Part THREE has arrived ^_^
Title: There isn't a title so far. more and likely won't ever be.
Chapter: 3.
Rating: no rating really. some cussing.
Summary: mmm, i dunnoo, read it.
Authors Note: I really really like how you guys respond to my work ^_^ There for I'm continuing. I like this chapter, but its as much as I can get out. I'm going to need to do some serious brainstorming to figure out what the hell I'm gunna do with these two crazy love birds. -_-
part one
part two
Ville turned in the passengers seat to look behind him at the quickly shrinking Jonna, looking slightly helpless as she watched her finacee drive away from their nearly finished wedding with someone else. His best friend... Or even worse, a man.
poor girl, Ville thought feeling terrible for leaving Jonna without a mere clue as to what was going on, or what to do with the restless guests.
But he had bigger problems to deal with, for now atleast.
He flicked his cigarette casually, and looked at Bam, who stared intensely at the road Streched out before them.
"What's your problem?" Ville said accusingly, making Bam gape at Ville disbelivingly.
"What's MY problem?! Ville, one moment you're telling me you're inlove with Jonna, and the next moment you're shoving your tounge down my throat- and I'm supposed to be totally okay with this?" Bam shouted furiously, slamming the breaks and swiveling to the side of the road, glaring at Ville as he turned the engine off.
Ville's casual-cool mask faltered as he looked down at his feet shamefully. He hadn't really considered how his feelings for Bam, and his actions would effect their relationship now. "I don't know what to say. I mean... I'm sorry I guess?" Ville said to his shoes feebley.
Bam groaned, tossing his head back, his fists balling into his messy brown hair, frustrated as his eyes closed.
Ville opened his mouth, then quickly shut it, searching for the correct words to say.
"I thought- Ah hell," He sighed, "I thought you felt the same. I mean... There were signs-"
"What SIGNS?!"
"There were signs Bam, and you know it. I mean- hell its impossible to feel like this and not have the feelings returned... I'm inlove with you..." Ville looked up at Bam shyly. "Right...?"
Bam stared back, his mouth hanging open in confusion, looking rather adorable. This made a sheepish smile fall across Ville's face.
Bam's eyes narrowed killing the smile instantly.
Ville sighed, and took a drag of his cigarette before putting it out, promptly telling himself he was in drastic need of some vodka right about now.
"Alright." Ville said as he opened the door, slid out of the lambrigini, and gentley closed it behind him. He sighed dramatically, as many european rockstars had mastered, and started down the road to no where in paticular.
Bam groaned again, cursing to himself under his breath, and started the car, creeping slowly up to an even pace with the stingy Finnman. He rolled the passenger side window down. "Ville..."
"No, its okay, I'm perfectly capable of seeing when I'm unwanted... Have a perfect life, Bam Margera, with your shitty skating, and stupid show... and girlfriend or... or whatever." Ville muttered under his breath, refusing to look at Bam.
"Fuck Ville, you look like a total asshole! get in the goddamned car." Bam said, rolling his eyes.
"NO! I'm not even speaking to you until you admit it, you liked my kiss, and you've liked me from day one, and- How can you even DENY anything? Bam- We've kissed before! We've cuddeled, and held hands, and fed each other- We've even slept in the same bed together! plus-," Ville smiled devilishly, "I've seen you naked before."
"Fucking hell, Ville-" Bam groaned, as he seriously considered just leaving his ass there on the side of the road. "C'mon-"
"you've seen my peter Bam, AND I'VE SEEN YOURS!! YOU CAN'T DENY! I'VE SEEN YOUR PEEEETER!" Ville screamed, pointing accusingly at Bam.
"JESUS CHRIST-" Bam said furiously, twisting around to see if anyone was near enough to hear Ville's sudden outburst.
"Oh go to hell Bam," Ville snarled. "But admit you love me first."
"Fine, what-the-fuck-ever, just get in the car-"
"NO! you've gotta mean it! I'm not going anywhere with you, you filthy American!" Ville said stiffly.
"Oh fuck-" Bam slammed the breaks to a complete stop, making Ville jump, as Bam jumped out of the car and ran around the front towards Ville.
He shifted uneasily affraid Bam was going to hit him at first-
Bam grabbed Ville roughly by the shoulders and painfully yanked him into an awkward kiss.
His mouth was pressed so hard against Villes, that he could taste a bit of blood mingled between their sudden kiss, not sure if it was Bam's, or his own. Bam pulled away, breathing heavily, and whipping the blood from his mouth, his eyes locked with Villes.
Ville's mouth hung open in shock, and he suddenly understood.
All those little moments... I wasn't alone... I never was...
Ville snorted, "Kissing you is like kissing an 11 year old, Bam."
Bam rolled his eyes, taken a bit by suprise, and held back the urge of punch Ville in his smug face. "I'm not even that much shorter then you, diva dickwad. Now get your ass in the car, Or i'll hit you in the face like, so bad." Bam threatened, normality a bit more restored.
"If you could reach..."
"What was that, asshole?"
"Nothin'." Ville smirked, and did as he was told, crawling into the seat besides Bam, wanting nothing more then to throw himself at Bam at that very moment. Nothing was said, but they both understood perfectly what had just happened.
I'll give him time... Ville thought to himself as he studied Bam, who was pulling back onto the road, trying his hardest to recover his bad-boy skateboarder image.
Ville smiled. Oh... Silly, but so beautiful you are, My Bam..., He thought to himself.
the words "My bam" Echoed through his head, as the purple lambrigini disappeared down the road, the sun sparkling beautifully off the car top.
"Hey Bam..."
"What?"
"I'm hungry."
