I Only Dream of You, My Beautiful, 2/10
So here's chapter two. I hope you all enjoy it. It didn't turn out anything how I expected it would, but I'm proud of it nonetheless.
Summary: Dom moves to Teignmouth and befriends Chris, and later finds romance in Matthew.
- I do not own Muse, and I am nearly 100% sure this never happened.
“You sure you know where to go?”
“Chris, shut up. You sound like my mom. I think I can manage to find my way to class.”
“Didn’t seem that way earlier when I could see you wandering around through my history room window.”
“Oh, sod off. I’ll find it this time.”
“Fine. Where do you want to meet after class?”
“Your locker will be fine,” I say, already walking away.
“Don’t get lost!” Chris smiles and turns to go to his class (biology?) but not before I punch his arm, stretching just far enough to reach.
I begin walking down the halls. Slowly the crowds shrink as other students go to their assigned classes. I’m reading the numbers on every door, probably looking like an idiot, and then I finally find the one I want. “I did it,” I mutter to myself with a grin as I walk into my English class.
“What did you do?"
I turn around to see a short brunette following me into the room. I clear my throat, a little embarrassed that he heard me. “I made it to class. I couldn’t find my last block.”
“Ha! Nice. Oh well. I’ll assume it’s your first day, as I’ve never seen you before, so I will only bother you a little,” he says with a large smile. “What’s your name then?”
“Dom.” I say as I take a seat next to him. I wait for him to tell me his name, but he never does. I start to ask him what it is, but the teacher walks in and begins explaining his expectancies of the semester and what we’ll be studying.
After a few minutes of pretending to pay attention to the teacher, the nameless boy next to me starts talking again.
“So, Dom, where’re you from?”
I lean closer to him, slinking into my seat and mumbling. “Stockport. I moved here about a week ago.”
“Cool. I’ve been there,” he says rubbing the back of his neck. “So, I’m having a party on Friday, you should come. You look like the party type, and it’ll give you a chance to make some friends. Consider it a welcome gift from me.”
“Yeah, cool. I’ll definitely be there, just name the place and time.” The still nameless boy and I exchange numbers, quickly scribbling on pieces of paper in our binders.
“Have you met anyone yet, except for me of course?”
“Tom, would you please stop talking?” The teacher whines in my direction, probably meant for the guy next to me. So his name is Tom. “And you.” I look up. “What’s your name?”
“Dom,” I reply quietly. I hate being called upon by teachers.
“Yes, well you too, be quiet.”
A couple people laugh and turn back to their little conversations. For some reason Tom and I are the only ones to ever get caught. Wanker of a teacher we've got.
After class I turn down the hall to find Chris’ locker and Tom runs after me. “Where are you going?
“Oh, I told my friend I’d meet him at his locker.”
“Your friend? You work fast. You’re going to be like, the most popular guy in school by the end of the week.”
“I doubt that. I live next to him, so I had time to build a relationship. Maybe you know him, his name’s Chris”
Tom laughs for a second. “Wolstenholme?”
“Is he the only Chris in school or are you just really good at guessing?” I ask a little surprised.
“Haha, that loser? No, I just happen to know that the house next to his was available.”
“I wouldn’t really call him a loser. He’s quite nice,” I say, standing up for the only true friend I’ve made. What would make Tom call him a loser?
“No, I was kidding,” he says pushing me over. “We’re great friends. I’ve probably known him since I was nine or ten. No, I was ten, he was nine. I’ve learned to avoid his house though. You must have it hard living right next to him. Those girls are very persistent little stalkers.
“I think they’re cute. They have no chance with me, but they can still tr-”
“BOO!” Chris shouts as he jumps on top of Tom and I, knocking us to the floor.
“Really Chris? Again?”
“Sorry, it’s just your faces. You should have seen your faces. Did you hear the sound you made? It was all like ‘Augh.’” He laughs out. “Priceless.”
I stand up, pulling down my shirt. “These clothes are new you know. No one messes with my clothes.”
“Relax, you look fine, except the rip in your sleeve, and your hair’s messed up.” Tom says.
