But where's your heart? Part 2.

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Title: But where's your heart? Part 2. (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 also helped me with the plot *hugs*
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal unless you want me to put Dracula chase you. :P

Author's note: I hope you don't find this fic long-drawn-out; I guesstimate that it will have two more parts. :P Enjoy!!!

VERY IMPORTANT!!! The lovely zoonishi will draw an image for this fic! She sent me a sample and I absolutely adore it! Can't wait to see the final artwork! Thank you so much! :D

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

Part 1: thekeyholder.livejournal.com/8113.html

 

Matthew put the remaining sandwich and chocolate back in his bag and tried to relax by closing his eyes and listening to his mp3 player. In a quarter of an hour he would be breathing the Plymouth air.

 

When the bus finally stopped, Matthew’s knees felt like butter, so limp that he had to hold onto the door when he got off of the bus. The chortling wind ruffled his hair and he closed his eyes reflexively. When the dust storm subsided, he opened his eyes carefully and shopped around.

 

He noticed a figure that matching to Dom’s description, though he wasn’t sure yet as this boy was standing with his back to him. A moment later he turned round. He was blonde and he wore a MCR t-shirt and black aviators which were so stylish. And he… he was holding a paper with  “MATTHEW :)” written on it!

 

Matthew felt as an involuntary grin spread on his face. He usually didn’t like to smile from ear to ear in public because his front teeth were crooked, but he just couldn’t hide his surprise and emotion. His legs set off without waiting for his mind’s command and his movement was caught by the vigilant eyes of the blonde. He mirrored Matt’s action and presented the black-haired teenager with the most radiant smile he’d ever seen.

 

“Matthew, right?”

 

“Yes. Hello, Dom! The cardboard is… – that’s very thoughtful of you!”

 

Dom’s smile didn’t cease to gild the beauty of the day. “Sorry about the smiley, my sister drew it when I wasn’t looking.”

 

Cheerful laughter filled the air. The boys shook their hands and they checked out their future concert buddy. Dom jumped for joy when he noticed the fine, black streaks under Matt’s perfectly blue eyes. The subject of his staring bowed his head, thinking that Dom was judging him, labelling him as a freak or gay. But his eyes opened with astonishment when he finally pegged that Dom was wearing yellow jeans… yellow? Seriously, where did he buy them? And then he noticed the brand on one of the pocket: ginger. That’s a brand only for woman!!!

 

“Matthew… “ a soft voice caressed his ears.

 

When he dared to look up at his new friend’s face the aviators were gone. Instead attentive and gently smiling greyish-green eyes locked with his, their mysterious colour was accentuated by the black eyeliner he was sporting. Matt gaped but at the glisten of the shared secret surrounded his and Dom’s eyes, a twinkle which could not be described but which would never fade in either boys’ heart.

 

“I suppose you must be hungry. Come, let’s grab something! There’s a good place within walking distance.”

 

Matt nodded. “Good idea. Drinks on me!” Dominic refused the offer but Matt continued: “No objections! You were kind enough to bother and wait for me so I owe you.”

 

While sat, eating their late lunch, the two teenagers learnt more about each other; though he was usually very shy, Matt was the first one to start a conversation.

“Err… Dom? You’re still at school, right? You answered my e-mail in the morning and normally you shouldn’t have been home.”

 

“Yes, I’m seventeen. I still have a year. But my mum is very understanding and she let me stay at home today to rest and prepare for the concert. What about you?”

“I’m sixteen years old. Well, turning seventeen in three months.” Matthew squared his shoulders proudly. “Unfortunately, my school and teachers suck so I had to make up a story about this awful cold I came down with.” He giggled mischievously while Dom noticed how ducky and cute he looked.

Dom wanted to tell Matt how charming he found him but instead he just said:

“I like the way you style your hair, Matthew.” The shy boy chocked on his drink and mumbled a low “thank you”.

 

“I do it myself. I use a… err, straightening iron.” Oh god, maybe I shouldn’t have said that!

 

“Really? So that’s why it’s so shiny! I borrowed my sister’s straightening iron a few times but it didn’t  work for me.” Dom rolled his eyes.

 

“But you shouldn’t have even tried it! You’re lucky to have a hair like this; you don’t even have to brush it; it stays too perfectly and it looks so soft,” Matt said.

 

Dom laughed heartily.

 

“Want to touch it?” he tilted his head in Matt’s direction and smiled contentedly when he felt long fingers brushing delicately through his blonde locks. He almost moaned  with displeasure when Matt finished his delicious stroking. Dom, you idiot! Don’t see more than it really is!

 

“It’s time to go to the Pavilion. Are you ready to rock out, Matthew?”

 

“Hell, YES!” yelled Matt in a voice more excited than usual.

 

Dominic giggled and highfived his new mate. “We’ll be there in a few minutes, and we’ll pass a beautiful park on our way.” The blonde youngster took a camera out of his bag and put the strap behind his neck.

 

“Nice camera!” Matt whistled appreciatively.

