.:~The explanation~:.
Dominic paced slowly through the park, the majority of him relaxed though his heart raced against his ribcage in a violent matter. He didn't know what to expect since the call from Matt.
It was autumn and the crisp, amber leaves drifted gently from the trees to greet the dry grass like a long lost friend. The breeze itself was bitter and chilling which meant that Dom was huddled up inside a leather jacket, a chequered, black-purple scarf wrapped round his neck, covering his chin. From behind the collar of his punk, leather jacket hid the V-shaped neckline of his favourite leopard print shirt. His skinny jeans were a smart, dark black colour; his shoes were casual, white plimsolls, no socks. With his slim yet masculine figure, he looked quite fetching as the wind caught the small fringe that flickered across his forehead.
As he continued to walk down the concrete pathway, He finally spotted the rusting, coal-black arm of the wooden bench behind a large shrub. Sitting directly in the middle was the slim, short figure of Matthew who was twiddling his thumb and finger nervously together.
Matt had obviously spotted Dominic in his peripheral vision as he rose sharply, staring forward to the blonde with anxious, glittering, blue eyes. He shuffled his feet slightly as the drummer continued to walk closer. Matt was wearing a white shirt with a printing on the front, one that could not be defined to a certain trademark. With that were some casual blue jeans and some scuffed trainers; to finish the outfit was a large, padded coat that made him look like an Eskimo. It caused Dominic to smile as he thought of Matt's strange fashion sense.
As he finally came to a halt in front of Matt, he attempted to speak casual, though his hazy, grey eyes showed that he was as nervous as Matt was. "Hey there, Matt. What's up?"
"I need to talk to you." Matt blurted out awkwardly, soon running his hand through his already ruffled hair, showing that he'd obviously repeated this motions many times before Dom had arrived. What are you thinking about, Matt...? The blonde questioned in his mind.
"...Alright." Dom said hesitantly. Thoughts raced through his head though he dismissed them to concentrate on what Matt might have to say. Assuming things lead to disasters so he was making sure he avoided that...
"Why don't we sit down, then you can relax a little." Dom smiled. He then swung himself round to slump down on the Squeaky bench in a relaxed motion. He patted the seat of the chair beside him, implying that Matt should sit down too.
Matt followed the instructions; he sat on the chair with his knees huddled together, still twiddling his fingers. On his head, tufts of his hair poked out at random angles from where it had been ruffled before and Dom couldn't help but give a subtle laugh. "What?" Matt questioned quickly, glancing upwards to his forehead like an innocent child.
"Your hair is all ruffled" Dom explained with a smile in his voice, licking his thumb and fore-finger before stroking them against Matt's head to flatten the tufts. His heart leapt a beat as he realised Matt was staring at him with wild, sparkling eyes; His strokes had flattened the hair though Dom continued, as if there were still ruffs poking upwards on Matt's head. He was using his whole palm now but caught gaze of Matt, again, who was still staring, almost in awe, at Dominic's face. His blue eyes were flickering from each feature.
Dom drew his hand away quickly and cleared his throat in the awkward silence. He then attempted to start a conversation, rubbing his bristly, unshaven chin. It was only stubble, but enough to be almost considered as a beard. "So, uh... What did you want to tell me?" he said, glancing at Matt before turning his gaze to an Oak tree nearby.
"It's hard to- I'm not..." Matt stammered, trying to find the words. Dom's eyes were inquisitive as he finally turned his gaze back to look at him. Matt kept his own gaze down, staring at his feet. He was keeping a beat of a song with his left foot whilst his right tapped once in a while along with the tune. "It's really hard to explain. Like... You know, when a person develops a, kind of, closeness with – like - another person of the opposite sex..."
As Matt spoke, Dom picked up every detail of the way he pronounced things, such as his subtle lisp on the letter R. He listened delicately, taking in each word that Matt said. As soon as the words 'opposite sex' entered his ears, his heart sank. I don't even know why i considered such an idea... He's obviously straight, Dom thought to himself repeatedly. It saddened him and he expected this talk to continue into some sort of advice on how Matt could chat up a girl he had his eye on. But he was surprised when Matt began to talk of something different to what Dom had expected.
"What if it were, like... What if it were the same- ...same sex?" Matt muttered weakly, staring carefully for Dom's reaction.
Dom didn't say the word out loud, though screamed it inside his head. What...?