But where's your heart?

[thekeyholder91]

Title: But where's your heart? Part 1. (mini-series)
Author: thekeyholder  (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Based on the following prompt on mkmeme : "teen!Matt meets teen!Dom at a *insert emo band here* show. They are both wearing girl jeans and eyeliner."
I'm so glad that I decided to write this, it was a challenge! Had the whole story settled in my head but with all the traveling I didn't have time to write; then when I started the job I was just typing and typing... :O Planned as a one-off, it turned out as a mini-series. I'm quite satisfied with this fic; dear OP and readers I hope you'll like it as well! :)
Feedback: is what I love the most (after Muse and chocolate, of course :P).
Rating: PG
Beta: the wonderful ms_belle10 who helped me making it better! Thank you!!! *hugs*

Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or My Chemical Romance but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal unless you want me to put Dracula chase you. :P

Author's note: It's 1:30AM here so there's a fair chance that sg is fucked up with the text. I realised too later that I wouldn't have time to post it tomorrow as it's my dad's birthday. Thanks to ashamedbliss who suggested Dom's username and to starlight_myth who chatted with me and kept me entertained when I was suffering with the story. :P

The title is a lyric: My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words

A sleepy pair of eyes tried to find out what time was from behind a waggish, raven black tuft which obstructed the vision of the owner’s path. After a second a little, shapely head fell back on the soft pillow returning to the sweet slumber he’d been floating in the last twenty minutes.

 

Then reality hit him with an overwhelming power.

 

Today. Concert. Best day of your life. My Chemical Romance. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

 

He abruptly turned on his back and flung away the suffocating blanket so the fresh air of morning would lap his flabby limbs. Well, he wouldn’t actually call it ‘morning’ but rather forenoon as it was eleven o’clock. He reached to the bedside table for his black and fuchsia cellphone, his long fingers quickly typing a message he’d planned previously. It read something like:

 

<<Hey dudee ima sick, got fever nshit wont go2skool 2day. ilk cal u 4homwork>>

 

He smirked at the intentional grammatical errors and abbreviations, which he otherwise hated but which in this case, confirmed his ill state. He sent the text to his desk-mate, Hannah without even a shred of guilt. He hated his classmates with fervour; okay, Hannah was pretty bearable but far from what he would call a ‘friend’. The whole class thought he was weird and couldn’t accept his introverted personality. With a little patience and love he would have opened easily, but no one took the time to find the key to Matthew Bellamy’s heart.

 

What does a teenager when he feels rejected? He fled into his own world finding solace in music, particularly in the so-called ‘emo’ music. He also wrote his own poems and song lyrics but nobody had ever seen them. Those creations would be labeled as “whiny emo shit”, he knew. It was not easy to bear the mocking of his classmates about his appearance but he was absolutely sure that he would punch their smirking faces if they made fun of his art. They could mess with him but not with his feelings that he poured into words!

 

But nothing could ruin this perfect day, he thought as he smiled contentedly to the ceiling, stretching his long, thin arms and purring during like a sated kitten. He looked down at his black t-shirt and smiled when he read My Chemical Romance; the same words reflected on each of the posters that were hanging on the walls. He was going to one of their concerts and except for his family, no one knew about it. The sweet and guilty pleasure of the secret was pumping in his veins and he jumped out of the bed, excitedly stumbling away to his desk. He turned on the computer and while it connected to the internet, he took a piss in the bathroom.

 

He checked his mails and saw that he’d received a notification email from mychemicalromance.com saying that he had a private message waiting for him in his inbox. His palms started sweating and while the forum page of his favourite band loaded he first clicked on the Tour dates > 20 March Plymouth, UK thread leaving the sweet delight of a message for later.

 

He had been a member of the forum for ten months but he didn’t post too much although he loved to read about the lives of the other members. As the page loaded, he searched for his last comment, where he asked:

 

Anyone coming to this concert? I’ve never been to Plymouth and I’d like to hook up with other MCR fans. J

 

A member called yellow_venom responded the following:

 

I live in Plymouth. If you want we could meet. See your inbox! ;)

 

Matthew grinned from ear to ear. He clicked on the small envelope on the right side of the screen and he tried to remember facts about this person. Their status was a “newbie” so there was not much info about their background, but with such a username, she must have been a girl. Finally the message showed up:

 

Hey there!

 

I read that you’re searching for a concert buddy. :P I live here in Plymouth and I’d be glad to meet with you. Where are you coming from? Where shall we meet? The gates open at 6 in the evening but we should get there at least an hour earlier.

 

Let me know if you still need my help!

