of the face with a pancake? It could have been worse right? There could have been some syrup on it... or jam... something that would have messed up his.... This train of thought is leading nowhere but to a fantasy of licking syrup.... yeah... not good. You have to be downstairs in ten and the increased chafing in your jeans is not helping.
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The line of press is such an odd thing. There is always that little voice playing inside your head that tells you where to or where not to put your hands... if your name is Dom it happens to remind you to stick out your tongue at certain crutial moments or make the sex god face that everyone seems to enjoy on the internet. Afterall you are a crowd pleaser. Hell, you'd give this all up just to be a Billy pleaser for one night... maybe eight. Yeah, eight sounds good. More.
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Your evening is free. His is not. Which means sitting there flipping through the channels trying not to just show up where you know he'll be. 7:41pm. Plenty of time to pop by, say hello. Have some precious Billy time before he leaves for another evening full of interviews and things that you know he hates.... because you hate them too.
When you knock he lets you in right away... the smell of him washes over you. Makes your face flush. When he hugs you the blood starts heading somewhere else.... my god what a time for things to happen.
CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!! EMERGENCY!!!! THINK OF THAT TIME YOU SAW MUM AND DAD IN THE SHOWER!!!! NANNA IN A BIKINI!!! All clear. Danger avoided.
When you leave there is a noticable bounce in your step. There is something about that boy that sends you through the roof. Back to channel surfing. Busy work. There is always that puzzle that you've been meaning to put together.
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It's almost 2:00am... Do you know where your Billy is? You're quasi trashed. Look at the room... it's more than quasi trashed. Ben & Jerry's... puzzle pieces... laundry... empty bottles... where the hell did that lime come from?
Dazed and confused. That's how you feel... wasn't that a movie? Who knows... probably something Lighe made you watch. A knock at the door makes you jump a little... especially when you hear someone's muffled scottish lilt.
Billy is slightly frosted. Not much more than you are... afterall his eyes are still clear. His right eye gets a bit bloodshot after a few too many.
"Are you going to let me in or not?" Billy is still in his coat, he came straight to your room after the mandatory fun time.
"So how'd it go?" The only place left to sit is on the bed... not that it's a bad thing.
" You just popped in before I left and I guess I just wanted to be with you. Instead of those faux industry types. I've been distracted all night. " Before you even ask he starts again. "Why have your visits been so short lately?"
"If I don't force myself to leave at a certain point... I guess I am afraid that I'll never be able to." SHIT SHIT SHIT! Who's in charge of keeping that stuff inside your brain? They should be fired.
"What if I want you to stay," Billy's lips taste just how you thought they would. "Forever."
Okay, so whoever is in charge of your inner monologue is being promoted.
By
liwi22Monaboyd
Rated PG-13
Disclaimer: If you saw the poor state of my slippers you'd know I'm not making a profit at this or anything else. Oh, and I know I'm supposed to say that this never happened. But what if it did? What if I saw this with my high powered binoculors? That'd be pretty neat. Okay, so it didn't happen.
Summary: This fic contains a healthy dose of the complete confusion that comes with unrequited love. With a cherry on top, or whatever position the cherry wants to be in...
Author's notes: It's my first time posting, so be gentle.
Completly out there but: Okay, this is a total side thing but I think that the picture on the top right looks just like Dom. It's called Hoodie Black
It's lonely when you sit in a room alone. Knowing that the person you want to be with is just a few steps away. All that is stopping you is fear. Fear of not knowing. Not knowing is what has been gnawing at you... causing your stomach to twist and flip. The 'what if?' factor is driving you slowly insane. He knows you love him. He knows that you'll always be there for him. You know the same of him. Except, of course, if he takes your actions the wrong way. That's why you threw that pancake at him yesterday. Boys are dumb. Isn't that what your first girlfriend said when you asked her why she had made the first move...
A pancake... why did you hit him in the side of the face with a pancake? It could have been worse right? There could have been some syrup on it... or jam... something that would have messed up his.... This train of thought is leading nowhere but to a fantasy of licking syrup.... yeah... not good. You have to be downstairs in ten and the increased chafing in your jeans is not helping.
********
The line of press is such an odd thing. There is always that little voice playing inside your head that tells you where to or where not to put your hands... if your name is Dom it happens to remind you to stick out your tongue at certain crutial moments or make the sex god face that everyone seems to enjoy on the internet. Afterall you are a crowd pleaser. Hell, you'd give this all up just to be a Billy pleaser for one night... maybe eight. Yeah, eight sounds good. More.
********
Your evening is free. His is not. Which means sitting there flipping through the channels trying not to just show up where you know he'll be. 7:41pm. Plenty of time to pop by, say hello. Have some precious Billy time before he leaves for another evening full of interviews and things that you know he hates.... because you hate them too.
When you knock he lets you in right away... the smell of him washes over you. Makes your face flush. When he hugs you the blood starts heading somewhere else.... my god what a time for things to happen.
CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!! EMERGENCY!!!! THINK OF THAT TIME YOU SAW MUM AND DAD IN THE SHOWER!!!! NANNA IN A BIKINI!!! All clear. Danger avoided.
When you leave there is a noticable bounce in your step. There is something about that boy that sends you through the roof. Back to channel surfing. Busy work. There is always that puzzle that you've been meaning to put together.
****************
It's almost 2:00am... Do you know where your Billy is? You're quasi trashed. Look at the room... it's more than quasi trashed. Ben & Jerry's... puzzle pieces... laundry... empty bottles... where the hell did that lime come from?
Dazed and confused. That's how you feel... wasn't that a movie? Who knows... probably something Lighe made you watch. A knock at the door makes you jump a little... especially when you hear someone's muffled scottish lilt.
Billy is slightly frosted. Not much more than you are... afterall his eyes are still clear. His right eye gets a bit bloodshot after a few too many.
"Are you going to let me in or not?" Billy is still in his coat, he came straight to your room after the mandatory fun time.
"So how'd it go?" The only place left to sit is on the bed... not that it's a bad thing.
" You just popped in before I left and I guess I just wanted to be with you. Instead of those faux industry types. I've been distracted all night. " Before you even ask he starts again. "Why have your visits been so short lately?"
"If I don't force myself to leave at a certain point... I guess I am afraid that I'll never be able to." SHIT SHIT SHIT! Who's in charge of keeping that stuff inside your brain? They should be fired.
"What if I want you to stay," Billy's lips taste just how you thought they would. "Forever."
Okay, so whoever is in charge of your inner monologue is being promoted.
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