OH MY, IT'S HIM!
Setting: Teignmouth, from June 2000 on
It's a kind of half AU, because in this story Placebo exist , but Muse (I mean the band) don't, at least not yet. Maybe something could happen as the story goes on…
And I know that 'Black Market Music ' has been realized in 2000, but I don't know exactly when. Let's pretend it's at the beginning of the year (Feb-March), ok?
Pairing: uh! very messy: mainly it's BellDom (you can figure that out by the prologue ) , but it's also Brian /Stefan, Brian/Matt, Stefan/Dom (yeah, I'm obsessed with those pairings, but I'm much more obsessed with BellDom, lol! ), … and the mess could even increase!
DISCLAIMER : Why do I have always to say the same thing? I don't own and know even a single cell of all these real characters, all the plot is totally invented and fake and I take the responsibility of every absurd situation I'm gonna put them into.
Plus, every chapter title is made by some lyrics of Placebo's or Muse's songs.
Feedback: Makes me happier than Kelly and Chris having a baby!
Summary: Brian Molko has to deal with a very obsessed fan in love with him, who pesters him restlessly. What's so odd about that? Maybe the fact that said fan happens to be named… Matthew Bellamy!
Prologue: I just gotta get off my chest that I think you're divine.
It wasn't due to the bells that struck the hours, nine in the morning.
It wasn't due to the cheerful birds that tweeted harmoniously, perching on the branch of the tree in front of his open window.
It wasn't due to the shining light of the sunbeam that entered his bedroom, as jaunty as unusual.
It wasn't even due to his alarm clock that simply had to accomplish its daily job.
No.
Matthew woke up just due to a beep. A beep from his mobile that warned him about the arrival of a SMS. And then a short ring followed it. And since that ringtone was matched just and only to a person, Matt already knew who it was.
Still a little bit numb, he grabbed his mobile in order to see first the missed call and then the message.
'Hey, sleepyhead, I've been already up for two hours and I've just finished my jogging at the beach. Have you already looked out the window? It seems that even the sky that usually is leaden and grey has given its present for you. Happy Birthday, Matteh! Tonight is * the night *, you promised that to me, don't forget it. See ya in half an hour at our same place. Dom '
Matthew smiled as with a short ring he signaled to the other boy that he had read his message.
After stretching one last time, he finally decided to get up and woke him up properly with a quick shower.
Once he was refreshed and in a better shape, covered only by a blue bath towel knotted around his waist, he opened his closet, glancing at all his clothes, before drawing out a pair of blue jeans and the first t-shirt that was in reach.
Because, after glancing at his clock, he realized that his time was running out.
And he knew very well how much Dominic hated waiting for people, especially for him.
As he started thinking that maybe that quick shower hadn't be so quick as he expected, Matthew rushed down the stairs, without greeting anyone, due to the simple reason that there was nobody left at home.
He arrived to their same place, i.e. the most isolated beach of the coast , where near the seashore there was a ship that had been moored there for years.
It was the same ship where they had played the sailors or the pirates when they were kid, the same ship where they went to study, or rather to pretend to do that, before some examinations, and at the end ditching school always ended up to be the best solution for them.
And it was the same ship that had been the background of the very first kiss they had shared, some months before. A kiss that had made them both realize that they wanted from each other much more than a simple friendship, no matter how big and deep it was.
The more he got closer to the shore, the more the figure of a gorgeous, young, blond guy with colorful clothes became more defined.
And blond wasn't even the proper word to describe him, since his hair was actually bright orange, but it was a color that suited him, a lot.
About Matthew, also his electrical blue hair suited the former brunette, a lot.
They had decided to dye their hair in that bizarre way the same day, because it was symbolic: once they had decided to be together, in order to prove to themselves that that wasn't the craziest thing they were doing, they had chosen those showy DIY hair colors without any hesitations.
It had begun as a joke, but since they had appreciated the results a lot, they had been proudly showing off those hairstyles for five months.
