Obsession (part 1)
Dec. 27th, 2010 11:58 pmAuthor:
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG13/PG
Beta: the super awesome
Summary: AU story; the structure: alternation of Dominic and Matthew's journals. Dominic is a first year uni student who moves to a new apartment. Matt, his neighbour, is a weird painter, who decides to play the voyeur... :P
Feedback: is as appreciated as winter holidays!
Warning: None in this part.
Author's Note: This is a (late) Christmas/ anniversary present for my beloved wifey,
Since these are journal entries of the guys, the language is not very sophisticated and they sometimes use smileys as well, haha! I hope the text is not confusing, let me know what you think!!!
19th October 2010. (Dominic)
After searching for weeks, I think I finally found the perfect place. Well, it’s a bit far from uni and I think all my neighbours are over 60, but at least I’ll finally have the peace I need. I also met my future flat mate, Alex. He’s studying veterinary medicine, so he probably doesn’t have time for partying. I hope things will be OK from now on.
23rd October 2010. (Matthew)
It’s my third week since I moved back to my folks. It’s not as bad as I imagined, and surprisingly my stepsister is much more awesome than she was a few years ago. We often listen to loud rock music in my room and laugh a lot, especially when we annoy our parents. :P I felt the urge to create something in the morning, so I went into the town and bought canvases, brushes and all the shit I need for painting. However, as I was standing in front of the blank canvas, all my ideas burst and I dropped the brush nervously. I have to find something that would inspire me, I have to…
28th October 2010
Wow, I can’t believe it, but I’m actually settled! I have my own room now, no kidding! And my own desk, comfy bed and wardrobe (which could be bigger… I had to bundle my leopard-print clothes on one shelf! That’s revolting! :-/ ). Haha, okay I can’t expect to have a wardrobe as spacious as the one at home; the rent is quite acceptable, which is rare in this world of greed. The owner of the house is a kind priest, who lives in the same street, so I guess that’s why he wouldn’t by all means steal my money.
I’ve just finished decorating my room a bit; it looked so empty and gloomy, so I glued on the wall beside my bed some of my favourite photos: one with Peter, my little friend from the chess club; a family portrait, one from my sister’s wedding and the most recent one, a pic with Tom and me taken at my class’ graduation. God, I miss Tom so much! We’ve known each other for thirteen years… I can’t get used to not seeing him daily. :( I’m not saying that he should have come to the same university as me; he has to follow his dream to become a photographer.
Well, I have a lot of things to do and study; the German Literature teacher is trying to kill us with the amount of reading material.
28th October 2010.
Few hours ago I found some old pics of me when I was a punk… whoa; I can’t believe how much I changed since then! I mean I’m still a rebel, a wild and untameable soul, but good god! My hair is normal now, haha! Though sometimes I’m seriously considering dying it red again, it looked good on me. Or blue… haha, I’m contradicting myself, aren’t I? More than my colourful hair, I miss the fun I had back in those days. Actually, in one of those pics I was playing the guitar, and I suddenly felt this urge to touch those stiff strings again.
I went downstairs and asked Mum if she threw out my old stuff and to my surprise she said that they were all packed in boxes in the attic. Well, I haven’t felt so excited for a long time. I climbed as fast as I could through the cluttered space and even though I sneezed the whole time (ew, there’s so much dust there), I was happy to find lost pieces from the past.
My beloved Queen and Nirvana posters, CDs, science books and all kind of objects I was once very attached to. Just as I was heading back to my room with the guitar on my back, I looked out on the window and my breath was taken away. You see, we share the yard with another house, therefore their building is quite close to ours. I had a great view of a… haha, of a perfect ass. Although I wish I was in my room because from the attic I couldn’t see their upper body; only a yellow t-shirt which rode up as they were putting something on the wall, and those black skinnies which were so deliciously tight. Later I asked Mum about our new neighbour (it’s not like I don’t see what’s happening around me but oh boy, I would have paid much more attention had I known the treasure that was under my nose); she told me this new guy moved here like ten days ago and was a uni student in the first year.
