I Only Dream of You, My Beautiful, 1/10
This is my first story with real people in it. Yay. This story will be a BellDom, but for now it's just Dom and Chris. Please comment and let me know your thoughts.
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.
I look into the nearly empty truck; only two boxes left. Thank goodness. I've been at this all day. As I grab one of the boxes I hear a voice right behind me, and I jump.
“Hello, my name’s Chris. I’m your new neighbour, in that house right there,” the friendly stranger says while pointing at the blue house next to mine. “I can see you’re almost done, would you like me to bring this last box in?” He asks while pulling it towards him.
“Oh, sure. Thanks. My name’s Dom,” I reply with a small smile, startled at his eagerness.
The two of us walk into my new house, and Chris asks where the box goes. I look at it and see my name written upside-down on the side. I tell him that it goes to my room, and show him the way. “I know it’s not much with all these boxes, but it should look more homey in a couple weeks.” I shrug after putting down my box.
“It looks different. This was my friend’s sister’s room. It used to be a light green, rather than this brown. Though the brown does suit you better than the green would have.”
“You used to come over a lot?”
“Yeah Nick, that’s my friend’s name, and I used to be really close. He’s off to Ireland now though.”
“Ireland? Nice. I just moved from Stockport . First move too. I hope it’s not too hard to make friends in senior year, though if everyone's as forward as you, it can’t be all that bad.” I say with an awkward smile, putting my left hand behind my head.
Chris laughs; a nice deep throat laugh. “I'm only like this because you are the perfect reason for me to ditch my sisters." He quickly throws up his hands, shaking them in front of my face with a slightly worried expression. "That's not to say I don't want to be here. I just... You know what I mean. And it’s not that bad here. Teignmouth’s a nice place, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Hmm. I guess I'm lucky to not have sisters." I smile. "My room doesn’t have any girl hints left behind does it? I don’t want a girly room, even if the colour’s been changed.”
“Well, I dunno." He looks around, then giggles, "those yellow trousers are pretty girly,” he says with a sarcastic smile. It hurts me a little, though it isn’t serious. No one makes fun of my trousers.
“Oi, enough with that. These are my favourite trousers,” I retort, looking down to praise my lovely clothes.
“No harm meant,” He says, throwing both arms into the air again, as if in surrender. Right as his arms reach their full height a loud rumble fills the room.
“What was that?” I ask confused.
Chris’ face turns a light shade of pink. “My stomach. I should probably head home for dinner. You wanna come? I’m sure my parents won’t mind.”
“Sure. I’ll ask my mom. She’s the most likely to agree,” I say while stepping out of my room. “Mom!”
“Dominic, not so loud, I’m right here.” She replies from the room right next to mine.
“Sorry. This is our neighbour, Chris.”
“Hello Chris, I’m Kristine,” she says while she shakes his hand.
“Hello.”
“Would it be ok if I go to his place for dinner?”
“Sure. Which house is it? I may stop over to meet his parents. It never is too early to bond with the neighbours.”
“It’s the blue one, right there.” He points through our wall.
“Ok, well go on then. Don’t be too late; we have to unpack before the second half of the school year starts up. That leaves us a week and a half.”
“Thanks. Bye," I shout, ignoring her pestering. Packing can wait. How hard can it be to put everything away? It only took a few days to put it all in the boxes in the first place.
Chris and I walk the very short distance to his house, and he introduces me to his parents.
“Hello, my name’s Margret and this is Bill,” Chris’ mom informs me as she holds out her hand. His father, Bill, stands up to greet me as well.
“I’m Dominic, or Dom, whichever you prefer.”
“I hope you don’t mind, I invited Dom over for dinner.”
“Oh, no, that won’t be a problem at all. I hope you like chili." The woman smiles, letting wrinkles form next to her eyes. She looks at me expectantly as I stand silent.
Nervous, I speak up again. “I love chili,” I mumble, rubbing my belly to emphasize my point.
Chris grabs my arm and directs me out of the kitchen and downstairs into a living area. “This whole area’s practically mine, well, from just before dinner until early morning. It’s a great getaway from my sisters. I will warn you, they tend to crush on all my friends, so you may be subject to some serious pre-teen flirting and stalking.” He kindly lets me know while he sits on a couch and turns on his game consol.
“How many sisters do you have?”
“Four. Lynn is three years older than me and is now away for uni. Kyla is twelve and will undoubtedly begin her attempts to ‘woo’ you tonight at dinner. Sunny is ten and is the mini-Kyla who will probably also be walking in on us a lot. Lastly is Whitney, she was a surprise baby -of course, my mom’s a little old to be planning anymore - and she’s seven months old.”
“You have a very large family.”
“Yes, and I’m the only boy. I can only hope my knowledge of girls will come of use in the future,” he sighs before continuing. “What about you? How many siblings have you got?”
“I only have an older brother, but he’s long gone. He’s 23 and is planning on getting married this summer.”
