Written (4/?)
Title: Written (4/?)
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: none in this either, just some alcohol and some kissing
Summary: based on a quite popular AU around tumblr, where you get the first words your soulmate says to you tattooed on your body.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, or the idea of this AU. It's all fiction ^-^
Author's note: so, this is Matt's POV, as I had said I would make! if it got you confused or like "wtf is this here", the whole thing with the Jamie kid tends to be expanded; it was a pretext to talk about something else, actually. reviews are welcome and I hope you all enjoy it <3 (also I'm sorry I took so long, school is literally killing me slowly)
The day I got my words was pretty much like any other. I woke up in a rainy Sunday morning, I had no intention of getting up at all, but the itch told me something I've been waiting for happened. I didn’t even bother to put actual clothes on to walk up to the mirror and inspect the place where the itch was located. I stayed in front of the mirror looking at the lower part of my back, where there were now the expected black marks.
The view of that round and almost childlike writing spelling the words "Right, thanks" got me both agitated and disappointed. I was in that group of people that got the random words and it would make any search for my soulmate almost useless; but I have to admit it that a little spark of hope appeared every time someone thanked me for anything.
--
-- Whose party is it, anyway? -- I asked while we were already heading to the house were this party was supposed to happen. I never was much of a party person, but tonight deserved celebration.
-- Oh, I don't know. -- Jamie answered. Jamie was my colleague in Music class that luckily was accepted in the same music academy as me. We were both heading there next year, and we couldn't be happier. -- Who cares anyway, Matty? We're here! -- he threw his arms around my shoulders and guided me to the house with lazy steps. Less than 5 minutes after we got there and there were already drinks in our hands and smiles plastered in our faces.
We had a possibly bad habit of drinking an awful lot when we hang out, but ended up having to “behave well” for being in a place where everyone would know us; but not today. While some bits of the party passed so quickly I could barely remember, others were as clear as water, such as the moment Jamie held me by my hips and kissed my neck. I was quite aware of his intentions in that party from the moment he invited me, but I couldn’t say I mind. He was a good looking fella, and who was I to deny it?
Other moment that I was able to remember was when another bloke stood staring at me and Jamie while we were making out in the front of the bathroom. I caught the sight of him with his long Kurt Cobain wannabe blond hair when he passed by us right after some girl; my eyes followed him until he stood still quite near us. His eyes were too focused on the words I knew he was trying to read, too distracted to notice I was looking back at him while Jamie had locked his lips on my collarbone. And I wish I could’ve talked to that more-than-Jamie good looking fella, but I couldn’t concentrate for long on him, not while Jamie was dragging me to the bathroom with such rush.
--
Monday morning and my head still felt like it was going to explode; this was a definitely extended hangover from Saturday. Jamie tried to call me during the whole Sunday, but I wouldn’t pick up. I wouldn’t get attached to him, and I couldn’t let him get attached to me.
I combed my hair in a few seconds before heading to school, despite the absolute ache in my mind. One of the first things I saw was the Kurt Cobain wannabe talking to another tall guy in the front of the school. I looked at him briefly before his eyes shot back at me, and I had to look away. I had tried to forget the look on his face when he was in trance looking at my words, or at my body, but it was the first thing that came to mind when I saw him. The next thing I saw was Jamie coming in my way, with his backpack lazily hung on one shoulder and a broad smile on his face.
-- Matty! What happened to you yesterday? - he hugged me and I looped one of my arms around his shoulders, detached from that particular moment. - I called you a thousand times, I want to talk to you about the party. - he looked hopefully at me, and had his answer with my blasé stare.
-- Yeah, about all that… It was… not much. I mean, not you, you were great, don’t get me wrong… -- I trailed off trying to explain myself, after all, I didn’t mean to hurt him. - I just… have no interest in going any further than that. It’s not my thing.
He looked away for a while, probably processing the words. Relationships really weren’t for me, since I had given up on finding my soulmate. I wasn’t really interested in being with anyone if it wasn’t for him, the one that I was supposed to be with. I had grown accustomed to not nurturing deeper feelings for anyone after all the times I’ve been let down. This with Jamie wouldn’t be an exception; after all, I wasn’t his soulmate, he wasn’t mine, and I wouldn’t waste my time again. Was that too harsh?
-- Well… If that’s what you want, I don’t think… I can argue? You see pretty strong on that.
-- I am… Sorry, Jamie. - he shrugged, but didn’t say a word before walking away. I saw him running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath as went to his classroom. I don’t think I would be seeing anymore from him for a while.