But that was all she knew. No problem, I will do my own investigation then…
3rd November 2010.
Two of my courses weren’t held today at the uni; I thought I’d use this opportunity to go out with some of my fellow students to have a hot chocolate or even a beer, but each refused me, coming up with excuses I found ridiculous. I’m a calm and balanced person, however, this incident affected me deeply; I felt rejected. On the ride home I decided to call Tom because he was always so cheerful and he made me laugh. There was no reason to feel vexed, I had a free afternoon which had to be profited.
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I decided to write a few lines before going to bed. I am not sure what to believe, but after talking with Tom on the phone I have the impression I’m the most unlucky man. Thought I’d never see this day, but he actually has a girlfriend. Moreover, he won a photography contest and lives with two amusing colleagues. He was so enthusiastic that I didn’t have the heart to ruin his excellent mood with my whining. To his questions I replied the same monosyllabic word; “Do you like the apartment?”, “Are your mates awesome?” “Courses interesting?” “You having fun?” – these all were answered with yes, a ‘yes’ which was never more false.
5th November 2010.
I never minded if people called me obsessed because it was the only thing they actually got right about me; obsessed with painting, obsessed with music, obsessed with an extravagant way of living, but from experience I know the most dangerous one is being obsessed with a person. I haven’t been out of the house for 3 days (or maybe 4?); mostly I spied on him and I kept coming up with all kinds of theories.
A few days ago Julia came into my room and my sister refused to let me continue reading Orwell’s 1984 until I helped her solve her physics homework. The first exercises were quite easy, but I couldn’t remember which formula to use. I needed a book, so I got up to get it from my desk. I looked out on the window and the book fell out of my hands… my eyes were wide as I watched Mum and the mysterious neighbour introducing themselves and shaking hands. FINALLY I saw him entirely, not just his lower half. What can I say, he’s even more gorgeous… the blonde locks that framed his head so perfectly, his soft features and that bright smile which graced his face as he talked with Mum – all these made me gulp, bite my knuckles and I had to concentrate to pull myself together. “Bellamy, he is not real and even if he is, you’re not worthy of such a beauty.” I jumped with shock when Julia shouted “Earth to Bellamy!” in my right ear. Luckily, he got into the house by the time my sister peeked out on the window. Phew, that was close…
That wasn’t all… on the same evening while we were enjoying family dinner, Mum told us smilingly: “I met our new neighbour today.” It seems funny now, but I choked when I heard those words. After my coughs faded away she revealed that his name was Dominic Howard. Throughout the evening and night the only thing I could see was his name and his face; I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling with his name never leaving my trembling lips.
Dominic… Do-mi-nic… it sounds sacred, untouchable, superior to anybody. I became so antsy that despite the late hour, I jumped out of bed and faced the canvas. I was only half-conscious while I dipped the brush in the different paints and worked with a fervour which was unknown to me before. When I finished my work, I was so exhausted that I plunged weakly in my bed.
The next morning I was woken up by a short scream of surprise. It was my Mum who came into my room to put some freshly washed shirts in my wardrobe; I walked up to her and her face was reflecting so many emotions, her eyes shone so brightly! She put her hands on her mouth and then looked at me with her brows furrowed. It was that moment when I finally looked at the canvas and – I’m not lying – I was astonished. This piece was like nothing else I’ve ever painted; I used the softest pastel colours from white, yellow, pale orange and pink, a bit of grey, ending with lovely shades of purple. A human figure was in the centre, however my work was quite dreamlike and I’m sure he couldn’t have been recognized.
What followed, left me speechless… Mum hugged me. She hugged me for the first time in five years. I didn’t know what she meant and I’m still not sure, but I held her tightly. I felt her hot tears wetting my neck and left shoulder. She told me it was the most beautiful painting she’d ever seen and ordered me to put it on my walls – to which I obliged more than happily, haha. :D
Oh, Dominic, Dominic… what else do you have in store for me?
