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Leave The Past Alone :finished:

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Mariano was a good friend, honestly, but what was his background?

This was a question that had been plaguing the brunette for a while now.  Sitting at the dinner table with his fist supporting his head and an arched eyebrow his eyes followed the blonde's movements through the living room.

He had known this guy for a month or two now and yet he knew nothing more than the information he had gotten at the beginning. Sure, Alastair had told Dominick everything he knew, but that just turned out to be the exact information he already had. So what was Mariano hiding?

Dominick frowned, as the blonde ignored the glare in his back and continued what he was doing.  So what did he know about this guy? Well he knew he was seventeen, turning eighteen on the fourth of April. He came out of the Netherlands, Rotterdam. Well, actually a small city near it, but it was closer to the well known larger city of Rotterdam.  He had a father, a mother, a twin sister and three pets. He knew hobbies, favorite colors, all that crap you tell friends when you start to befriend them.

So, why did he knew nothing about this guy's past? It was like he just magically appeared at the age of seventeen. What happened in his childhood that he refuses to talk about it? Hell, Dominick didn't even know why Mariano decided to go to America. For education? While he had the feeling that would be the blonde's answer, his common sense whispered that somehow, there should be more behind it.

"Mar?"
"Hmm?"
"How come I know nothing about your childhood? Your family?"
"Neither are important for you to know."

Two green, cold looking orbs glared straight into a set of brown eyes that stared back in an annoyed fashion. Mariano's eyes didn't show anything, but the sudden sharp tone of his voice gave away that it was a sensitive subject.

"You can tell me, y'know. "
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Because you sound like a broken record."

A silence fell between the two of them, but was quickly broken by the calming tunes of a guitar. Focusing his attention on that, Dominick felt ignored and didn't like it that his questions where avoided like that. He supported his head with his other hand, since the left one was starting to feel a bit numb.

"Look, if something is troubling you, you should tell your friends. It's why they are there."
"None of my friends is my therapist. I can solve my own problems.  If I had any."
"You are avoiding my questions."
"Am not."
"What are you hiding?"
"The magic potion for eternal life. That was sarcasm."

Dominick sighed. This was impossible. Mariano had switched from his guitar to his laptop an- wait just a moment. Mariano never went anywhere without that thing, meaning that practically his whole life was in that thing. If he could somehow get his hands on it, maybe it could bring some answers. An smirk slowly appeared on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, nothing."


~A few weeks later~



Well, getting Mariano's laptop had proven t be impossible, since he guarded that thing with his life. It had shoved Dominick straight into the situation of 'getting caught red handed' and he had the gut feeling that if he didn't gave it back immediately, he would be in a serious fight.

He knew how to defend himself, honestly.  He just didn't feel like fighting a friend over this.

"And just exactly what do you think you're doing with my laptop?"
"I accidently knocked it of the table, but I caught it before it could hit the floor."
"I like to have it back. Now."

With a bit of mumbling Dominick gave the laptop back. A sudden idea hit him in the back of his head and he figured this was the perfect moment to start about the blonde's past again.

"Important stuff in there?"
"School stuff, mostly."

The brunette blinked a few times and a mischievous grin appeared.

"Y'know if you want me to believe your lies you really need to keep your voice in control. Your voice is a stab in the back to your honesty and credibility. Now, mind telling me what I've been wanting to know for the past few weeks now? Keyword here being past."
"Oh sweet mother of mercy not that again. Why can't we just leave my history beside this? I don't want to talk about it."
"You must have a reason to hide it."
"Dude, you're not my mother, stop acting like one. I owe you nothing, definitely not my back story."

The atmosphere became more tense as the two glared at each other intensely, before a third guy joined them after just walking through the open front door. The dark haired boy with a scarf looked from the brunette to the blonde and back again.

"Let me guess, I don't want to know what this is all about?"
"No, because it's none of your business, Al"

Clearly feeling concerned by both these guys, Mariano walked away out of the door, disappearing quickly before the other two could register and act to what just happened. Alastair grabbed Dominick before the brunette could dash off and go after his roommate.