 

Dom

 

“Dom?” Matthew asked it loudly. Huh, he would never have thought about that name. Nevertheless, the bloke seemed sympathetic and helpful, so he replied fast, with his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he tried to word his answer clearly. He wanted to give a good first impression.

 

Hello Dom! J

 

Thank you so much for offering your help! I get on the bus at Teignmouth and I’ll arrive in the Plymouth bus station at 4 in the afternoon.

 

Thank you again!!!

 

Matthew

 

His stomach flip-flopped in anticipation, but when he smiled, he also stifled a thought. Stop fantasizing about strangers, Matt! Instead he locked himself in the bathroom and took a hot shower, during  which he decided what to wear and how to style his hair. When he stepped into his room, he took out a t-shirt with a MCR logo and a pair of deep purple pants. He wasn’t sure about the last item because he bought it in the girl department but he considered the usual jeans+ black t-shirt attire too banal and boring. While waiting for his hair-straightener to heat up, Matt stepped to his computer and refreshed the page. A surprised chuckle left his mouth when he saw a new message from Dom. It was sent three minutes earlier.

 

Ah, good morning! :P I’ve just woken up.

 

I’ll be waiting for you in the bus station. Can’t wait to meet you!

 

 

D.

 

“Great! This guy is really decent.” Matt thought to himself. He was about to close the window when he remembered something. “Wait, I don’t even know how he looks. How will we recognize each other?!” And with a frantic expression he started typing, trusting that Dom would still be online. His hope was fulfilled:

 

Clever boy! Sorry, I’m still sleepy. :P

 

I’m 175 cm tall, skinny and I have blonde hair, wearing a MCR t-shirt. ;) You?

 

The boy gulped. This is so awkward! I should just call off this whole thing. Changing his mind he sent the basic information, and then shut down the computer and ruffled his slightly wet hair. When he finished straightening his hair, his thin but elegant lips were graced by a tiny smile as a response to the extra shininess of the lock of hair which covered his left eye. Matt fixed his coiffure with hairspray and the last step was to add a touch of cologne behind his ear and on his chest. He was on the point to leave the room when he returned to the mirror. The boy took out a black eyeliner of a drawer. He’d been dreaming about using it again… though the first time was a failure.

 

Matt had almost exited the house; he was invited to the neighbour boy’s eighteenth birthday party when his father’s serious and low voice called out from the living room:

 

“Matthew! Come here!”

 

The teenager obeyed and stood in front of his father looking at the patterned carpet.

 

“Look in my eyes!”

 

He didn’t do it. He knew what was to follow.

 

“Look at me!” his father shouted. Not waiting a second more he gripped his son’s hair painfully and lifted it roughly.

 

“You really want to get it hot?! Answer me! Isn’t it enough that you dyed your hair black now you started wearing make-up like a fucking fag?! Don’t aggravate the situation!”

 

The well-built man jogged his son violently in the bathroom’s direction.

 

“Wash it off! Don’t you ever dare putting it on or you can find yourself another family!”

 

His unduly heavy-handed parent was not at home though… he was away in a business trip for the whole weekend. With a vengeful smile the boy applied the black-eyeliner that contrasted so intensely with his cerulean eyes. He had already packed his bag the day before, he only needed to include a hoodie and he could leave the house.

 

He headed to his grandma’s house which was right next to the bus station. Matthew loved his grandmother very much; her presence in his life always soothing and if it wasn’t for her, he would have probably run away by now. She had a modern mentality and therefore she didn’t scream when her only grandson was standing in the doorway with painted eyes. Instead, she cupped his face gently and inspected him closely.

 

“It looks good on you.” She gave her final verdict with a smile. Matt blushed and mumbled a soft “thank you”. Grandma beckoned him in the kitchen and  gave him a small packet containing two sandwiches, chocolate and a bottle of water the boy hugging her gratefully. He felt that he owned so much to her. She even paid for his gig ticket!

 

“Now go, the bus should be here in 10 minutes! Have a safe trip and call me at the end of the concert!”

 

“You are the best grandma in the world! See ya!” He yelled, and then he was gone.

 

The bus arrived in time and Matt chose a seat in the back of the bus, craving a little intimacy to think things over. He saw in his head the list with indispensable items: concert ticket – check, bus tickets – check, wallet – check, ID card – check. He shifted feeling at ease when something clicked in his mind: Ouch, I forgot to buy something for Dom! After all, he couldn’t expect the boy waiting for him and accompanying him to the concert for free. I’ll buy him a drink or something.

 

* * * * *

 

In a small but cozy garret, a young man was fussing about just to pass time. He was all agog to meet Matthew, though at first he hadn’t intended to reply to his post. He was new to the forum and barely knew the members but something about the the-ZETA-parade username made him giggle. Seriously, who would chose such an odd name? While he was mustering his wardrobe, his fourteen-year old sister stepped in the room and went to his CD collection.

