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Title: Choices
Author: Me
Pairing: Vammy
Disclainer: I don’t won shit so :p
Info: Its choose your own adventure time again. I had fun last time so I’m starting a new one. It will last as long as there is interest. I’m always open for suggestions. To vote put a comment on which way you want the story to go. The one with the most votes wins. If there is a tie I will flip a coin. Have fun!
Chapter 10
Chapter 9 http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1408703.html#cutid1
Turns to page 80
Ville put the phone back down. Bam was the one who ran out in the first place and now he would have to deal with the consequences it caused. So he went back to cleaning and the phone kept ringing.
He was starting to get worried. Why wasn’t Ville picking up his phone? Giving up after the fifth try Bam went home to get some rest before the promotional shoot.
Getting most of the bedroom in livable order Ville decided to take a break. Sleep had been trying to take a hold of him for the past hour. But of course that was when he heard the door bell. A small spark of hope wished it would be Bam on the other side of the door. Sure he was still pissed but the make up sex would be unbelievable. Opening the door he found someone completely different.
“Yrjö” Ville recognized him as Jonna’s cousin. The two were always really close. “The place is not really ready for visitors yet but then I’m sure Jonna told you all about that.”
The man pushed his way inside. “Yea, she told me what you did to her. How she had to defend herself from you.”
“Now wait one minute.” Ville closed the door no sense the neighbors hearing this. “I never touched her.”
“I saw the bruises man. You’re never going to fucking hurt her again.” Yrjö walked over to the side of Ville concealing his right hand as it went for a knife in his pocket.
Bam woke up, grabbed his board and headed out. He was thankful that the photo shoot wasn’t to far away. He just wasn’t into this today. But pulling into a parking space Bam turned on his boyish charms. “Ok let’s do this shit.”
“Were going to keep it simple Bam. You do the tricks and we’ll take the pictures.”
Using the various ramps around him Bam did what was expected of him. Pulling off various tricks and wipe outs sure to make for good shoots.
Yrjö pulled out the knife quickly and stuck Ville right in the chest. Intense pain coursed threw Ville as he cried out. But the adrenalin was already pumping and with a right hook got Yrjö right in the temple. The two rolled around the floor Ville getting in most of the punches. For a skinny pale man Ville sure could fight.
But the pain of the wound was becoming too much and Ville conceded to it. Yrjö used this chance to take off and ran out of the front door.
Finishing his last trick Bam was done for the day. After taking a few pictures and signing a few autographs he made his way back to his car and headed towards home.
The neighbors below Ville did hear the disturbance and when Yrjö ran from the house with blood on his clothing they quickly called the police.
Getting home Bam was bored.
What should Bam do?
Try calling Ville again
Or
Watch TV
Comments = Oxygen
Author: Me
Pairing: Vammy
Disclainer: I don’t won shit so :p
Info: Its choose your own adventure time again. I had fun last time so I’m starting a new one. It will last as long as there is interest. I’m always open for suggestions. To vote put a comment on which way you want the story to go. The one with the most votes wins. If there is a tie I will flip a coin. Have fun!
Chapter 10
Chapter 9 http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1408703.html#cutid1
Turns to page 80
Ville put the phone back down. Bam was the one who ran out in the first place and now he would have to deal with the consequences it caused. So he went back to cleaning and the phone kept ringing.
He was starting to get worried. Why wasn’t Ville picking up his phone? Giving up after the fifth try Bam went home to get some rest before the promotional shoot.
Getting most of the bedroom in livable order Ville decided to take a break. Sleep had been trying to take a hold of him for the past hour. But of course that was when he heard the door bell. A small spark of hope wished it would be Bam on the other side of the door. Sure he was still pissed but the make up sex would be unbelievable. Opening the door he found someone completely different.
“Yrjö” Ville recognized him as Jonna’s cousin. The two were always really close. “The place is not really ready for visitors yet but then I’m sure Jonna told you all about that.”
The man pushed his way inside. “Yea, she told me what you did to her. How she had to defend herself from you.”
“Now wait one minute.” Ville closed the door no sense the neighbors hearing this. “I never touched her.”
“I saw the bruises man. You’re never going to fucking hurt her again.” Yrjö walked over to the side of Ville concealing his right hand as it went for a knife in his pocket.
Bam woke up, grabbed his board and headed out. He was thankful that the photo shoot wasn’t to far away. He just wasn’t into this today. But pulling into a parking space Bam turned on his boyish charms. “Ok let’s do this shit.”
“Were going to keep it simple Bam. You do the tricks and we’ll take the pictures.”
Using the various ramps around him Bam did what was expected of him. Pulling off various tricks and wipe outs sure to make for good shoots.
Yrjö pulled out the knife quickly and stuck Ville right in the chest. Intense pain coursed threw Ville as he cried out. But the adrenalin was already pumping and with a right hook got Yrjö right in the temple. The two rolled around the floor Ville getting in most of the punches. For a skinny pale man Ville sure could fight.
But the pain of the wound was becoming too much and Ville conceded to it. Yrjö used this chance to take off and ran out of the front door.
Finishing his last trick Bam was done for the day. After taking a few pictures and signing a few autographs he made his way back to his car and headed towards home.
The neighbors below Ville did hear the disturbance and when Yrjö ran from the house with blood on his clothing they quickly called the police.
Getting home Bam was bored.
What should Bam do?
Try calling Ville again
Or
Watch TV
Comments = Oxygen