“You don’t know how lucky you are. I may be spending a large amount of time in your house.” He laughs as he turns on some war game I’ve never heard of. I've never been one to play video games, so I cough when he hands me the black control. He's going to cream my arse.
After twenty minutes of Chris teaching me how to play, and me failing miserably, a young girl, either Kyla or Sunny, enters the room to let us know that supper has been served.
Chris and I take our seats, with me in between him and, who I now assume to be, Sunny; the same girl who came down to bring us up. “Who are you?” she asks as I sit down.
“I’m Dom, I just moved in next door.”
“In Nick’s old house?”
“I believe that was his name, yes.”
“How old are you?” asks the other girl.
“Seventeen.”
“He’s a little too old for you dear,” Bill says with a wink in my direction.
The girls still don’t give up in their attempt at stealing me away from their brother. “So Dom, do you like Justin Bieber?”
I let out a small laugh. “No sorry. I like bands like Nirvana, Queen, and Phoenix. Jimmy Hendrix is the best though.”
The girls frown and think of new questions to ask me while we’re eating. Too bad, they may have won me over if they'd had a broader taste in music.
“So,” Margret begins, “you’re seventeen. Does this mean that you’re finishing secondary this year or next?”
“I’m graduating this year. I’m planning on taking next year off in order to come up with enough money to afford university. I want to study art. Both music and painting."
“That sounds like fun. Chris has another year left, but he too is interested in music.” Bill decides to leave the subject open for Chris to continue, but I have to push more to get some information.
“Do you play an instrument?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Yes, I play the drums.”
“Me too! How long have you been playing?”
“A couple years, not too long.” He shrugs, smiling as he forks in a mouthful of the thick stew.
“I’ve been playing for five years now. Maybe you could hook me up with a group to play in.”
“Oh yeah, there’s always someone looking to form a garage band type thing. The groups don’t usually stay together very long though, because there’s a lot of disagreements in style. I play for the thrill of it, and am not one for those things. I prefer my sports over loud clangs. I know of a couple people who could maybe pull some strings for you though.”
“Hey, music is all grades together right? So we’ll have at least one course together.”
Chris and I continue to talk about the many things we discover we have in common, while Margret and Bill leave to take care of little Whitney (who is very adorable by the way.) Sunny and Kyla continue to bombard me with silly questions and stories about their lives, constantly disappointed that I'm not interested in the same things as them, but very amused at the fact that I like to shop at the same stores as them. As annoying as these two girls are, I find it cute how hard they try to grab my attention, and how they never give up. I think Chris and I will be great friends.
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.
I look into the nearly empty truck; only two boxes left. Thank goodness. I've been at this all day. As I grab one of the boxes I hear a voice right behind me, and I jump.
“Hello, my name’s Chris. I’m your new neighbour, in that house right there,” the friendly stranger says while pointing at the blue house next to mine. “I can see you’re almost done, would you like me to bring this last box in?” He asks while pulling it towards him.
“Oh, sure. Thanks. My name’s Dom,” I reply with a small smile, startled at his eagerness.
The two of us walk into my new house, and Chris asks where the box goes. I look at it and see my name written upside-down on the side. I tell him that it goes to my room, and show him the way. “I know it’s not much with all these boxes, but it should look more homey in a couple weeks.” I shrug after putting down my box.
“It looks different. This was my friend’s sister’s room. It used to be a light green, rather than this brown. Though the brown does suit you better than the green would have.”
“You used to come over a lot?”
“Yeah Nick, that’s my friend’s name, and I used to be really close. He’s off to Ireland now though.”
“Ireland? Nice. I just moved from Stockport . First move too. I hope it’s not too hard to make friends in senior year, though if everyone's as forward as you, it can’t be all that bad.” I say with an awkward smile, putting my left hand behind my head.
Chris laughs; a nice deep throat laugh. “I'm only like this because you are the perfect reason for me to ditch my sisters." He quickly throws up his hands, shaking them in front of my face with a slightly worried expression. "That's not to say I don't want to be here. I just... You know what I mean. And it’s not that bad here. Teignmouth’s a nice place, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Hmm. I guess I'm lucky to not have sisters." I smile. "My room doesn’t have any girl hints left behind does it? I don’t want a girly room, even if the colour’s been changed.”
“Well, I dunno." He looks around, then giggles, "those yellow trousers are pretty girly,” he says with a sarcastic smile. It hurts me a little, though it isn’t serious. No one makes fun of my trousers.
“Oi, enough with that. These are my favourite trousers,” I retort, looking down to praise my lovely clothes.
“No harm meant,” He says, throwing both arms into the air again, as if in surrender. Right as his arms reach their full height a loud rumble fills the room.
“What was that?” I ask confused.
Chris’ face turns a light shade of pink. “My stomach. I should probably head home for dinner. You wanna come? I’m sure my parents won’t mind.”