 

“You are supposed to knock on the door if you want to enter somebody’s personal room, aren’t you, Sandy?” quipped Dominic, his voice muffled because his head was tucked into the piles of clothes.

 

“Whatever, Dom.” She was still rummaging through his CDs when Dominic took out two t-shirts, undecided about which one would he dress in. “Hey, where is your Placebo CD?”

 

“In the laptop.” He said and motioned towards it.

 

“You already preparing for the concert? They let you in only at six, right?”

 

Dominic blushed and turned away, pretending like he was searching for something in his drawer.

 

“Err… you are right but I have to go to the bus station. I’m waiting for someone, uhm, who attends the concert.”

 

“Oooh!” Sandy stretched on her brother’s bed suddenly not in a big hurry any more. “And how did you meet this mystery person?”

 

“On the My Chemical Romance forum.”

 

“Girl or boy? How old?” Sandy was eager to hear every juicy detail.

 

“Is this an interrogation or what?” the blonde boy snorted, throwing a pillow to Sandy. That was enough to trigger off a pillow fight, leaving the siblings laughing cheerfully and pleasantly exhausted after five minutes. It also helped Dom to calm down a bit.

 

“Come, tell me what to wear tonight,” he said, poking his sister’s left arm.

 

Sandy rolled her eyes. “Well, obviously one of your MCR t-shirt. You have like hundreds.”

 

Dominic held up his two favourite pieces.

 

“The right one. It’s presumptuous.” She winked. “And match very well the yellow, skinny pants you have stolen from me.”

 

“Oh, I don’t think I should put on those. This is a bloody rock concert. Shouldn’t I wear entirely black attire?” the boy looked unsteadily in his sister’s comforting eyes.

 

“Hell, no! I like your colourful wardrobe. Hurry up, put on those clothes already!”

 

Dom tried to comprehend the fact that his little sis complimented on his fashion taste while he dressed in the indicated items. He looked at Sandy with the “How do I look?” question in his eyes.

 

“Perfect! You’re looking good, brother!” She kissed his cheek proudly and added: “You will surely seduce your concert buddy.” And when she saw that Dominic’s face is all flushed, she thought it was the right moment to get the information she wanted: “So what’s her name?”

 

Dominic turned even redder.

 

“Matthew.” He shuned to the bathroom, leaving his agape sister in the middle of the room .

 

* * * * *

 

Sandy was helping her mother in the neat kitchen and while doing so, she rattled off the facts she’d learnt a few minutes ago.

 

“But Mum, isn’t that outrageous that Dom will meet with a complete stranger? What if he’s a serial killer or an old perv?”she asked, thinking all of this information was new to her mother.

 

“Hey, don’t even try manipulating mum! I’ve already told her about my plans and she approved of them!” Dom walked in with a bag hanging loosely on his left shoulder.

 

“You did?!” Sandy asked as she looked incredulously at her smiling mother.

 

“Yes, I did, because Dominic talked about it honestly and didn’t arrange things behind my back. Besides, I saw the messages they’ve exchanged this morning and he seems inoffensive.”

 

Their mother turned to place the cake in the oven and she noticed a weird change on her son’s face.

 

“I suppose that’s not dirt under your eyes, is it?” she asked, tilting her head while Dominic concentrated on the patterns of the marble.

 

“Please, Mum, let me wear it just for this occasion!” he cried. He tried looking at her angelic fluttering his dark blonde eyelashes innocently.

 

“Hey, you borrowed my eyeliner without asking?” Sandy shouted as she realized that Dom’s source for eyeliner was her faff bag.

 

“So? You always come into my room without knocking and you steal my favourite CDs,” her brother retorted smugly.

 

“Don’t start your silly fights again!” Their mother stroked their heads and gathered her children under her protective arms. “Dom… you can leave on the eyeliner but make sure it disappears before you come home. Your father wouldn’t like it. And take a taxi otherwise you’ll let poor Matthew wait for you.”

 

Sandy looked up into her mother’s eyes: “How will Dom recognize him?”

 

“He sent me a brief description of himself.” Her brother shrugged. “He’s a bit shorter than me with blue eyes and black hair. I guess he’ll be wearing a MCR shirt.”

 

Sandy wiggled her eyebrows at Matt’s description.

 

“But darling there will probably be dozens of teenagers wearing MCR t-shirts. I hope you won’t lose sight of him,” said their mother as she frowned worriedly.

 

Sandy’s face lit up with excitement. “I have an idea!”

 

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