"Chill, Dom. Give him a minute or ten, then go after him. I'll tell you where he always goes when he's like this."


Finally, after being held back by Al for ten minutes, Dominick could go away and find the lost guy. Well, lost, he knew exactly where the blonde was hiding. It wasn't too long until he found him sitting exactly where Al said he would be, on a bench near a fountain where nobody went anymore since the last twenty years.

"Heey."
"I was pretty clear, I don't-"
"Then don't. Keep all your secrets to yourself like a walking time bomb.  Just don't expect anyone to be there to glue the pieces back together once you hit your limit."


[Mariano's POV]


I bit my lower lip in frustration as the guy next to me on this bench was messing around with his cell phone.  I knew he was right, I just wish he wasn't. But from experience I knew that I had to tell what was bothering me to someone, because I was indeed a bomb waiting to explode and then I could start all over again picking up the pieces and placing them back together. Problem was, I was running out  of superglue, bandages, chains and other things to hold myself together.

Another problem was that telling kind of out ruled my chance of finally forgetting the things I had been through, in my opinion. Going to the USA had always been my dream ever since I was a child, but it was also my escape from a country that drove me crazy and worked on my nerves. I didn't ditch it for nothing and I didn't leave my stories there for nothing.  Silently listening to the noises the cell phone made, it became clear Dominick was going to stay exactly where he was until I actually told him everything. Might as well do that and get it the hell over with.

"Fine, if you really need to know… I was actually born in Rotterdam, five minutes earlier than my sister, but when we turned four our parents moved to a smaller city nearby. My sister went through all the eight years of elementary school, but I skipped a grade and apparently that was a reason for people to start bullying me. I've been bullied from the beginning of fourth grade until the end of the seventh, because in the last grade a new person popped up and they turned on him instead. I never joined them, I even became his friend just because I refused to be like they were and because I knew what he was going through. So basically, I still wasn't popular, but at least I was left alone.

Either way, after six months of peace, my family ended up having a fight with my parents and they cut the bonds on my 13th birthday. That wouldn't have broken me so much if it had happened later on, but no. Right at the moment where I had almost dug my way out of an deep low, they came around, stepped on my hand and kicked me right back. Well, after two relationships that went no where and after finishing highschool, I finally had enough money to move away from a country that never made me feel at home and I never felt more brave then when I stepped out of the airplane that brought me here.

But still, sometimes… I just feel so lonely, like nobody cares. "

An awkward silence fell between him and me, that seemed to go on forever before he patted my back.

"I care, you idiot. You're loyal, trustworthy, smart, funny and most of all, a great friend. Don't ever think so low of yourself again, or I'm forced to slap some sense into you. Got it?"
"… Yes."
"Besides, if you ever need to vent, just come to me, okay?"
"Fine."
"Good. Besides, you're coming with me, I want you to meet my other friends."

Oh for fuck's sake.
Decided to make it one file after all because all the pieces were so HUUUGE on their own :sarcasm:

"Sure, Alastair had told Dominick everything he knew-"
Eh, Hi Alastair?
"but that just turned out to be the exact information he already had."
Goodbye, Alastair. :iconwhutplz:

"The dark haired boy with a scarf looked from the brunette to the blonde and back again."
Helloooo Alastair.
"It wasn't too long until he found him sitting exactly where Al said he would be"
Bye Alastair. :iconwthplz:
STOP YOUR RANDOM APPEARING/DISSAPPEARING. Seriously he even does that when I'm planning stories in my head, wtf?




"No, that's what they do! They act like they'll love you, they act like they'll be there forever, then one day they take all their stuff, move out and take their love with them and leave their declawed cat behind to fend for herself!
...
They leave her... wondering, what she did wrong."

Mittens from Bolt. Love that quote, it's so sad and you can read such a deep meaning into this.


So yeah, Mariano didn't exactly have the most pleasant past ever. *patpat*

Alastair (C) :iconxxstarxxgirlxx:
Dominick (C) :iconrandomness14:
Mariano (C) :iconemurelle: ME :D
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Cmere, Mariano, lemme give you a hug.