Hopeles Romantic 1/1

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Well, I'm certainly productive tonight. *snerk* 

Anyways, Here's the fruit of my labours, brought on by excessive listening to the Bouncing Souls and to the nagging plot bunny that wanted to see a nervous, punk-liking, tongue tied Dom, so here we go!

domslover: Yes, he finally says it.

[Bad username or unknown identity: Disclaimers: Prose is mine. Song belongs to The Bouncing Souls. ]

[Bad username or unknown identity: I wish I could own Billy and Dom. Just for two nights. I'd return them. Honest.]

[Bad username or unknown identity: Warnings: None really. Unless you feel strongly about molested jukeboxes.]

[Bad username or unknown identity: Pairings: monaboyd. duh.]

[Bad username or unknown identity: Archiving/Feedback: Sure on both counts][Bad username or unknown identity: !]

monaboyd, x-posted to fellow_shippers

Billy watched as Dom kept bouncing up and checking the crummy old jukebox in the bar they were drinking at.

It was sort of a regular thing for Dom to do that, since he tended to be a bit of a purist about his music.

Half of the time when they went out, Dom had spent a lot of his time simply making denigrating comments at the choice of music that the proprietors had chosen to play that evening.

It had become a bit of a joke between them, and it had prompted Elijah into teasing him about it.

“Face it mate, not everyone can equal your perfect taste in music, they’re only mere mortals.”

Dom had scowled and given it a bit of a rest, but the fact that he was extremely picky had stayed.

Billy should have been used to it by now, after all, they had been mates for how long?

But this night, it was grating on his nerves, since he only wanted to sit, have a few drinks and talk to his best mate. Nothing complicated.

But Dom’s behaviour was making it complicated and Billy’s patience was wearing thin.

“Dom! Do I have to tie you to the chair or what?” Billy almost yelled at his friend, who jumped as if he had been poked with something sharp.

“Keep your shorts on, Bills.”  Dom yelled back, blushing slightly at being treated like a little kid.

But he did as he was bid and returned to the table.

He took a few sips of his pint of Newcastle in a futile effort to calm his thudding heart.

Billy watched him, the questions in his eyes clear.

But Dom didn’t give him the benefit of an answer.

Not because he wanted to be a prick. Or because he wanted to play games with him.

It was a bit more complicated than that.

That was why he sat there, drinking his ale and practically counting the minutes until the songs he had chosen would start playing.

“So...are you gonna talk to me or are you going to sit there and inhale booze all night?”

Billy asked, finally getting irritated with the silence between them.

It had been like that for most of the night. Him practically prying for a response while Dom either drank, shrugged, or molested the juke-box.

Dom finished off the last of his Newcastle and placed the empty pint glass with exaggerated care on the table.

“I am gonna talk, Bills. That’s why we’re here, right?” Dom asked, his eyes looking a bit wounded as he spoke, making Billy wince.

“I’m sorry Dom. I didn’t mean to sound like a whiny bastard. It’s just that it’s getting fucken frustrating having you be all mute and harassing that damned jukebox.”

Dom grinned a bit at the way that Billy had described what he had been doing and immediately felt a twinge of regret at not telling his mate why things were proceeding the way that they were.

It wasn’t that he liked getting a rise out of Billy. Well...not a lot of the time, at any rate.

It was just that..what he wanted to tell him, he found he really didn’t have the words for.

He had tried.

Lord knew his cat knew, since he had subjected the poor animal to countless failed conversations that had served to convince him that even though he was a gifted wordsmith a lot of the time, This time had come to defeat him.

He had tried to find the words, but nothing had come out right. It was too awkward. Or too flowery. Too needy. Too dry.

So he had decided to just wing it and try and live with the fall-out of his words.

That was, if he could ever get over the fall-out he was sure would happen.

He had asked himself, as he had gotten ready to meet Billy, whether it would be better if he simply kept his mouth shut.

He debated that for about seven minutes before dismissing it as one of the stupidest ideas he’s ever had.

“Although it might be a good idea afterwards, if things go fucked.”

The little voice in his mind taunted him before he forcibly told it to shut up and mind its own business.

So he had gone to the pub, met up with Billy and had tried to find the right time to say it.

But it didn’t seem to come.

He was too scared. Too nervous. There was too much of a chance that he was gonna screw it up.

So he had remained quiet and kicked back ale and looked at the selection of music on the jukebox.

He hadn’t seen anything worth playing until he was nearly at the end of the selection when he spotted a Bouncing Souls CD cover.

Grinning to himself, Dom fed a handful of quarters into the machine and punched in every single song on the album.

At least he wasn’t gonna have his hopes stomped on to country or worse...Celine Dion or J-lo or something like that.

His train of thought was broken by Billy sighing.

His head jerked up and he found himself looking at Billy’s expectant eyes.

The look was enough to bring him back to earth and to the moment he had been waiting for with sick anticipation. 

Kind of like going to a funeral of a beloved person while hoping to get laid there as well.

“So was I right?” Billy asked softly, the words underlaid with a hint of steel and anger.

Dom felt his cheeks burn and he shook his head, his throat closing up in reaction to Billy’s words.

“So are you gonna say anything Dom?” Billy asked, feeling as if he was dealing with a little kid.

Dom nodded and took a deep breath.

“Well...it’s just that it’s kinda fucken hard to tell you what I want to tell you. I’m just really fucken nervous, that’s why I was acting weird.”

Billy’s eyes softened.

“Hey, Dom, you know we’re mates. Best mates. You can tell me anything, alright? Anything.”

Dom nodded, feeling relieved at hearing Billy say that. Even though it may turn out to not to be true, it was comforting to hear him say that.

Taking a deep breath, Dom opened his mouth and was about to speak

when the first song he had picked came blaring out loud and clear:

“I don't know what other people see
or what they think is love
But I know what it means to me
I fall in love so easily
And it's hard to let your guard down
Something you never wanted to
But I gave you my heart and if you turned away
I guess I'd be screwed, but...
I'm a hopeless romantic
(You’re just hopeless)...”

Dom kinda laughed, making Billy look at him funny.

“What’s so funny?”

Dom pointed at the speaker above his head.

“That was pretty much what I wanted to say to you Bills. I was going to say it more plainly, but that’s about the main idea of it.”

Billy blinked at Dom and shook his head as he let out a short bark of a laugh.

“You silly bugger.”

Dom eyes widened at this.

“You’re not a hopeless romantic. Not to me, at any rate.”

Dom’s heart jumped into his throat, effectively choking out any words he could have thought of.

There didn’t seem to be a need for them though, because at that point, Billy leaned over the table, grabbed his face with both of his hand and kissed him.

END.