"It's exactly 9:30 a.m. I'm impressed by your progresses!" Dominic exclaimed as he walked towards him.
"You, heartless being! You don't let me have some rest even at my birthday!" the other complained.
"But have you seen what a beautiful day is it?" Dom struck back.
"Hey, Mr. Live-Wire, have you seen what time is it?" Matt made him notice.
"You're right. I'm sorry." he pretended to apologize. "I should have woken you up earlier!" he sneered.
"That's not what I meant!"
"I know, you, champion of all the chronic lazy asses!" the boy snorted.
"Dom, c'mon. Today there's no school. Plus I don't even have to work. So, why didn't you let me stay in my bed? Was I asking too much?"
"Yep, if I can't be in that bed with you!" the other protested.
"Oh. By the way, you know, my house is free, now. Mom has gone to the station to catch Paul, it will take them at least a couple of hours. " Matthew informed him, suggestive.
"Really?" the other was about to surrender. "Gee, Matt, no, don't tempt me. You know, it won't happen if first we don't… " he reminded to him as they sat on the ship.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Anyway, it's not that we have still so much to wait. It's tonight!" the blue haired guy stated.
"So, are you really sure about it?" the other wondered with a look plenty of expectations.
"Of course I am. Tonight everyone will be there. There couldn't be a better opportunity!"
"It's so nice that you have waited just for your birthday… " Dominic whispered as he put his head on his shoulder.
"My birthday is just a coincidence. I want to wait until midnight, because after midnight it will be tomorrow and tomorrow is exactly five months since we got together. It's time to tell everyone about it!" his boyfriend explained, as he caressed the short hair on his nape.
"Aawww, Mattie, this is even more romantic!" the orange haired guy glanced up, in order to lose his eyes in Matthew's ones, an indefinite color, sometimes hazel, sometimes green and sometimes grey-blue, diving into a limpid blue, as blue as the sky and the sea that surrounded them.
And that gaze brought them to a very deep and ardent kiss with their tongues battling for supremacy.
"If I think that from tomorrow on we will be free to do that everywhere and not anymore just and only here, in our hiding-place…" Dom murmured as he held him closer.
"Yeah. But you must admit that this place has a certain charm. And mostly this ship has. " the other observed and then he stared at the horizon, thoughtful.
"We have been though so much stuff on this ship. You know what, Dommie? Maybe it will be just this ship to take us away when things change, because I have the pleasant feeling that things will change. I can already picture myself as I write a song about that: 'Far away, this ship takes me away from my friends, my enemies, from the memories I have of all them. And then I'll chase the starlight. ' " he went on, more and more absorbed in his thoughts.
"Oh, Matt, it would be fantastic, but you know better than me that it's not that easy… " the other brought him back to reality.
"But it's not right. You, Chris and I are so damn talented!"
"Yeah, but it seems that no one wants to give us a chance, anyway. I mean, c'mon, who the hell are supposed to notice us in this shitty and useless town?"
"It's true, but… "
"Stop thinking about it. If it's destiny something will happen!" Dom claimed as he got up.
"Now it's time to think about us. We have the whole beach at our disposal. You know what it means, don't you?" he added.
This time it was Matt's look the one plenty of expectations.
"It means that we can take a long walk along the seashore, holding hands, then enjoy some healthy running and if we have still time maybe have a swim, too!" Dom went on, totally excited.
"Poor me, I'm already feeling exhausted just thinking about all this stuff!" Matt grumbled.
"What are you complaining about? Just wait until I'll take you camping, you know that it's gonna happen sooner or later!"
"Why did I have to fall in love just with the Grand Mogul of the Junior Woodchucks?" the former brunette rolled his eyes.
"Because, if you behave, I'll give you a very special medal!" the former blonde winked at him, allusive, as he got off the ship with him. "Plus, think about it: you, me and a tent. " he added, giving him a quick but intense kiss.
