New Fic
this is my first vam fic ever... um please review, concrit's appreciated, but pwease be gentle... unless it's really that bad *hides*
Title: don't have on yet :/
Pairing: um Vam obviously
Rating: R...for language I suppose
Summary: Ville and Bam are both miserable without the other, but as Ville visits Bam as a surprise, will they finally admit their feelings or continue denying them to the bitter end?
*~Ville~*
I’m sitting here in this dingy little café in Philly, sipping on the disgusting brew that they sold me as coffee… I’m just minding my business, flipping through the local newspaper, and suddenly your voice surrounds me. I look up, surprised, but then I realise that they’re playing a rerun of your show on the radio. I sigh, dig around in my pockets for a cigarette and light it. Taking a drag, I lean back and think. Think about what the hell it is I’m doing here. I could say I got nothing better to do than spring a surprise visit on you, having finished the US tour and still having a few weeks before touring Europe. But I know the truth. I needed to see you again, hear you again, feel you again in person, even if I only got friendly hugs and pecks on the cheek, unless those times when we were both pretty drunk, and I would peck you on the lips. But you never said anything the next day, so I always thought you were too drunk to remember. But I treasure those moments, I really do. I’m not dumb or blind, I know what they say about you, that you idolize and worship me, hell, are obsessed with me… but I believe it would only be wishful thinking on my side. With a sigh, I take another drag off the cigarette, the venomous nicotine filling my lungs.
This is my way of killing myself slowly, socially sanctioned suicide, that’s what smoking is. I stand up from my chair, tossed a five dollar note on the table for the disgusting coffee, take my duffel bag and head out onto the street.
*~Bam~*
As I lay on the couch, sipping on my beer, my thoughts turn to you, again, like they always do when I have a moment to myself. You don’t know how much I miss you, just how badly I want to see you again, but despite all my false bravado I’m too much of a pussy to fly my ass over to Finland. I could say I had nothing better to do than fly around the half of the world and sit hours in an airplane to visit my favourite Finn and drink a couple of beers, but that isn’t true. I want more from you than friendly chats and phone calls, meaningless hugs and the sort. But I guess that’s all I’ll ever get from you, so I cherish those memories of you hugging me, or even on those rare occasions when I get a peck on the lips… those are the memories I cherish most. But this only happens when you’re really annihilated, and you never remember these drunken kisses (if one could call them that) anyway, so I just feel it’s best not to bring it up. I stand up, on wobbly legs, and sluggishly make my way over to the pirate bar. I slump down on one of the chairs, oblivious of the chaos around me, of all the people drinking, smoking, dancing… don’t really want to know what else they’re doing. I rest my head on my crossed arms on the table, and wish that you were here. Even if just for a friendly chat. But I really need you here, because, as cliché as that sounds, I’m slowly going crazy without you. The last time we talked was about a week after you returned to Finland, when you were feeling depressive for (well to me) no discernible reason and you phoned me to get you out of your weird little funk. I sighed and stood up. Maybe, just maybe if I wish hard enough, my wish will come true and you will be here soon.
And at that moment, there was a faint knock on the door.
So...what do you think? Should I continue this or not?
please pretty please with sugar lumps on top, review? *puppy eyes*
Title: don't have on yet :/
Pairing: um Vam obviously
Rating: R...for language I suppose
Summary: Ville and Bam are both miserable without the other, but as Ville visits Bam as a surprise, will they finally admit their feelings or continue denying them to the bitter end?
*~Ville~*
I’m sitting here in this dingy little café in Philly, sipping on the disgusting brew that they sold me as coffee… I’m just minding my business, flipping through the local newspaper, and suddenly your voice surrounds me. I look up, surprised, but then I realise that they’re playing a rerun of your show on the radio. I sigh, dig around in my pockets for a cigarette and light it. Taking a drag, I lean back and think. Think about what the hell it is I’m doing here. I could say I got nothing better to do than spring a surprise visit on you, having finished the US tour and still having a few weeks before touring Europe. But I know the truth. I needed to see you again, hear you again, feel you again in person, even if I only got friendly hugs and pecks on the cheek, unless those times when we were both pretty drunk, and I would peck you on the lips. But you never said anything the next day, so I always thought you were too drunk to remember. But I treasure those moments, I really do. I’m not dumb or blind, I know what they say about you, that you idolize and worship me, hell, are obsessed with me… but I believe it would only be wishful thinking on my side. With a sigh, I take another drag off the cigarette, the venomous nicotine filling my lungs.
This is my way of killing myself slowly, socially sanctioned suicide, that’s what smoking is. I stand up from my chair, tossed a five dollar note on the table for the disgusting coffee, take my duffel bag and head out onto the street.
*~Bam~*
As I lay on the couch, sipping on my beer, my thoughts turn to you, again, like they always do when I have a moment to myself. You don’t know how much I miss you, just how badly I want to see you again, but despite all my false bravado I’m too much of a pussy to fly my ass over to Finland. I could say I had nothing better to do than fly around the half of the world and sit hours in an airplane to visit my favourite Finn and drink a couple of beers, but that isn’t true. I want more from you than friendly chats and phone calls, meaningless hugs and the sort. But I guess that’s all I’ll ever get from you, so I cherish those memories of you hugging me, or even on those rare occasions when I get a peck on the lips… those are the memories I cherish most. But this only happens when you’re really annihilated, and you never remember these drunken kisses (if one could call them that) anyway, so I just feel it’s best not to bring it up. I stand up, on wobbly legs, and sluggishly make my way over to the pirate bar. I slump down on one of the chairs, oblivious of the chaos around me, of all the people drinking, smoking, dancing… don’t really want to know what else they’re doing. I rest my head on my crossed arms on the table, and wish that you were here. Even if just for a friendly chat. But I really need you here, because, as cliché as that sounds, I’m slowly going crazy without you. The last time we talked was about a week after you returned to Finland, when you were feeling depressive for (well to me) no discernible reason and you phoned me to get you out of your weird little funk. I sighed and stood up. Maybe, just maybe if I wish hard enough, my wish will come true and you will be here soon.
And at that moment, there was a faint knock on the door.
So...what do you think? Should I continue this or not?
please pretty please with sugar lumps on top, review? *puppy eyes*