“Sure. I’ll ask my mom. She’s the most likely to agree,” I say while stepping out of my room. “Mom!”
“Dominic, not so loud, I’m right here.” She replies from the room right next to mine.
“Sorry. This is our neighbour, Chris.”
“Hello Chris, I’m Kristine,” she says while she shakes his hand.
“Hello.”
“Would it be ok if I go to his place for dinner?”
“Sure. Which house is it? I may stop over to meet his parents. It never is too early to bond with the neighbours.”
“It’s the blue one, right there.” He points through our wall.
“Ok, well go on then. Don’t be too late; we have to unpack before the second half of the school year starts up. That leaves us a week and a half.”
“Thanks. Bye," I shout, ignoring her pestering. Packing can wait. How hard can it be to put everything away? It only took a few days to put it all in the boxes in the first place.
Chris and I walk the very short distance to his house, and he introduces me to his parents.
“Hello, my name’s Margret and this is Bill,” Chris’ mom informs me as she holds out her hand. His father, Bill, stands up to greet me as well.
“I’m Dominic, or Dom, whichever you prefer.”
“I hope you don’t mind, I invited Dom over for dinner.”
“Oh, no, that won’t be a problem at all. I hope you like chili." The woman smiles, letting wrinkles form next to her eyes. She looks at me expectantly as I stand silent.
Nervous, I speak up again. “I love chili,” I mumble, rubbing my belly to emphasize my point.
Chris grabs my arm and directs me out of the kitchen and downstairs into a living area. “This whole area’s practically mine, well, from just before dinner until early morning. It’s a great getaway from my sisters. I will warn you, they tend to crush on all my friends, so you may be subject to some serious pre-teen flirting and stalking.” He kindly lets me know while he sits on a couch and turns on his game consol.
“How many sisters do you have?”
“Four. Lynn is three years older than me and is now away for uni. Kyla is twelve and will undoubtedly begin her attempts to ‘woo’ you tonight at dinner. Sunny is ten and is the mini-Kyla who will probably also be walking in on us a lot. Lastly is Whitney, she was a surprise baby -of course, my mom’s a little old to be planning anymore - and she’s seven months old.”
“You have a very large family.”
“Yes, and I’m the only boy. I can only hope my knowledge of girls will come of use in the future,” he sighs before continuing. “What about you? How many siblings have you got?”
“I only have an older brother, but he’s long gone. He’s 23 and is planning on getting married this summer.”
“You don’t know how lucky you are. I may be spending a large amount of time in your house.” He laughs as he turns on some war game I’ve never heard of. I've never been one to play video games, so I cough when he hands me the black control. He's going to cream my arse.
After twenty minutes of Chris teaching me how to play, and me failing miserably, a young girl, either Kyla or Sunny, enters the room to let us know that supper has been served.
Chris and I take our seats, with me in between him and, who I now assume to be, Sunny; the same girl who came down to bring us up. “Who are you?” she asks as I sit down.
“I’m Dom, I just moved in next door.”
“In Nick’s old house?”
“I believe that was his name, yes.”
“How old are you?” asks the other girl.
“Seventeen.”
“He’s a little too old for you dear,” Bill says with a wink in my direction.
The girls still don’t give up in their attempt at stealing me away from their brother. “So Dom, do you like Justin Bieber?”
I let out a small laugh. “No sorry. I like bands like Nirvana, Queen, and Phoenix. Jimmy Hendrix is the best though.”
The girls frown and think of new questions to ask me while we’re eating. Too bad, they may have won me over if they'd had a broader taste in music.
“So,” Margret begins, “you’re seventeen. Does this mean that you’re finishing secondary this year or next?”
“I’m graduating this year. I’m planning on taking next year off in order to come up with enough money to afford university. I want to study art. Both music and painting."
“That sounds like fun. Chris has another year left, but he too is interested in music.” Bill decides to leave the subject open for Chris to continue, but I have to push more to get some information.
“Do you play an instrument?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Yes, I play the drums.”
“Me too! How long have you been playing?”
“A couple years, not too long.” He shrugs, smiling as he forks in a mouthful of the thick stew.
“I’ve been playing for five years now. Maybe you could hook me up with a group to play in.”
“Oh yeah, there’s always someone looking to form a garage band type thing. The groups don’t usually stay together very long though, because there’s a lot of disagreements in style. I play for the thrill of it, and am not one for those things. I prefer my sports over loud clangs. I know of a couple people who could maybe pull some strings for you though.”
“Hey, music is all grades together right? So we’ll have at least one course together.”
Chris and I continue to talk about the many things we discover we have in common, while Margret and Bill leave to take care of little Whitney (who is very adorable by the way.) Sunny and Kyla continue to bombard me with silly questions and stories about their lives, constantly disappointed that I'm not interested in the same things as them, but very amused at the fact that I like to shop at the same stores as them. As annoying as these two girls are, I find it cute how hard they try to grab my attention, and how they never give up. I think Chris and I will be great friends.