 

“Ah, I wish it was mine! My friend, Tom, let me borrow it! He calls it ‘the apple of his eyes’ and I bet he’d kill me if something happened to it, so we should endeavour finding a spot where people aren’t bouncing like lunatics.”

 

Matt nodded in agreement and took in the serenity of the park. He saw a fountain, hurried towards it and watched in silent admiration as mermaids, nymphs and other mythical, aquatic creatures spat the  trickling water. Dom never thought of himself as an artistic soul, but he saw the magic of the moment. It might only happen once with you; some people never even experience it. It was that rare moment when time froze and everything in the universe aligned to make a moment perfect.

 

Dom turned on the camera and focused on the diaphanous glow which enveloped Matthew’s chiselled features, the raven-haired boy not even noticing he was being photographed. I am the first man to take a photo of an angel. If I would die now, I would be happy.  He checked the pic on the display screen and no doubt, this was an artistic image filled with emotion.

 

The mellow and silken afternoon light poured onto the gathering crowds of jolly My Chemical Romance fans as Matt and Dom joined them. They passed the remaining time by talking to each other and the people around, guessing the possible setlist and wondering if they would have their best evening of 2007 at one of the concerts from The Black Parade Tour.

 

“I heard that they tend to sing mostly songs from their new album, which is a masterpiece, don’t get me wrong. But tonight I’d like to hear one of their old songs even if it’s the only old piece they perform.”

 

Matthew looked confusedly at the slightly taller blonde. “And which song is that?”

 

“I can’t tell you yet. If they play it I will let you know, Matthew.” Dom smiled mysteriously.

 

“Pfff, you’re such a tease! And by the way, you can call me Matt. I mean if you want to… it’s shorter.”

 

“Matt…” Dominic pressed onto the final ‘t’-s savouring the aroma of the new name.

 

The intimate moment was interrupted by the arrival of well-built body-guards with steely glances that surveyed the crowd while opening the barriers. The boys looked away in opposite directions as they moved on step by step.

 

At first things went smoothly, but eventually people from the back got impatient and started pushing. Matthew was seized by panic when Dominic had suddenly disappeared from his right side. He looked in each direction, breathing heavily but all he could see were mean faces on people that didn’t care about the growing sombre illness inside him. Fear invaded his veins and he almost collapsed when a reassuringly warm hand touched his shuddering forearm. It was Dom. The two boys heaved a sigh of relief simultaneously.

 

“Oh, Dom! I though… thought I lost you!” Matthew breathed weakly.

 

“Me too… Jesus, Matt, you’re trembling!” He put his arm around Matthew’s shoulder  and offered his support. “I’ll lead you through this critical area and then we’ll find a calm place, okay?” His confidence calmed the thin boy, and though Dom was concerned, he had to be strong. They reached an airy hall and Matthew leaned against the wall. The blonde gave him a handkerchief and a bottle of cool water. Matt came to his senses and smiled weakly at his “saviour.”

 

“Sorry for ruining your evening. I’m a pain in your ass, I know,” said Matt as his upper lip trembled.

 

“Oh, don’t be silly! ‘s nothing. When did you have your first panic attack?”

 

“Two years ago. But how did you know?” Matt asked curiously while he composed himself and went in the direction of the main entrance.

 

“My sister had them often after she was stuck in an elevator for fifty minutes. Alone. It was such a difficult period in our lives. Poor Sandy had sudden panic attacks at home, at school, or even in the streets.  But after we asked the help of a specialist, she learnt how to control her angst thanks to a type of psychotherapy.”

 

Matt drank in Dom’s words listening with an inquisitive look, as they were waiting in front of the last, but still closed gate. “It’s good to hear that she got over it. I went through the same thing, I was given medication as well, but writing helped me the most.” The thin boy’s voice lowered. “Though sometimes I relapse… “

 

Dominic frowned empathetically. “Do you know what caused all this… upset?”

 

Matthew nodded while looking at the blonde boy standing beside him. He knew he could trust him from the first moment he’d set his eyes on him.

 

“Two years ago my mum decided to leave us… One morning I woke up, and instead of finding my smiling mother in the kitchen, a grave letter was waiting for me on the table in the living room. I don’t know if the emptiness she caused could be ever erased. I passed out in the middle of the room. Dad found me there few hours later… it was a hard hit for the whole family,” Matthew confessed in a detached voice, but Dom knew that under the cold surface laid a lot of pain and bitterness.

 

The shocking information staggered him so deeply that he couldn’t word any comforting reassurance. Instead, he put his warm hand on Matthew’s shoulder and rubbed subtly, while looking down in embarrassment at his inability to soothe his new friend. A few moments later, Matthew put his lukewarm hand on Dominic’s hand and squeezed it lightly, silently thanking him for his invaluable support.

 

Is it possible to interlock your soul with a “stranger’s” after such a short time? My own mother never understood my needs, and here I am opening my heart to Dom… his presence means so much to me, and I talk to him like I would talk to myself. Maybe the emptiness can be filled. I found the last piece of the puzzle. And even if it hurts physically, I must release his hand. The absence of his hold is as painful for me as it is for him, but I will always cherish those moments of gratification.