7th November 2010.
This week was incredibly horrible. I had an exam two days ago and now I’m studying for another, though I think I might fall asleep. I had to wake up very early and came home every day after 6PM; I even stopped drawing the curtains since I couldn’t enjoy sunshine in my room. There’s absolutely nobody who could ease my burden, I feel like I’m living on the Planet of Loneliness. Of course, Alex is still here, but we rarely meet. He’s learning, I’m learning, however, I feel like we should really watch a movie together…he’s the one owning a telly, so the ball is in his court.
Otherwise I met the woman from the neighbour house, she seems nice. Yesterday afternoon I noticed she’s not the only person living there; (I guess) her husband came home with lots of luggage. An hour later I also saw a girl around 14-15 years old and a young man in his twenties entering the house. They looked a bit weird, especially the guy, he wore a red jacket and white trousers. Oh well, if he thinks that’s a way to attract attention… whatever, it’s not my business, I don’t even know why I noticed him. I should go back to work.
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Date: 2010-12-27 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-27 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-27 10:28 pm (UTC)"which could be bigger… I had to bundle my leopard-print clothes on one shelf! That’s revolting! :-/ "
I loved that line way too much... (Guess who brought a leopard-printed skirt today? :D)
I absolutely love this fic :D I can't wait to read more!
*hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:01 am (UTC)I can't help but feel that I know this Dominic too well... *hugs*
But anyway, this is absolutely superb and I LOVE creepy!Matt :D the fact that this is my present just makes it so brilliant :3 okay I'm rambling now xD
*hugs really tight* thank you my dear, so much :3 <3
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-28 12:38 am (UTC)Now, if your new neighbour owns such a sweet little arse, I´d be obsessed too.
And I felt sad for Dom, feeling rejected :(
I liked it, it´s fresh and has this youthful air which is really nice. I´d love to read more.
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Date: 2010-12-28 01:52 am (UTC)What a neat idea you have here, and I like the journal entry idea.
Looking forward to more of this! Great start.
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Date: 2010-12-28 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-28 05:58 am (UTC)Dominic… Do-mi-nic… it sounds sacred, untouchable, superior to anybody. I became so antsy that despite the late hour, I jumped out of bed and faced the canvas. I was only half-conscious while I dipped the brush in the different paints and worked with a fervour which was unknown to me before.
That sounded familiar xD Haha, I'm just joking. Matt is quite the stalker, isn't he?
I love the suspense you've created. I can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2010-12-28 11:23 am (UTC)Keep 'em coming!
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:23 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm already in love with this! I was always a fan of things written as journals and I'm surprised I haven't seen it before! It's also nice to see Matt obsessed, for a change. ;)
I can't wait to see what's next!
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 10:47 pm (UTC)^_^ Really?! *grins*
You bought a leopard-print skirt? :D That's so awesome! I'd also like something with leopard-print, but I haven't been shopping for months. :/
I can't promise anything about the next part... you know why. Though I wrote this so easily, so I might update it next week. Keep your fingers crossed, ok?
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Date: 2010-12-29 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 10:50 pm (UTC)Hate that Dominic doesn't give a care about Matt :/ you bad boy !
LOL Dom think Matt is a superficial, typical macho guy. :P
Is this a story where Matt will totally become a stalker, and Dom ends up not liking him? and is afraid of him? oooh, i hope not !
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL noo! I didn't plan it like that! :P It will be a happy end ;)
P.S: Love your icon!
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Date: 2010-12-29 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 10:56 pm (UTC)Now, if your new neighbour owns such a sweet little arse, I´d be obsessed too.
^This made me LOLstenwholme, haha! :D
*coughs* totally inspired by my own life, especially Dom *cough*
I liked it, it´s fresh and has this youthful air which is really nice.
