You are my Sun Chapter 1.
Title: You are my Sun Chapter 1. The beginning
Author:thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: For everyone?
Summary: Matt and Dom are still in school. At first, they are not in good terms but things will evolve. *wink*
Feedback: gives me power to continue. I would like you to be honest and tell me everything you like or don’t like about my story. :) Improvements are always welcomed!
Warnings: None in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse but original aspects belong to me.
AN: Like a month ago I came across this lovely page and by reading your wonderful stories I was inspired to write my own fic. I usually write poetry but hopefully I’ll succeed as a prose writer as well.
Special thanks to bitter_end90 and miss_ariake who always encouraged me and also corrected my raw versions. *hugs*
This beautiful sig was created by one of my good friends. Thanks, Rena!
You are my Sun
Chapter 1. The beginning
“From small beginnings come great things.”(Proverb)
The horizon was painted a bright red by the sunrise that morning, as the sleepy town of Teignmouth woke up from its slumber. It was the 2nd of September and everyone was in a buzz; it was the first day of school. One by one, each house came alive as the students got prepared for the beginning of the new term. Down one particular country lane, the door of a small house opened up and a skinny figure stepped out to embrace to the morning sun. His name was Matthew Bellamy and typically for a sixteen year old teenager, his body had hit puberty and grown too much in a short time, thus looking too lean.
Despite his opinion, Matt had changed. His folks noticed how his pale face enriched with handsome features which irradiated maturity and seriousness. The blue ocean of his eyes had the unmistakable sparkle of intelligence and the sharp line of his mouth spoke of determination.
Although he greeted the beginning of the school, he also missed those care-free days of the summer holiday when all he did was to play the piano and the shiny new guitar he got for his birthday. Matt had also finally devoured all of his grandmother’s books; it had taken him two years since moving there after his parents divorced when he was fourteen.
That morning as Matt was leaving the house for school, his father called up, “Hi Matty! How are you?” chirped George cheerfully.
“I’m alright. You want to talk with granny?”
“No, no! Listen, Matty, I’d like to ask you something. Could you please come over here and accompany your sister to school? You know how excited she is to go to college and you’ve already experienced the dangers of this new world; it will be your second year there. I’d like you to be her… well, her bodyguard in a sense.”
Matt giggled. A bodyguard, his dad must be joking; he can’t surely scare anyone with his bare-boned build, but his father’s voice was serious:
“Don’t let her do anything stupid!”
As Matt was getting closer to his father’s house, he caught glimpse of Linda, his sister, and his dad who were already waiting for him in front of a neat garden.
“Hello, Matt! Hurry up, or we’ll be late!” shouted Linda who was gently nudged by her father.
“Don’t be silly, you still have half an hour.”
“Yeah, dad, but I have to meet with Chris in…”
“Who?” asked the father suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
“My new friend, Chris. Chris Wolstenholme. The guy who fixed up my computer.”
George kissed both of his children’s cheeks but whispered in Matt’s ear: “Take care of your sister” and his look searched for obedience in his son’s eyes.
“Yeah yeah, see you later…”
On their way, Matt was listening to his sister’s chatting about her expectations and plans for this new era in her life. The boy’s mind digressed to the time when he was in the same situation. His mom had taken him to a confectionery and tried to convince his son to make a name for himself just like she did 20 years before. Despite her wishes though, Matt stood firm in his belief that “The will to be popular is not necessarily inherited”.
As the two of them reached a turnout, someone approached him and his sister. It appeared to be the Chris character that Linda had mentioned earlier. Matt’s “bodyguard” senses picked up but he figured that he was inoffensive, just a normal kid.
Across the road was situated the massive building of the school. Matt looked at it with mixed feelings; the white building with its big windows inspired fear and sternness but it carried back pleasant memories to him: the long and intriguing conversations he had with his Literature teacher who discovered the boy’s flair for arts. In her opinion he had the sensitivity of poets and the innocence of children.
Having entered the school, Matt let his sister and her admirer walk ahead faster while he headed to his own classroom. The familiar and cosy room welcomed Matt and he sat down in the last row. Looking around he observed that the walls had been whitened during the summer holiday but otherwise everything remained the same: posters of famous writers hanging on the wall, the blackboard and the lecturing desk being the farthest from his scuffed and scribbled table.