--
Weeks later and Jamie hadn’t still got around talking to me. I wouldn’t be the one to push any kind of conversation; apparently my rejection had a deeper effect in him than I thought it would. As it was my usual, I skipped my Physics class to smoke some cigarettes near the bike sheds. I was as quiet as I always was, taking the delicious drags in and holding them before blowing the thin line of smoke out of my mouth, when I heard someone coming out of the little door I had surely closed after I went out. I curled myself
behind the wall until I could be sure it wasn’t someone that could get me in trouble.
-- Now tell me. - I heard a male voice saying and a very calm tone. He was followed by another male voice, probably not as deep as the first one, and certainly not as calm. I couldn’t risk peeking out to see who they were, after all, I was now curious to hear what that conversation was going to be about. Furthermore, my cigarette was still lit between my fingers.
I sat in the ground during the whole conversation, while one told another about his “un-straight thoughts” about another bloke he met in a party. I grasped the names Chris and Dom from that conversation, Chris being the calm bloke and Dom the poor confused one, but the names were foreign to me. I started to think about how this guy looked like and who he met at that party that got him so obviously flustered. I remember when I was in that place, trying to come to terms with myself and accept that I wasn’t made to like women, even though this one seemed to like women just fine as well.
I got up to leave after my fag was out and I heard the two boys also going away with their laughs following them. I guess I wouldn’t know who they were for a while, but that was quite an interesting moment for me.
--
“The band Gothic Plague is in need of a guitarist. Are you the one we need? Come to our auditions!
Chris Wolstenholme plays the bass and Dominic Howard plays the drums. We might also need a singer.”
The lone paper hanging from that poorly written ad had the address of what was, probably, one of their houses. I looked at the paper for a while, considering if I should apply to that spot; I was pretty good guitarist myself, and the classical music they constantly made us play in school was getting in my nerves, even if I was a lover of the classics myself. Gothic Plague certainly didn’t sound like classical music.
When I re-read it, a bell ringed in my mind. Chris and Dom, from the other day outside the school. I had been thinking about those two for quite a while, trying to figure out who they were by decoding the voices in the hallway, but I seemed to never be near them. Maybe, it was just the thought of an unknown not-straight boy in the school that got me so focused on that, but I’d rather admit to myself that it was just pure curiosity. This was my chance. I shook my head determined and got the last paper, putting it in my pocket. Even if I didn’t get though the auditions, at least I would get all the unsettling thoughts solved.
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: none in this either, just some alcohol and some kissing
Summary: based on a quite popular AU around tumblr, where you get the first words your soulmate says to you tattooed on your body.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, or the idea of this AU. It's all fiction ^-^
Author's note: so, this is Matt's POV, as I had said I would make! if it got you confused or like "wtf is this here", the whole thing with the Jamie kid tends to be expanded; it was a pretext to talk about something else, actually. reviews are welcome and I hope you all enjoy it <3 (also I'm sorry I took so long, school is literally killing me slowly)
The day I got my words was pretty much like any other. I woke up in a rainy Sunday morning, I had no intention of getting up at all, but the itch told me something I've been waiting for happened. I didn’t even bother to put actual clothes on to walk up to the mirror and inspect the place where the itch was located. I stayed in front of the mirror looking at the lower part of my back, where there were now the expected black marks.
The view of that round and almost childlike writing spelling the words "Right, thanks" got me both agitated and disappointed. I was in that group of people that got the random words and it would make any search for my soulmate almost useless; but I have to admit it that a little spark of hope appeared every time someone thanked me for anything.
--
-- Whose party is it, anyway? -- I asked while we were already heading to the house were this party was supposed to happen. I never was much of a party person, but tonight deserved celebration.
-- Oh, I don't know. -- Jamie answered. Jamie was my colleague in Music class that luckily was accepted in the same music academy as me. We were both heading there next year, and we couldn't be happier. -- Who cares anyway, Matty? We're here! -- he threw his arms around my shoulders and guided me to the house with lazy steps. Less than 5 minutes after we got there and there were already drinks in our hands and smiles plastered in our faces.
We had a possibly bad habit of drinking an awful lot when we hang out, but ended up having to “behave well” for being in a place where everyone would know us; but not today. While some bits of the party passed so quickly I could barely remember, others were as clear as water, such as the moment Jamie held me by my hips and kissed my neck. I was quite aware of his intentions in that party from the moment he invited me, but I couldn’t say I mind. He was a good looking fella, and who was I to deny it?
