Authors: Lilla Wright and hyper_bliss (me, Lu)
Pairing: young, very young BellDom
Genre: friendship, fluff, introspection
Setting: North Spain, Summer 1986
Rating: g/u
Feedback: it would make us immensely happy
Disclaimer: Matt and Dom don't belong to us. All this stuff never happened but it would be so nice if it had!
Summary: What if the real very first meeting between Matt and Dom was another one?
I.
Matthew hated summer.
He hated the unmotivated happiness that that season always brought along, with its smash, made of hubble-bubble and coarse laughter.
He hated that suffocating heat that the air was permeated with, as it forced him to undress a little more, which is something that made him feel awkward.
At the same time, he hated the shining rays of sun that during that season were more aggressive, that's why he was forced to wear a baseball cap and a T-shirt, in order to protect his head and the oh-so-delicate skin of his body that was so petite, thin and fragile that it seemed that it could break at any time.
Maybe it was because of these things that the other children stared at him puzzled, as they played on their own near the coast, not very far from Matt but fully intentioned not to involve him in their playing.
He was way too strange for their tastes and the funny blue swimsuit with white swans that he wore under the white T-shirt didn't help increase Matthew's popularity.
Well, his mother had definitely not a good taste in clothing, at least not concerning her son's clothing.
But Matthew didn't care, he didn't even know what popularity was.
After all, Matthew was only eight years old.
He was sitting on the sand, near the coast, and sometimes he looked back at his beach umbrella, a few rows behind.
His mom was busy reading a book about astrology and esotericism, two subjects that she was obsessed with, and his dad was writing something on a wrinkled notebook, where sometimes some folded papers popped out.
He surely was working on a song.
Matthew loved watching his dad as he worked, even more if they were home, and George could even play the songs that he had created.
Matthew's elder brother was the only one missing, he wasn't under the beach umbrella, but knowing him very well, Matthew was sure that his brother was busy on a beach-volley match, or playing ping-pong or beach soccer or every other available sport activity.
His brother was brilliant in every sport; that's why he was often surrounded by tons of admiring little girls who were crazy for him.
Matthew wasn't made for sport activities. The kid cared much more about the activities that involved the spirit, such as music.
As a matter of fact, Matthew loved playing music, that's why he missed his piano and his little electric guitar that he had left at home, in Cambridge.
His parents had prevented him from bringing his guitar with him during their holiday, but they had allowed his brother to bring with him his beloved soccer ball.
Not only did Matthew hate summer, he thought that it was extremely unfair to him.
Besides, the little boy hated going on holiday, or rather, he hated being on holiday in that place.
Yeah, because he was sure that in that beach of North Spain he would have the chance to meet some children around there, with language, traditions and style of life that were different from his own.
Matthew adored new things; to know new stuff to him was something very stimulating.
Instead, he was surrounded only by other English children, because that Spanish beach was famous for being the main destination for the holidays of tons of English families who were looking for holiday resorts warmer and more comfortable than the ones that their country offered to them.
Matthew snorted, as he passed a hand on the wet sand, in order to level it off. As soon as he managed to obtain a smooth surface, as smooth as a sheet of paper, he began to trace the contours with his fingers, drawing something that was becoming more and more detailed and clear.
It was a piano and an electric guitar.
For the record, they were his piano and his electric guitar, and the kid knew those two instruments so well that he could easily reproduce them with a wealth of details: the guitar had all the six strings and the frets to create chords or simple notes, and on the keyboard of the piano he had piled up little mounds of wet sand, here and there, at regular spaces, in order to reproduce the black keys.
Matthew touched first the guitar, and then the piano, closing his eyes and moving with skill both of his hands and head, to keep the rhythm.
He wasn't just simply pretending to play music for fun, he was actually doing that for real and in his mind he could even hear the music that he was creating.
The children nearby were looking at him in deep confusion and boredom, making witty remarks and laughing of him, taking a further mental note to consider the newly-arrived little boy a screwball, a nerd, a silly kid who they should better keep far from.
But, truth must be told, not far from there, safe under his own beach umbrella, there was another little boy who was observing the newly-arrived kid.
(End I)
lol, who ever could be the little boy under his beach umbrella? XD
We hope you'll like it so far, see you soon with part two… totally focused this mysterious little boy ;)