He greeted his classmates but they ignored his gestures. Frustration overcast his mood but he then remembered how he only had a few things in common with his so called “classmates”. They didn’t even know he was playing guitar (for 2 years now, even Matt was impressed with himself). Lame people…
Matt was typical for the student who secluded himself in the corner of the class, the most hidden place of the room. He actually preferred sometimes to remain unnoticed. The boy took a notebook out of his bag and leafed through it but suddenly a noisy group imploded into the class.
“Ah, Dominic Howard and his followers,” stated Matt in his mind. The aforementioned boy was a thin, fancily dressed guy surrounded by pretty girls who eagerly watched him and drank in all his words. Dominic put a rebellious blonde lock straight and continued his reminisce with sparkling eyes.
“So, as I’ve already said, I spent the whole summer in London. It was awesome, I did what I wanted. Once I was walking some dark streets when I…”
Matt could not read his book with this clamouring, but he could not wonder about the responsibility of Dom’s parents. They let their son just go up and down in London?! What if he was robbed or even worse? The problem was that he was staying too far from his mate in this way, he did not see the real sadness and the loneliness in Dom’s eyes. He might have sounded cool and rough-neck, but he was just trying to attain the love he did not receive at home.
Anyway, Matt didn’t want to fool away his time with thinking about Dominic. After all, his famous classmate had ridiculed his clothing many times last year saying that he has no style. Matt pretended that he didn’t hear his mockery though his heart was shouting: “Tell him, tell him that because of the divorce of your parents you are badly off… that you don’t have extra money to spend on expensive Gucci and Armani rags like him!”
While he was remembering this event, two stroppy boys sneaked beside his back and put their dirty hands on Matt’s notebook. The sudden movement caused Matt to jump to his feet and he madly clung on his precious object.
“Bellamy, lose hold of this shit or we’ll smack your face!” threatened one of the well-built jerks.
“Never!” and almost with a supernatural power, he pulled the leather-bound notebook back to his person. His eyes reflected fear but nevertheless he acted bravely. He wasn’t going to let anyone read it; that was his personal book. Therefore he hid it well under his black coat, right next to his fast pounding heart. The aggressors looked evilly at him and showed him their fists as a sign of threatening but went back to their group.
The whole class watched the scene amusedly. Everyone laughed except Dom who instead was miles away… his mind concentrating on a single question:
“What on earth could Matthew Bellamy keep in that bloody notebook?!!!”
Author:thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: For everyone?
Summary: Matt and Dom are still in school. At first, they are not in good terms but things will evolve. *wink*
Feedback: gives me power to continue. I would like you to be honest and tell me everything you like or don’t like about my story. :) Improvements are always welcomed!
Warnings: None in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse but original aspects belong to me.
AN: Like a month ago I came across this lovely page and by reading your wonderful stories I was inspired to write my own fic. I usually write poetry but hopefully I’ll succeed as a prose writer as well.
Special thanks to bitter_end90 and miss_ariake who always encouraged me and also corrected my raw versions. *hugs*
This beautiful sig was created by one of my good friends. Thanks, Rena!
You are my Sun
Chapter 1. The beginning
“From small beginnings come great things.”(Proverb)
The horizon was painted a bright red by the sunrise that morning, as the sleepy town of Teignmouth woke up from its slumber. It was the 2nd of September and everyone was in a buzz; it was the first day of school. One by one, each house came alive as the students got prepared for the beginning of the new term. Down one particular country lane, the door of a small house opened up and a skinny figure stepped out to embrace to the morning sun. His name was Matthew Bellamy and typically for a sixteen year old teenager, his body had hit puberty and grown too much in a short time, thus looking too lean.
Despite his opinion, Matt had changed. His folks noticed how his pale face enriched with handsome features which irradiated maturity and seriousness. The blue ocean of his eyes had the unmistakable sparkle of intelligence and the sharp line of his mouth spoke of determination.
Although he greeted the beginning of the school, he also missed those care-free days of the summer holiday when all he did was to play the piano and the shiny new guitar he got for his birthday. Matt had also finally devoured all of his grandmother’s books; it had taken him two years since moving there after his parents divorced when he was fourteen.
That morning as Matt was leaving the house for school, his father called up, “Hi Matty! How are you?” chirped George cheerfully.
“I’m alright. You want to talk with granny?”
“No, no! Listen, Matty, I’d like to ask you something. Could you please come over here and accompany your sister to school? You know how excited she is to go to college and you’ve already experienced the dangers of this new world; it will be your second year there. I’d like you to be her… well, her bodyguard in a sense.”
