Love Is Our Resistance

Falling Down

Teignmouth, probably the most boring place in the world. The only thing keeping me alive is music, if I didn't have my guitar then I'd most likely be 6 feet under by now.

I suppose being 15 years old in a town where nothing changes isn't the most exciting existence, is it? I don't get noticed much, I'm more of an outcast in school. To everyone in my year I'm just, "the fag who talks to ghosts and plays guitar and piano." Heh a fucking fag, I'm not gay...or...

No, I won't let them get in my head.

The only people who actually talk to me are over the age of 40, and that's just because my last name's Bellamy. Yeah my dad played rhythm guitar in The Tornados, but I bearly see him anymore. I guess he's the reason I got into music, I've been around it since before I can remember.

I've been inspired to become greater than my dad, I want people to see the name Bellamy and think about me, not my dad. Like that's ever going to happen. I'll probably just end up working as a bartender or something.

Today's dragged, you'd think school would be interesting. But noooo, in Chemistry all we learned was how atoms are made of protons, neutrons and electrons. How am I gonna use that information in the future? It's not exactly relevant to music.

That reminds me, I saw a poster earlier, Gothic Plague were looking for a new guitarist. Part of me wants to audition, after all they are the most popular band in town, everyone wants to be a part of it. I guess everyone would, considering Dominic Howard is the drummer. He's the most popular boy in the school, the girls are always talking about him. I don't see why he's popular though, he's a dick.

After 6 hours of hell, school is finally over. It's a beautiful day, the sun's warm rays hitting my pale skin feel like bliss, the light breeze flowing through my wild, static hair. The sound of the waves hitting the pebble beach along with the salty smell of the sea, this is nice.

I walk down to The Den, throw my bag on the freshly cut grass and lay down watching the clouds dance by.

I've been working on a song for a few weeks now, it's almost finished. I begin to sing it to myself .

"I'm falling down,
And 15 thousand people scream,
They were all begging for your dream,
I'm falling down,
Five thousand houses burning down,
No one is gonna save this town."

"Is Teignmouth really THAT bad?"

I hear a voice rip me from my thoughts. I look up to see a silhouette stood above me, blocking the sun from my eyes.

"Umm... hey... uhhh... hope you don't me asking... who are you?" The words struggle to escape from my mouth.

"Oh sorry, I'm Dominic. You're Matthew right? Sorry to disturb you, I heard you playing guitar in the music room at lunch. You're pretty talented" the boy smiles softly.

"Dominic Howard?" Is this really him, is he really talking to me, did he just say I was talented? Am I dreaming?

"Yeah that's me, but please call me Dom" he replied, the same soft delicate smile across his lips, illuminating his striking grey eyes.

"Uhhh... thanks Dom, I just like to play in my free time" I say tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"You are Matthew, right? It's would be a tad embarrassing if you weren't." Dom giggles quietly to himself,  blushing ever so slightly.

"I prefer to go by Matt" I return his smile, becoming more comfortable in the conversation.

I don't believe this, the boy who usually hates me, is now having a normal conversation like we've been friends for years. He's always been a complete dickhead to me, him and his mates would leave crudely written notes on my desk like, "Bellend" and "hope you choke to death on a dick xxx" of course with the sarcastic little kisses at the end.

What has caused Dominic Howard of all people to take such a drastic turn in personality?

He soon answers my unspoken question.

"Matt, I know I've been a right arse to you for the last few years. I would like to apologise, if you'd accept my apology, after all I've said. Things haven't been easy y'know, I've well..." he stops and suddenly turns red.

"What is it?" I muse

"I've... uhhh... been coming to terms with myself I guess" he shrugs his shoulders

"Meaning?"

"Well I've got all these girls trying to get with me, but..."

"But what Dom?" I say softly.

"I'm... I'm... gay" I see tears forming in his stormy eyes. The squeal of a seagull cuts through the tense air.

"Why are you telling me that?" Yes Dom is hot I will admit, but I'm confused as to why he's coming out to me of all people. Ok I may actually be gay too, but why is he telling me this?

"Because I like you... a lot" his face turns crimson, but for some reason his words complete me, like the final piece of a jigsaw pushed seamlessly into place.

Have I fallen for Dominic Howard?