"Oh for fucks sake, Ville!"
to be continued ^_^
Chapter: 3.
Rating: no rating really. some cussing.
Summary: mmm, i dunnoo, read it.
Authors Note: I really really like how you guys respond to my work ^_^ There for I'm continuing. I like this chapter, but its as much as I can get out. I'm going to need to do some serious brainstorming to figure out what the hell I'm gunna do with these two crazy love birds. -_-
part one
part two
Ville turned in the passengers seat to look behind him at the quickly shrinking Jonna, looking slightly helpless as she watched her finacee drive away from their nearly finished wedding with someone else. His best friend... Or even worse, a man.
poor girl, Ville thought feeling terrible for leaving Jonna without a mere clue as to what was going on, or what to do with the restless guests.
But he had bigger problems to deal with, for now atleast.
He flicked his cigarette casually, and looked at Bam, who stared intensely at the road Streched out before them.
"What's your problem?" Ville said accusingly, making Bam gape at Ville disbelivingly.
"What's MY problem?! Ville, one moment you're telling me you're inlove with Jonna, and the next moment you're shoving your tounge down my throat- and I'm supposed to be totally okay with this?" Bam shouted furiously, slamming the breaks and swiveling to the side of the road, glaring at Ville as he turned the engine off.
Ville's casual-cool mask faltered as he looked down at his feet shamefully. He hadn't really considered how his feelings for Bam, and his actions would effect their relationship now. "I don't know what to say. I mean... I'm sorry I guess?" Ville said to his shoes feebley.
Bam groaned, tossing his head back, his fists balling into his messy brown hair, frustrated as his eyes closed.
Ville opened his mouth, then quickly shut it, searching for the correct words to say.
"I thought- Ah hell," He sighed, "I thought you felt the same. I mean... There were signs-"
"What SIGNS?!"
"There were signs Bam, and you know it. I mean- hell its impossible to feel like this and not have the feelings returned... I'm inlove with you..." Ville looked up at Bam shyly. "Right...?"
Bam stared back, his mouth hanging open in confusion, looking rather adorable. This made a sheepish smile fall across Ville's face.
Bam's eyes narrowed killing the smile instantly.
Ville sighed, and took a drag of his cigarette before putting it out, promptly telling himself he was in drastic need of some vodka right about now.
"Alright." Ville said as he opened the door, slid out of the lambrigini, and gentley closed it behind him. He sighed dramatically, as many european rockstars had mastered, and started down the road to no where in paticular.
Bam groaned again, cursing to himself under his breath, and started the car, creeping slowly up to an even pace with the stingy Finnman. He rolled the passenger side window down. "Ville..."
"No, its okay, I'm perfectly capable of seeing when I'm unwanted... Have a perfect life, Bam Margera, with your shitty skating, and stupid show... and girlfriend or... or whatever." Ville muttered under his breath, refusing to look at Bam.
"Fuck Ville, you look like a total asshole! get in the goddamned car." Bam said, rolling his eyes.
"NO! I'm not even speaking to you until you admit it, you liked my kiss, and you've liked me from day one, and- How can you even DENY anything? Bam- We've kissed before! We've cuddeled, and held hands, and fed each other- We've even slept in the same bed together! plus-," Ville smiled devilishly, "I've seen you naked before."
"Fucking hell, Ville-" Bam groaned, as he seriously considered just leaving his ass there on the side of the road. "C'mon-"
"you've seen my peter Bam, AND I'VE SEEN YOURS!! YOU CAN'T DENY! I'VE SEEN YOUR PEEEETER!" Ville screamed, pointing accusingly at Bam.
"JESUS CHRIST-" Bam said furiously, twisting around to see if anyone was near enough to hear Ville's sudden outburst.
"Oh go to hell Bam," Ville snarled. "But admit you love me first."
"Fine, what-the-fuck-ever, just get in the car-"
"NO! you've gotta mean it! I'm not going anywhere with you, you filthy American!" Ville said stiffly.
"Oh fuck-" Bam slammed the breaks to a complete stop, making Ville jump, as Bam jumped out of the car and ran around the front towards Ville.
He shifted uneasily affraid Bam was going to hit him at first-
Bam grabbed Ville roughly by the shoulders and painfully yanked him into an awkward kiss.
His mouth was pressed so hard against Villes, that he could taste a bit of blood mingled between their sudden kiss, not sure if it was Bam's, or his own. Bam pulled away, breathing heavily, and whipping the blood from his mouth, his eyes locked with Villes.
Ville's mouth hung open in shock, and he suddenly understood.
All those little moments... I wasn't alone... I never was...
Ville snorted, "Kissing you is like kissing an 11 year old, Bam."
Bam rolled his eyes, taken a bit by suprise, and held back the urge of punch Ville in his smug face. "I'm not even that much shorter then you, diva dickwad. Now get your ass in the car, Or i'll hit you in the face like, so bad." Bam threatened, normality a bit more restored.
"If you could reach..."
"What was that, asshole?"
"Nothin'." Ville smirked, and did as he was told, crawling into the seat besides Bam, wanting nothing more then to throw himself at Bam at that very moment. Nothing was said, but they both understood perfectly what had just happened.
I'll give him time... Ville thought to himself as he studied Bam, who was pulling back onto the road, trying his hardest to recover his bad-boy skateboarder image.
Ville smiled. Oh... Silly, but so beautiful you are, My Bam..., He thought to himself.
the words "My bam" Echoed through his head, as the purple lambrigini disappeared down the road, the sun sparkling beautifully off the car top.
"Hey Bam..."
"What?"
"I'm hungry."
"Oh for fucks sake, Ville!"
to be continued ^_^