 

The ringing of Dominic’s phone pepped up both boys from their suave day-dreaming.

 

“Hello, Mum!” Dom greeted his mother while he took a step back. Matthew could still hear his whispered answers which only made him blush even more.

 

“Yes, he arrived safely… we went and ate, then came here to the Pavilion. No, no, he’s really nice! Yes, we get along very well.” The boy paused, he was probably listening to his mother. As he turned back to Matt, his smile grew wider and wider with each of his mother’s words. He scanned Matthew’s face while saying: “I’ll ask him and I’ll call you back, okay?”

 

Matthew couldn’t imagine what would Dom need to discuss with him, and he didn’t find any hints in his mysterious eyes either.

 

“So, mum had this great idea. She asks if you want to stay over at us for the night.” The blonde teenager’s voice became more and more excited. “Imagine, it would be so cool. We could talk every detail of the concert, enjoy together the post-gig euphoria… and… just spend a little more time together.”

 

Matthew’s sadness evaporated in a moment like tiny raindrops touched by hot sunrays. He was surprised by the kind offer since Dom’s mother hadn’t even met him. Though rare, there still are warm-hearted persons. Our world is not lost yet!

 

Matt expressed his infinite thankfulness, but he said that he also had to ask for his grandma’s permission. The signs of jumpiness started showing up on his face and he also bit his nails as he was talking on the phone. Dominic prayed that the old lady would give her consent, however all his hope was gone when he gazed Matt’s face after the telephone conversation.

 

“She won’t let you?” Dom inhaled sharply, trying to hide his disappointment. Matthew nodded, and lowered his eyes. But after a second he suddenly burst out laughing.

 

“Ha ha, you’ve fallen for it, you’ve fallen for it!” screamed the raven-haired boy followed by his bewitching giggles. “Granny was happy to hear that I hit it off with you, and she gladly let me stay provided I’ll be home by tomorrow afternoon.”

 

“Excellent! I’ll call mum to tell her the good news,” Dom smiled enthusiastically, “but I should punish you for tricking me, young man!” He wagged his finger at Matt playfully. That made the dark-haired boy laugh even louder, Dominic mirroring him and ruffling Matt’s hair. A few minutes later, when Dom had already informed his mother about his concert buddy’s decision, the huge gates flung open and the mass of people streamed in blatantly.

 

The blonde boy goggled his eyes at the numerous persons before them, and huffed resignedly. “We will never ever get in the first rows.”

 

“Don’t be so sure about it!” Matt  winked impishly while grabbing Dom’s arm. He sleekly navigated through the other youngsters dragging the amazed blonde with him, closer and closer to the stage. Lots of apologies left their mouths, Matt even used his elbows, but always smiled innocently whenever somebody wanted to snap at him. His efforts weren’t useless as they soon found themselves in the third row ten minutes before the concert started.

 

“Matt… have we flown or something?! How did you get us here?” Dominic asked as he looked around, his eyes and voice coloured by admiration and wonder. “And to top it all, Gerard  Way will be singing right in front us! Oh my God!”

 

“Don’t forget to breathe, Dom!” Matt laughed cheekily though his pulse was well over 100 per minute too. The girl who was standing in front of Dom decided to move to a row in the back, giving Dom the incredibly lucky opportunity to be even closer to his idols. But the blonde boy, instead of stepping forward, said the following:

 

“Matt, come here! Quick!” He took hold of the teenager’s right shoulder and dragged the other boy gently in front of him.

 

“But … but Dom, this should be your place! Why did you let me have it?” Matt asked dumbfounded. “Let’s switch positions!”

 

“Far from it! You’re smaller than me, so this way I can protect you partly from the aggressive pushing of the crowd. Plus, you’re not blocking my vision either.” Dom winked affably.

 

“I… I’m so happy that we met, Dom! I really am.” Matt’s crystal eyes glowed with genuine gratitude before his dark lashes sheepishly covered them.

 

“Me too…” Dom whispered back as the lights went out. From behind the sumptuous black curtain, a skinny figure dressed in a hospital nightgown came out in a wheelchair, singing the opening notes of the song ‘The end’. The crowd went crazy at the sight of the famous singer, everybody pushing with their bodies to gain a better place.

 

For Matt, everything had disappeared in the moment his hero hit the stage. His eyes were focused on the platinum-head musician and he didn’t hear the noise around him. It was like a private conversation with Gerard Way, and he didn’t want to miss anything. Suddenly this feeling became overwhelming, therefore he slowly slipped back to reality and looked around him in wonder.

 

The singer ripped off the thin shirt revealing his black costume while the other members of the band joined him on the stage, wearing the same attire. Am I dreaming? Don’t  be silly, Matt, you must be watching a video on youtube!

 

But when Matt’s eyes met with Dom’s shiny orbs, he knew that everything around him was real. He was anchored in reality even though it was more beautiful than any of his dreams.

 

Comments

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

LOL , I guess you liked it! :D I will work hard to finish all my stuff before uni starts.

Thank you so much! <3

[dolce-piccante.livejournal.com]

of course i liked it! :D