Love Is Our Resistance

Is It Just Madness?

"Dom..."

"PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE I'M GAY!!!" Dom yelled, scaring off a flock of seagulls with his louder tone.

"Fine I won't tell" I sigh, motioning a zip across my mouth. "But, on one condition."

"What do you want me to do?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Stop being a dick to me... and umm... let me join Gothic Plauge"

"Sure, I've heard you play so you won't need to audition. But I can't guarantee that my mates will leave you alone." He turns his gaze to ground, looking ashamed.

"No, I'm not bothered about your mates, I want to know if YOU will stop it with your little comments." I look harshly at the blonde.

"Yeah I promise, I won't say anything to hurt you ever again" Dom stands up and slowly begins to walk away.

"Wait Dom!"

He stops and turns to me.

"I think... I like you too" I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. His stunning grey eyes meet mine as he smiles.

Dom runs back towards me. As he becomes within an arms reach of me, he opens his arms and pulls me into a tight embrace. His arms around my waist, I carefully move my arms around him and rest them in the contours of his back. I feel something wet drip into the crook of my collarbone.

"Why are you crying?" I whisper as I gently push Dom away so I can see his beautiful face. His long dirty blonde hair drapes across his face just right, to compliment his grey eyes, their colour seems to shift to a deep blue as a cloud covers the spring sun. His lips are so delicate they're perfect. Tears slowly drip down his flawless skin.

"Matt, the reason I was a dick to you is because..." he chokes himself on the now icy air.

"Hey it's ok Dom, you can tell me" I motion him to sit on the short grass.

We sit in silence for a minute before Dom speaks up.

"Well... I've been insecure about my uhh... sexuality a couple of years now. I came out to my parents a few months ago and they didn't take it well. Ever since then they've been threatening to kick me out the house, I can't tell my mates because they'll probably beat me up. So I've just taken all my anger out on you... because... you're my weakness... and I wanted to be strong... I'm so sorry..." He hides his face in shame.

"Don't be sorry Dom, I don't blame you for being like that, I'd pwoperly do the same thing if I was in your situation. If you want you can come over to my place. I'm home alone and it would be nice to have some company." A smile creeps across my lips.

"No it's ok, I should get back home. My snare's fucked, and the drumhead I ordered should've arrived in the post today. But thanks for the offer."

"I've got an Amiga 500 with a 1 megabyte upgrade and the new version of Cannon Fodder. Are you sure you don't want to come over?"

"Ughh go on then" Dom rolls his eyes overdramaticly, wiping the last tear from his cheek.

Before he could change his mind, I yanked his arm, forcing him to his feet. We began the 10 minute walk home. Dom is so nice to talk to, I could listen to him for hours. He's so laid back compared to me, I'm a bit all over the place if I'm gonna be honest. He was telling me more about Gothic Plague, and how their performance of "Kill your TV" went during the talent show 2 weeks ago. They sounded pretty good to be honest, I'm still not sure if I'll fit in though.

He was saying that my piano improvision in the talent show was beautiful. That's the first time anyone from school (expect the teachers) has complimented my piano playing, I usually get called a "posh twat" whenever I play anything classical. They don't even like my blues, claiming that I'm just "smacking my hands on the keys." I'd love to see them try and play something by Rachmaninov, it would be hilarious.

As soon as we got to my house, we went straight onto my Amiga. We must have been playing for hours, I look out the window to see the sky now painted with darkness, with only the moon and stars to illuminate it.

Unfortunately, Dom had to leave. I wish he could've stayed the night. Just being near him makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, we barely know each other and yet, I feel so close to him. He electrifies my life, he makes me feel more alive than ever before.

Mabye I can accept myself, for who I am. Even after all the shit that's happened in school, and it's all because the boy who used to bully me is now the one I want to spend my life with. All of this happened in a few hours. Heh, life is strange.

And now I need to know is this real love,

Or is it just madness?

I'm left to ponder alone, in the building I call home.