Thank you SO much, it means a lot! keep your fingers crossed, I might write the next part soon. :) *sends many hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-29 10:57 pm (UTC)Thank you! <3 *hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-29 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 11:00 pm (UTC)*grins and blushes*
Mwahaha, I'm glad that Matt's creepy! :D
That sounded familiar xD
Holly's fic? Or something other? I really have no idea, it must be something subconscious again!
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Date: 2010-12-29 11:02 pm (UTC)Dom, there are other adjectives besides 'weird' you will use before soon when talking about Matt I bet.
*giggles* So, so true! However, weird might first turn into something worse and only after that phase ... Okay, I need to lock my mouth. :P
Thank you!!! <3<3<3
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Date: 2010-12-29 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 11:20 pm (UTC)I was always a fan of things written as journals and I'm surprised I haven't seen it before!
I also like those, it's interesting, right? Especially characters describing the same event differently!
It's also nice to see Matt obsessed, for a change. ;)
Is Dom the usual one who's obsessed in fics? Really?
Thank you so much!!! *hugs* I have to go now and write my DomKirk one-off. xD
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Date: 2010-12-29 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 11:24 pm (UTC)Everything I usually see is Dom as the lovesick puppy and Matt being a jerk. Granted, that seems pretty spot on, but I don't doubt Matt's done some pining. ;)
YOU'RE WRITING DOMKIRK? OMG OMG.
*smiles like a crazy person*
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Date: 2010-12-29 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 11:32 pm (UTC)Actually, I don't think I have many puppy!Dom/jerk!Matt fics... my series is right the other way around. I guess I don't like seeing them as jerks, you know? Oh, but here Dom is simply not (yet) aware of his admirer. :D
I know you'd like that info, haha! xD I think it will be fun... a late Christmas one-off.
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Date: 2010-12-29 11:58 pm (UTC)I understand. (Personally, if there's a bad guy, I always make him Matt. Mwahaha.) It's funny to see how people write them differently, though.
Am I that transparent? ;) I do love the Kirky and I think he and Dom would just be the cutest thing.
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Date: 2010-12-30 10:39 am (UTC)Haha, we don't want our angelic Mr. Howard to be the bad guy. :D It differs though, from story to story. It depends how you need to portray them, what kind of characters you want etc. Especially in AU stories. Interestingly, I found them credible in many roles.
Kirky FTW! :D That guy is my hero, haha!
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Date: 2010-12-30 09:38 pm (UTC)Of course not! I think Dom can be bitchy and i hope to hell he retaliates behind closed doors, but I don't believe he could ever be outright cruel or anything, though people have done it. (To combat those who always make Dom the girl, I always make Matt a little fruitier.)
He's just so cool. And not bad to look at. And his VOICE. Have you seen this? It's adorable. :D
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Date: 2010-12-31 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-31 09:38 pm (UTC)I SEE IT, IT'S AT THE TOP OF MY F-LIST AND I CAN'T WAIT TO READ IT.
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Date: 2011-01-03 07:16 pm (UTC)Yep, you know Dom. I will probably reveal in the next part what inspired this whole fic, haha!
Believe me, I love creepy!Matt too. I should write more suspense, cuz I see fluff is not really appreciated. *le sigh*
I printed this so I can write more easily the second part, which might be posted this week if I don't have tons of homework.
*hugs, kisses *
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Date: 2011-01-14 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-14 09:52 pm (UTC)I am SO honoured that you read this story and commented on both parts! I wish my neighbour resembled Dom, I'd surely feel better. xD
Its very sensual, a bit dreamy and I definitely like that.
Oh, thank you, I'm glad you feel that! :) Thanks again!!!
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Date: 2015-12-12 11:04 pm (UTC)Oh yeah :D. I like this obsession. And I like this format very much too.
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Date: 2015-12-13 10:07 am (UTC)