Rip! What? I have a rip in my shirt! It’s my favourite, new leopard print button up. I look at both my arms and see that they're completely normal. I slap Tom. “Not funny,” I growl. My friends in Stockport always made fun of me for my obsession with clothes, and that was one thing I was happy to be leaving behind, but it seems to have stuck.
Tom holds up his hands. “Sorry, though your hair really is a mess.” He says while he brushes some strands of my hair back into place.
I smile warmly. “Thank you."
“You guys wanna come over after school?” Chris asks, bouncing up and down. He’s got a lot of energy.
“Calm down. There’s no way I’m going to your house. You know what your sisters do to me. How about we go to Dom’s? No, that’s still too close to the devils… How about my place then?” Tom suggests while putting his hands on Chris’ shoulders. “Chris! Stop bouncing. Do you have something to say? Do you have to pee?”
“Sorry, I’m just a little nervous. You see that girl over there?” He says pointing to a short, slim brunette standing with her friends.
“Which one? There’s like, three girls.” Tom asks.
“Kelly.” After I look at him with a puzzled expression he gives a little more detail. “The girl in the purple dress. I’m going to ask her out. I was told we have foods together, so I’m going to try and talk there.”
“She’s pretty.” I say with a small smile. “I hope she says yes.”
“You should invite her to Friday’s party.”
“I was already planning to.” Right as he's speaking the bell rings. He grabs his backpack and spins around. “Wish me luck.” He crosses his fingers in front of his face and nervously smiles.
“What class do you have next?” Tom asks.
“Art.” I smile. “My favourite.”
“Cool, me too. I’ll show you the way.”
---
After art I make my way to music with Chris while Tom goes to photography, and then I go to writing. This school has five block days; my last one only had four. After a long first day of school I call home to tell my dad that I’m going to my new friend Tom’s house. Normally I’d be forced to go home and do my school work, but it’s the first day, so I have virtually no work. And I’ve already been making friends, so he let’s me go.
We walk for twenty minutes before we get to a nice house built right on the waterway. “Nice place.”
“Thanks. It took a while to build, but it’s been finished for a couple years now. Now, in this lovely mansion, you will find no pesky kids, and you’ll almost never find an adult. My parents are busy, and I’m an only child. My life is heaven.”
“I’m the only one in my house too. My brother moved out four years ago, so it’s just me and my always-around parents.”
“You’re welcome here anytime. I love company.”
I look around the large building. The walls are lined with paintings and photographs, and the floors are covered in statues, plants and beautiful rugs. There’s a really big flat screen telly built into a wall, and a massive couch surrounding it. It looks like the house was built for millionaires.
“Are you rich or something?”
“No, my parents just saved every penny for a long time. They’re a little older than most parents of someone my age. We didn’t buy everything in here either. The photography is all mine, and a couple paintings as well.”
“These are your pictures?” I repeat in astonishment. “You’re a great photographer, you should make a business of this. you’d make great money.”
Tom blushes a little and then quickly perks up. “Chris!”
He jumps and looks at Tom, wide eyed like a dear in headlights. Or an Englishman who's been called Welsh for the first time. “What?”
“You never told us about Kelly. How’d it go?”
“Oh prey, do tell,” I say with a large grin, eager to find out what happened.
“Ok, so she was sitting at a counter, finishing her safety test. I hate those things; they’re the same every year. I went and joined a seat next to her, because I had already finished mine. She went to hand it in, and when she came back we started a casual conversation, to get things going. I was really nervous, and she could tell, so she asked what was wrong. I of course tell her that nothing is wrong, and then I start rambling about stupid things, trying to build up for ‘the question.’ I didn’t even get to ask her out.”
“Awe, it’s ok. You can try again tomorrow.”
Chris suddenly flashes the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, ridding himself of his bluff. “But we also had Math together.”
“Nice! So…what did she say?”
“Obviously she said yes, otherwise he wouldn’t be smiling. Silly Tom.”
“Right. I knew that.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon watching Classic Doctor Who, mostly the fifth Doctor, and planning for the party. I already feel almost as close to Chris and Tom as I did with my old friends. I’m going to have a great year, I can tell.
