Matt and Dom have loved eachother since the sixth grade without knowing the other liked them.
When Matt get's kicked out of his home by his stepmom at the age of sixteen, he goes to Dom's home and stays there till further notice.
The dance is coming...
Days were always a bit strange for the two guys, Dominic Howard and Matt Bellamy. It was the year 1994, the two were sixteen, in eleventh grade. Matt had seen Dom in the sixth grade, and a spark of something hit him as soon as he saw Dom. Dom also experienced something similar, yet he just brushed it off and decided to ask the other boy for some glue.
"Hey, can i borrow that glue?" Dom asked the boy that sat in front of him, head shoved in his hands.
"Huh?" The boy looked up. His cheeks grew a bright red before he looks down again. "Uh' sure?"
Dom grabbed the glue. "Hey, what's your name?"
The boy began stuttering, "M-m-m-Matt..."
And thats how the two became the bestest of friends. But, this year, there was a dance at school, and neither one of them had a girlfriend. The two were sitting at lunch, Dom drawing.
"I wish Dom would ask me out-" Matt thought to himself, before quickly shaking his head.
"I CAN'T BE THINKING SHIT LIKE THAT!" Matt screamed, Dom flinching.
"Matt, the hell?" Dom looked up from his sketchbook.
"Oop, sorry Dom.." Matt looks down, quickly.
"Hey, it's fine, just what "cant you be thinking"?" Dom asks, placing his sketchbook onto the table.
"Uhm-" Matt sat there, afraid to answer.
Dom stared at Matt, feeling an urge to kiss him. You see, Dom tried to give hints that he liked Matt.
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Did Matt notice? Yes. Did Dom hope he didnt? Yes. Did Matt enjoy the small gestures? VERY MUCH SO!
Dom grabbed Matt's face, thoughtlessly, and moved Matt's face closer to his. Matt was caught off guard, his cheeks burning a bright red colour.
"Wha-wha- What are you doing?!?!" Matt questioned.
Dom's eyes widened, before he quickly let go with a, "Sorry!"
Matt grabbed Dom's hand. "Don't be... What were you trying to do, though?"
Dom stayed silent, his hand fidgeting with his pencil. Matt stared longingly into Dom's grey-green eyes, feeling his cheeks burn up more and more. Dom felt comfort, joy, in the touch of Matt's hand against his. Matt moved closer, their lips praactically touching. Before Dom could react, Matt kissed his lips.
Dom quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Matt.
Matt awoken in a sweat. It was all a dream? Matt sat up, his eyes began watering. It was just a damn dream!
In Dom's house, Dom was crying. He had just woken up from the same dream. Dom furiously grabbed his pencil and sketchbook and began drawing him and Matt... together.
The two didn't know the other liked the other. They sure as hell wished they liked each other. They were besties, unsepeartable, and everyone always assumed they were a couple. Both of them wished so badly that they could be a couple. Just, neither of them had the urge to tell the other.
The two were always called gay, and they didn't really mind. Dom was pansexual and Matt was bisexual. So, yeah I guess they were gay.
Matt stood up, his legs wobbling, as he walked downstairs. Or attempted to. He fell down the stairs, falling onto the ground with a splat! He moaned and groaned as he tried to stand up, failing miserably. His mom rushed over, and helped him up.
"Mathew! What on earth were you thinking!?!?!" His mom screamed.
"I wanted to go downstairs to get some breakfast! I'm starving, y'know!"
"But you fell on purpose!"
Matt stared at his mom, feeling dumbfounded.
"WHY ON EARTH WOULD I FALL ON PURPOSE? YOU MAKE NO FUCKING SENSE!"
This made his mom mad. "MIND THE LANGUAGE, YOU LIL BRATTY SHIT!"
"You say as you proceed to call me a lil bratty shit. Congratulations, dipshit," Matt said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
This wasn't even his real mom, this was his stepmom, that he hates. He loved his actual mom before she decided to just leave. His dad quickly recovered from the leaving of Matt's mother (which Matt couldn't understand how fast you can recover from something like that), and got a new wife.
And that was the last straw for his step momz as five minutes later, all of Matt's stuff was in bags and he was thrown out the front door.
Matt rolled to a stop on the sidewalk, outsiders walking past. A few people the same age as him walked and sang along to a song they were listening to through their headphones. Cars drove past, the ants halting to a stop at Matt's presence. The cracks on the part of the sidewalk that Matt laid on were now covered by his body.
He held m tears as he stood up and collected himself, his pink shirt now dirty from the grass and sidewalk. Matt grabbed his bags and walked off in a random direction, his black converse covered feet leading the way. Matt adjusted his blue sunglasses when he stopped for the Green light.
He looked over, eying Dom's house. Dom's house was a purplish colour, with yellow accents. He looked closer, seeing that Dom's room's light was on.
Matt walked into Dom's house direction, seeing that the red Toyota truck and black Chevy Bel Air 1954 were parked in the driveway.