"Dommeh, I don't know why, but… all of the sudden I feel like camping!" the other smiled, taking him by the hand as he got ready to face all the activities of that morning.
Matt's birthday party had been going on for hours.
Everyone was there: all their friends, Chris, Dom and Matt's moms and also Paul had come back due to that special day, after he had moved to London a year before.
Matt and Dom were chatting serenely, but someone interrupted them.
"So, little doves, are you ready to spread your wings wide in public?" a voice exclaimed behind their shoulder.
It was Chris, a tall and robust boy, but in spite of his overshadowing figure ha had a heart of gold.
Chris was the only one who knew about Dom and Matt's relationship, and he had been happy of it since the beginning.
When he had moved to Teignmouth with his family, Chris was the first person Matt had met, since they were in the same classroom. Dominic was a year older than them. So, the two guys had made friends in a heartbeat, having lots of things in common. And it was just Chris who had introduced Matt to his friend Dom. Chat after chat they had found out that they all shared the same passion for music.
And then Chris had let Matt know about the band Dom and he had and about the fact that they needed a guitarist.
After seeing Matt sing and perform, playing both the guitar and the piano, and after recognizing his skills, even if he had been the frontman of the band so far, Chris had given way to him, very willingly, holding the positions of backing vocalist and bassist.
Instead, Dominic was the drummer.
It had been almost nine years since they had started playing together for the first time, and they all had never stopped believing in their passion and trying hard. It's easy to figure out all their progresses since the very first days of rehearsal and mostly it's easy to figure out how inseparable they all had begun.
They still had to find the proper name for their band, since they kept changing names, but it didn't seem so important to them right then.
"Didn't you have something better to say? " Dominic taunted him.
"Phew! I had tried to say it at home, in front of a mirror… and it sounded fun!" Chris justified.
"If you want, we can pretend you didn't say anything and you can try with another witty remark!" Matthew suggested.
"No thanks, also because time is running out. Look, Cinderella-boy, it's almost midnight!" Chris warned him, pointing at his clock.
"Uh! You're right!" the other nodded as he walked towards the middle of the living room in order to make his announcement.
"Give me attention for one moment, please!" he exclaimed as he dabbed a fork against the glass, as if he was at a wedding reception.
"Oh, no, wait. I've changed my mind. Now I'm gonna stop him!" Dom started getting agitated.
"It's too late, you two are already marching out. Plus, I'm sure that everything will be just fine. If there are some stupid people that don't understand you, well, they're not real friends." Chris reassured him as everyone was giving Matt the required attention.
"Do you know when you feel so utterly happy that you want to yell at the whole world the reason of your happiness? Well, I've got that feeling right now and I want to share that with you."
"Matt, aging twenty-years old made you bloody loquacious! Just come to the point!" his brother incited him, chuckling.
"Ok, but be warned, what I'm going to say could shock you. " he warned his crowd as he took a long breath before going on.
"Finally, I've found love. I mean the real love. The half that makes me complete, that makes me happy. And I've realized that just for a few months, although this person had been so close to me for a very longer time!" he went on, glancing at Dom as Chris nodded his approval.
"I guess he's talking about Katrine. I've seen the way she has been looking at him all time long. " Matt's mother turned to her friends as she pointed at the guys' former schoolmate.
"Maybe Janice or Alycia, but surely not Katrine! She just can't take her eyes off * my * son!" Dom's mother corrected her, as she pointed at the other two girls.
"Well, at least all those girls don't dare looking at Chris, since his Kelly almost guards him. I like that girl so much! I can already picture them in front of an altar!" Chris' mother smiled.
"And this person is… " Matt announced, pausing on purpose.
He confined himself just to look at Dom and his boyfriend figured out everything.
The former blonde made a breach through the crowd, among the general awe, as he reached his boyfriend.
"It's me. And the feeling is mutual!" he declared, clasping Matt's hand in his.