Summary: Dom moves to Teignmouth and befriends Chris, and later finds romance in Matthew.
- I do not own Muse, and I am nearly 100% sure this never happened.
“You sure you know where to go?”
“Chris, shut up. You sound like my mom. I think I can manage to find my way to class.”
“Didn’t seem that way earlier when I could see you wandering around through my history room window.”
“Oh, sod off. I’ll find it this time.”
“Fine. Where do you want to meet after class?”
“Your locker will be fine,” I say, already walking away.
“Don’t get lost!” Chris smiles and turns to go to his class (biology?) but not before I punch his arm, stretching just far enough to reach.
I begin walking down the halls. Slowly the crowds shrink as other students go to their assigned classes. I’m reading the numbers on every door, probably looking like an idiot, and then I finally find the one I want. “I did it,” I mutter to myself with a grin as I walk into my English class.
“What did you do?"
I turn around to see a short brunette following me into the room. I clear my throat, a little embarrassed that he heard me. “I made it to class. I couldn’t find my last block.”
“Ha! Nice. Oh well. I’ll assume it’s your first day, as I’ve never seen you before, so I will only bother you a little,” he says with a large smile. “What’s your name then?”
“Dom.” I say as I take a seat next to him. I wait for him to tell me his name, but he never does. I start to ask him what it is, but the teacher walks in and begins explaining his expectancies of the semester and what we’ll be studying.
After a few minutes of pretending to pay attention to the teacher, the nameless boy next to me starts talking again.
“So, Dom, where’re you from?”
I lean closer to him, slinking into my seat and mumbling. “Stockport. I moved here about a week ago.”
“Cool. I’ve been there,” he says rubbing the back of his neck. “So, I’m having a party on Friday, you should come. You look like the party type, and it’ll give you a chance to make some friends. Consider it a welcome gift from me.”
“Yeah, cool. I’ll definitely be there, just name the place and time.” The still nameless boy and I exchange numbers, quickly scribbling on pieces of paper in our binders.
“Have you met anyone yet, except for me of course?”
“Tom, would you please stop talking?” The teacher whines in my direction, probably meant for the guy next to me. So his name is Tom. “And you.” I look up. “What’s your name?”
“Dom,” I reply quietly. I hate being called upon by teachers.
“Yes, well you too, be quiet.”
A couple people laugh and turn back to their little conversations. For some reason Tom and I are the only ones to ever get caught. Wanker of a teacher we've got.
After class I turn down the hall to find Chris’ locker and Tom runs after me. “Where are you going?
“Oh, I told my friend I’d meet him at his locker.”
“Your friend? You work fast. You’re going to be like, the most popular guy in school by the end of the week.”
“I doubt that. I live next to him, so I had time to build a relationship. Maybe you know him, his name’s Chris”
Tom laughs for a second. “Wolstenholme?”
“Is he the only Chris in school or are you just really good at guessing?” I ask a little surprised.
“Haha, that loser? No, I just happen to know that the house next to his was available.”
“I wouldn’t really call him a loser. He’s quite nice,” I say, standing up for the only true friend I’ve made. What would make Tom call him a loser?
“No, I was kidding,” he says pushing me over. “We’re great friends. I’ve probably known him since I was nine or ten. No, I was ten, he was nine. I’ve learned to avoid his house though. You must have it hard living right next to him. Those girls are very persistent little stalkers.
“I think they’re cute. They have no chance with me, but they can still tr-”
“BOO!” Chris shouts as he jumps on top of Tom and I, knocking us to the floor.
“Really Chris? Again?”
“Sorry, it’s just your faces. You should have seen your faces. Did you hear the sound you made? It was all like ‘Augh.’” He laughs out. “Priceless.”
I stand up, pulling down my shirt. “These clothes are new you know. No one messes with my clothes.”
“Relax, you look fine, except the rip in your sleeve, and your hair’s messed up.” Tom says.