Matt giggled. A bodyguard, his dad must be joking; he can’t surely scare anyone with his bare-boned build, but his father’s voice was serious:
“Don’t let her do anything stupid!”
As Matt was getting closer to his father’s house, he caught glimpse of Linda, his sister, and his dad who were already waiting for him in front of a neat garden.
“Hello, Matt! Hurry up, or we’ll be late!” shouted Linda who was gently nudged by her father.
“Don’t be silly, you still have half an hour.”
“Yeah, dad, but I have to meet with Chris in…”
“Who?” asked the father suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
“My new friend, Chris. Chris Wolstenholme. The guy who fixed up my computer.”
George kissed both of his children’s cheeks but whispered in Matt’s ear: “Take care of your sister” and his look searched for obedience in his son’s eyes.
“Yeah yeah, see you later…”
On their way, Matt was listening to his sister’s chatting about her expectations and plans for this new era in her life. The boy’s mind digressed to the time when he was in the same situation. His mom had taken him to a confectionery and tried to convince his son to make a name for himself just like she did 20 years before. Despite her wishes though, Matt stood firm in his belief that “The will to be popular is not necessarily inherited”.
As the two of them reached a turnout, someone approached him and his sister. It appeared to be the Chris character that Linda had mentioned earlier. Matt’s “bodyguard” senses picked up but he figured that he was inoffensive, just a normal kid.
Across the road was situated the massive building of the school. Matt looked at it with mixed feelings; the white building with its big windows inspired fear and sternness but it carried back pleasant memories to him: the long and intriguing conversations he had with his Literature teacher who discovered the boy’s flair for arts. In her opinion he had the sensitivity of poets and the innocence of children.
Having entered the school, Matt let his sister and her admirer walk ahead faster while he headed to his own classroom. The familiar and cosy room welcomed Matt and he sat down in the last row. Looking around he observed that the walls had been whitened during the summer holiday but otherwise everything remained the same: posters of famous writers hanging on the wall, the blackboard and the lecturing desk being the farthest from his scuffed and scribbled table.
He greeted his classmates but they ignored his gestures. Frustration overcast his mood but he then remembered how he only had a few things in common with his so called “classmates”. They didn’t even know he was playing guitar (for 2 years now, even Matt was impressed with himself). Lame people…
Matt was typical for the student who secluded himself in the corner of the class, the most hidden place of the room. He actually preferred sometimes to remain unnoticed. The boy took a notebook out of his bag and leafed through it but suddenly a noisy group imploded into the class.
“Ah, Dominic Howard and his followers,” stated Matt in his mind. The aforementioned boy was a thin, fancily dressed guy surrounded by pretty girls who eagerly watched him and drank in all his words. Dominic put a rebellious blonde lock straight and continued his reminisce with sparkling eyes.
“So, as I’ve already said, I spent the whole summer in London. It was awesome, I did what I wanted. Once I was walking some dark streets when I…”
Matt could not read his book with this clamouring, but he could not wonder about the responsibility of Dom’s parents. They let their son just go up and down in London?! What if he was robbed or even worse? The problem was that he was staying too far from his mate in this way, he did not see the real sadness and the loneliness in Dom’s eyes. He might have sounded cool and rough-neck, but he was just trying to attain the love he did not receive at home.
Anyway, Matt didn’t want to fool away his time with thinking about Dominic. After all, his famous classmate had ridiculed his clothing many times last year saying that he has no style. Matt pretended that he didn’t hear his mockery though his heart was shouting: “Tell him, tell him that because of the divorce of your parents you are badly off… that you don’t have extra money to spend on expensive Gucci and Armani rags like him!”
While he was remembering this event, two stroppy boys sneaked beside his back and put their dirty hands on Matt’s notebook. The sudden movement caused Matt to jump to his feet and he madly clung on his precious object.
“Bellamy, lose hold of this shit or we’ll smack your face!” threatened one of the well-built jerks.
“Never!” and almost with a supernatural power, he pulled the leather-bound notebook back to his person. His eyes reflected fear but nevertheless he acted bravely. He wasn’t going to let anyone read it; that was his personal book. Therefore he hid it well under his black coat, right next to his fast pounding heart. The aggressors looked evilly at him and showed him their fists as a sign of threatening but went back to their group.
The whole class watched the scene amusedly. Everyone laughed except Dom who instead was miles away… his mind concentrating on a single question:
“What on earth could Matthew Bellamy keep in that bloody notebook?!!!”