There were several reactions: someone fell in an awkward silence, someone else clapped their hands at them, maybe to reward their courage, but there were even someone who went away, outraged, the first ones of this category were Katrine, Alycia and Janice.
Just like Chris had said, those weren't real friends.
After all, Matt and Dom didn't care ,since they had a desperate need to know what some very special people for them thought about the situation.
As a matter of fact, they both walked towards their mothers.
"We are sorry." Matthew exclaimed, not knowing what else to say.
"Sorry for what? Just for being the way you are?" Dominic's mom smiled at him.
"Does it mean that… that you accept that?" Dom stuttered, surprised.
"Honey, there's nothing to accept. You are my son and I immensely love you , whatever you choose to do. " she paused, glancing at Matt. "Whomever you choose to love!" she went on as she hugged her son.
"Well, you know, I should suspect something when I caught you using my hair mousse!" she giggled.
"But, mom! I've already explained that to you: it's for my hair-set!" her son justified.
"You know, Matthew, after the last séance I had, I've been told that there would be some big changes , I just didn't think about so big ones!" Matt's mom claimed.
"So?" Matthew wondered as he nervously tugged at his shirt tail.
"So what? You know I adore Dominic, I've always loved him like a son… it means that from now on I'll love him like a potential son-in-law!" she ruffled his blue hair as she smiled at Dom.
"Instead, Matt, I think that from now on I'll can't hang around with you without feeling ashamed!" Paul warned him as he stared at him impassive.
"Oh, no, Paul, what are you saying? Just because. I…Please, don't tell me that… " Matt stuttered in confusion, looking at him shocked and a upset, too. Since when he was a kid, he had always looked for the approval of his elder brother.
Paul burst out laughing.
"You, silly! What do you think? I was talking about your awful hair! What the hell did you smoke to pick up such a terrible color?" he pointed out, as he hugged him, flicking his cheek playfully.
"Nothing has changed for me, either. You two will be always welcome in my house!" Chris' mom commented.
They thanked her with a smile.
"So, my son is gay. What can I say? It seems that it's such a trendy thing nowadays!" Matt's mother added jokingly.
"Well, actually, both of me and Dom are bisexual. " Matthew pointed out.
"That's even better. I read on a magazine that to have a bisexual son is even trendier!" Dom's mother stuck back, making everyone laugh.
"So, it wasn't that hard, was it? You, stubborn guys!" Chris approached them, capturing them both in a collective embrace.
The party went on until the house emptied from all the people, bit by bit.
When also Paul and his mom went to their bedrooms, a smiling and daydreaming Matthew headed towards his room, as he thought about the events of that day.
"It's done!" he thought out loud as he took a look around.
Everywhere he looked at, a pair of wonderful emerald eyes, almost gliding into blue, seemed to stare at him.
Those eyes belonged to the Placebo's frontman, Matthew's favorite band ever. And his pictures, with but mostly without the other two members of the band, covered every inch of that room.
Matthew got closer to the big poster on the back of his door.
"And it's just thanks to you." he whispered as he traced the contour of the visage on that poster.
"My beloved Bri, I always owe something to you!"
TBC
Here's the prologue of a story that I've been thinking of for *years*.
Contrary to 'How did it come to this? ' , the updating of this one will be so veeeeeeeeery slower, since the first one is already complete, I just have to translate the chapters (I'm Italian, sometimes I forgot to say that, lol!), but this one is a WIP and I've written just two chapters so far.
Anyway, I apologize for facing so hurriedly and superficially such a delicate topic as the ' coming out '.
What can I say? God bless open-minded families-friends who make things so much easier to me! ;)
And sorry for their hairstyle but… I absolutely love those hair-colors!
I hope you'll like, but feel free to tell me everything, I mean, really , I need to know what you think of this story, whatever it is. ;)
Well, if this part was just about Muse (ok, not the band, I mean, the guys!), try to guess about whom next part will be!
I hope you won't mind…