Rip! What? I have a rip in my shirt! It’s my favourite, new leopard print button up. I look at both my arms and see that they're completely normal. I slap Tom. “Not funny,” I growl. My friends in Stockport always made fun of me for my obsession with clothes, and that was one thing I was happy to be leaving behind, but it seems to have stuck.
Tom holds up his hands. “Sorry, though your hair really is a mess.” He says while he brushes some strands of my hair back into place.
I smile warmly. “Thank you."
“You guys wanna come over after school?” Chris asks, bouncing up and down. He’s got a lot of energy.
“Calm down. There’s no way I’m going to your house. You know what your sisters do to me. How about we go to Dom’s? No, that’s still too close to the devils… How about my place then?” Tom suggests while putting his hands on Chris’ shoulders. “Chris! Stop bouncing. Do you have something to say? Do you have to pee?”
“Sorry, I’m just a little nervous. You see that girl over there?” He says pointing to a short, slim brunette standing with her friends.
“Which one? There’s like, three girls.” Tom asks.
“Kelly.” After I look at him with a puzzled expression he gives a little more detail. “The girl in the purple dress. I’m going to ask her out. I was told we have foods together, so I’m going to try and talk there.”
“She’s pretty.” I say with a small smile. “I hope she says yes.”
“You should invite her to Friday’s party.”
“I was already planning to.” Right as he's speaking the bell rings. He grabs his backpack and spins around. “Wish me luck.” He crosses his fingers in front of his face and nervously smiles.
“What class do you have next?” Tom asks.
“Art.” I smile. “My favourite.”
“Cool, me too. I’ll show you the way.”
---
After art I make my way to music with Chris while Tom goes to photography, and then I go to writing. This school has five block days; my last one only had four. After a long first day of school I call home to tell my dad that I’m going to my new friend Tom’s house. Normally I’d be forced to go home and do my school work, but it’s the first day, so I have virtually no work. And I’ve already been making friends, so he let’s me go.
We walk for twenty minutes before we get to a nice house built right on the waterway. “Nice place.”
“Thanks. It took a while to build, but it’s been finished for a couple years now. Now, in this lovely mansion, you will find no pesky kids, and you’ll almost never find an adult. My parents are busy, and I’m an only child. My life is heaven.”
“I’m the only one in my house too. My brother moved out four years ago, so it’s just me and my always-around parents.”
“You’re welcome here anytime. I love company.”
I look around the large building. The walls are lined with paintings and photographs, and the floors are covered in statues, plants and beautiful rugs. There’s a really big flat screen telly built into a wall, and a massive couch surrounding it. It looks like the house was built for millionaires.
“Are you rich or something?”
“No, my parents just saved every penny for a long time. They’re a little older than most parents of someone my age. We didn’t buy everything in here either. The photography is all mine, and a couple paintings as well.”
“These are your pictures?” I repeat in astonishment. “You’re a great photographer, you should make a business of this. you’d make great money.”
Tom blushes a little and then quickly perks up. “Chris!”
He jumps and looks at Tom, wide eyed like a dear in headlights. Or an Englishman who's been called Welsh for the first time. “What?”
“You never told us about Kelly. How’d it go?”
“Oh prey, do tell,” I say with a large grin, eager to find out what happened.
“Ok, so she was sitting at a counter, finishing her safety test. I hate those things; they’re the same every year. I went and joined a seat next to her, because I had already finished mine. She went to hand it in, and when she came back we started a casual conversation, to get things going. I was really nervous, and she could tell, so she asked what was wrong. I of course tell her that nothing is wrong, and then I start rambling about stupid things, trying to build up for ‘the question.’ I didn’t even get to ask her out.”
“Awe, it’s ok. You can try again tomorrow.”
Chris suddenly flashes the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, ridding himself of his bluff. “But we also had Math together.”
“Nice! So…what did she say?”
“Obviously she said yes, otherwise he wouldn’t be smiling. Silly Tom.”
“Right. I knew that.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon watching Classic Doctor Who, mostly the fifth Doctor, and planning for the party. I already feel almost as close to Chris and Tom as I did with my old friends. I’m going to have a great year, I can tell.