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pirateslotr87.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-01 10:50 pm
Wondering
Title: Wondering
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pirateslotr87
Pairing: DM/?? -whoever you want to imagine ;)
Rating: PG-minor language
Summary: Dom doesn't know what to do.
Feedback: Yes, please!
A/N: I wrote this at about 10:30 at night, it was written fairly quickly. Kind of short, i had an idea and i went with it.
Sitting. Sitting on the old couch that he had slept on after too many drinks at the bar. Where Dom had take care of him.
Staring. Staring at the kitchen table where they would always eat breakfast before going to film.
Smelling. Taking in the aroma of the man that was his best friend the man whom he spent every waking moment with.
Who was he kidding? There was no them. It was only in Dom’s imagination. He had not a clue how Dom really felt. Dom wasn’t content with letting him find out either.
He wasn’t allowed to feel like this. He just couldn’t. He had tried to hide it from himself, dancing all up on the girls at clubs and all that good stuff. It was shit, he new full well that he couldn’t just make this go away and he hated that. He’d always hated how he couldn’t control his feelings.
It was eating him up inside and he didn’t know who to go to about dealing it. He didn’t even want to admit it to himself and he knew if he admitted it to someone else, he’d be admitting it to himself as well. He just wasn’t ready for that.
You,
Who do you think you are? Making me fall in love with you. You think I wanted it to be like this? You think I wanted the rest of my life to be miserable because I can’t be with you? I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was when I first laid eyes on you and your gaze had you captured in my soul forever. Maybe it was even before then, before we ever met, soul mates. We have so much in common sometimes; you’d swear we were the same person. These feelings scare me because I’ve never felt like this before; I’ve never had to deal with anything like this in my life. I don’t think this will ever be fully explained and right now I don’t really want it to be. I can’t tell you because you’ll reject me. You’ll say ‘it will never work out. We should just be friends’ and I’ll waste away the rest of my life, wondering what could have been. I want to kiss you, but I can’t. It’s impossible. I’m going to end this now, before I go too far and I actually have to write your name out on this piece of paper and reveal to myself that ‘yes, it is actually you.’
Dom
Dom lay down on top of his bed and closed his eyes. In his mind he envisioned all the ways something could spark between them. Different scenarios. He felt like a teenager with a crush. This was no crush, this he knew. It was something much more, a deeper connection.
He left the letter on the coffee table in the living room, sitting open for days. After days of thinking it over and wondering what he should do. He decided to risk humiliation, and risk their friendship for something that could possibly be more. If he was rejected, he could be thankful for the fun times they had, right?
Dom was standing outside his doorstep and ringing the doorbell before he realized exactly what he was doing. The door opened and there he stood, making Dom fall in love with him more.
“Come on in” He said, motioning to Dom to step inside.
Dom froze on the doorstep and closed his eyes.
“I think it’s better if I don’t.”
Author:
pirateslotr87Pairing: DM/?? -whoever you want to imagine ;)
Rating: PG-minor language
Summary: Dom doesn't know what to do.
Feedback: Yes, please!
A/N: I wrote this at about 10:30 at night, it was written fairly quickly. Kind of short, i had an idea and i went with it.
Sitting. Sitting on the old couch that he had slept on after too many drinks at the bar. Where Dom had take care of him.
Staring. Staring at the kitchen table where they would always eat breakfast before going to film.
Smelling. Taking in the aroma of the man that was his best friend the man whom he spent every waking moment with.
Who was he kidding? There was no them. It was only in Dom’s imagination. He had not a clue how Dom really felt. Dom wasn’t content with letting him find out either.
He wasn’t allowed to feel like this. He just couldn’t. He had tried to hide it from himself, dancing all up on the girls at clubs and all that good stuff. It was shit, he new full well that he couldn’t just make this go away and he hated that. He’d always hated how he couldn’t control his feelings.
It was eating him up inside and he didn’t know who to go to about dealing it. He didn’t even want to admit it to himself and he knew if he admitted it to someone else, he’d be admitting it to himself as well. He just wasn’t ready for that.
You,
Who do you think you are? Making me fall in love with you. You think I wanted it to be like this? You think I wanted the rest of my life to be miserable because I can’t be with you? I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was when I first laid eyes on you and your gaze had you captured in my soul forever. Maybe it was even before then, before we ever met, soul mates. We have so much in common sometimes; you’d swear we were the same person. These feelings scare me because I’ve never felt like this before; I’ve never had to deal with anything like this in my life. I don’t think this will ever be fully explained and right now I don’t really want it to be. I can’t tell you because you’ll reject me. You’ll say ‘it will never work out. We should just be friends’ and I’ll waste away the rest of my life, wondering what could have been. I want to kiss you, but I can’t. It’s impossible. I’m going to end this now, before I go too far and I actually have to write your name out on this piece of paper and reveal to myself that ‘yes, it is actually you.’
Dom
Dom lay down on top of his bed and closed his eyes. In his mind he envisioned all the ways something could spark between them. Different scenarios. He felt like a teenager with a crush. This was no crush, this he knew. It was something much more, a deeper connection.
He left the letter on the coffee table in the living room, sitting open for days. After days of thinking it over and wondering what he should do. He decided to risk humiliation, and risk their friendship for something that could possibly be more. If he was rejected, he could be thankful for the fun times they had, right?
Dom was standing outside his doorstep and ringing the doorbell before he realized exactly what he was doing. The door opened and there he stood, making Dom fall in love with him more.
“Come on in” He said, motioning to Dom to step inside.
Dom froze on the doorstep and closed his eyes.
“I think it’s better if I don’t.”
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yeah, the um sentence above would be me trying to write all my feelings for this fic at the same time.
the whole letter was lovely. oh, Dom, just tell him! You can't keep it inside of you if it makes you feel like this!! -sigh-
Great job, sweetie. Very sad and good.
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