Other moment that I was able to remember was when another bloke stood staring at me and Jamie while we were making out in the front of the bathroom. I caught the sight of him with his long Kurt Cobain wannabe blond hair when he passed by us right after some girl; my eyes followed him until he stood still quite near us. His eyes were too focused on the words I knew he was trying to read, too distracted to notice I was looking back at him while Jamie had locked his lips on my collarbone. And I wish I could’ve talked to that more-than-Jamie good looking fella, but I couldn’t concentrate for long on him, not while Jamie was dragging me to the bathroom with such rush.
--
Monday morning and my head still felt like it was going to explode; this was a definitely extended hangover from Saturday. Jamie tried to call me during the whole Sunday, but I wouldn’t pick up. I wouldn’t get attached to him, and I couldn’t let him get attached to me.
I combed my hair in a few seconds before heading to school, despite the absolute ache in my mind. One of the first things I saw was the Kurt Cobain wannabe talking to another tall guy in the front of the school. I looked at him briefly before his eyes shot back at me, and I had to look away. I had tried to forget the look on his face when he was in trance looking at my words, or at my body, but it was the first thing that came to mind when I saw him. The next thing I saw was Jamie coming in my way, with his backpack lazily hung on one shoulder and a broad smile on his face.
-- Matty! What happened to you yesterday? - he hugged me and I looped one of my arms around his shoulders, detached from that particular moment. - I called you a thousand times, I want to talk to you about the party. - he looked hopefully at me, and had his answer with my blasé stare.
-- Yeah, about all that… It was… not much. I mean, not you, you were great, don’t get me wrong… -- I trailed off trying to explain myself, after all, I didn’t mean to hurt him. - I just… have no interest in going any further than that. It’s not my thing.
He looked away for a while, probably processing the words. Relationships really weren’t for me, since I had given up on finding my soulmate. I wasn’t really interested in being with anyone if it wasn’t for him, the one that I was supposed to be with. I had grown accustomed to not nurturing deeper feelings for anyone after all the times I’ve been let down. This with Jamie wouldn’t be an exception; after all, I wasn’t his soulmate, he wasn’t mine, and I wouldn’t waste my time again. Was that too harsh?
-- Well… If that’s what you want, I don’t think… I can argue? You see pretty strong on that.
-- I am… Sorry, Jamie. - he shrugged, but didn’t say a word before walking away. I saw him running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath as went to his classroom. I don’t think I would be seeing anymore from him for a while.
--
Weeks later and Jamie hadn’t still got around talking to me. I wouldn’t be the one to push any kind of conversation; apparently my rejection had a deeper effect in him than I thought it would. As it was my usual, I skipped my Physics class to smoke some cigarettes near the bike sheds. I was as quiet as I always was, taking the delicious drags in and holding them before blowing the thin line of smoke out of my mouth, when I heard someone coming out of the little door I had surely closed after I went out. I curled myself
behind the wall until I could be sure it wasn’t someone that could get me in trouble.
-- Now tell me. - I heard a male voice saying and a very calm tone. He was followed by another male voice, probably not as deep as the first one, and certainly not as calm. I couldn’t risk peeking out to see who they were, after all, I was now curious to hear what that conversation was going to be about. Furthermore, my cigarette was still lit between my fingers.
I sat in the ground during the whole conversation, while one told another about his “un-straight thoughts” about another bloke he met in a party. I grasped the names Chris and Dom from that conversation, Chris being the calm bloke and Dom the poor confused one, but the names were foreign to me. I started to think about how this guy looked like and who he met at that party that got him so obviously flustered. I remember when I was in that place, trying to come to terms with myself and accept that I wasn’t made to like women, even though this one seemed to like women just fine as well.
I got up to leave after my fag was out and I heard the two boys also going away with their laughs following them. I guess I wouldn’t know who they were for a while, but that was quite an interesting moment for me.
--
“The band Gothic Plague is in need of a guitarist. Are you the one we need? Come to our auditions!
Chris Wolstenholme plays the bass and Dominic Howard plays the drums. We might also need a singer.”
The lone paper hanging from that poorly written ad had the address of what was, probably, one of their houses. I looked at the paper for a while, considering if I should apply to that spot; I was pretty good guitarist myself, and the classical music they constantly made us play in school was getting in my nerves, even if I was a lover of the classics myself. Gothic Plague certainly didn’t sound like classical music.
When I re-read it, a bell ringed in my mind. Chris and Dom, from the other day outside the school. I had been thinking about those two for quite a while, trying to figure out who they were by decoding the voices in the hallway, but I seemed to never be near them. Maybe, it was just the thought of an unknown not-straight boy in the school that got me so focused on that, but I’d rather admit to myself that it was just pure curiosity. This was my chance. I shook my head determined and got the last paper, putting it in my pocket. Even if I didn’t get though the auditions, at least I would get all the unsettling thoughts solved.