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One Or The Other - No Longer Mine
Title: One Or The Other
Chapter: Three - No Longer Mine
Author: Me. Kay. Joan. Emo. xemoxomegax. Biznit. Whatever ya wanna call me. Except the C word -eyetwitch- Last person to call me Cookie died.
Rating: PG-13 - R - NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Bam stops the fangirling. Over HIM at least. While Ville reacts in a way even he doesn't see coming.
Disclaimer: Guess what! Guess what!! I own something!! The center of this donut!! ::holds it up proudly:: What...where'd it go? Pesky lil fucker...::goes hunting::
Authors note: Why can't I write long chapters anymore? -sits sniffling- I used to be good at this...RANDOM GAY!NOVAK MOMENT!!!!!
Prologue.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Bam wasn't used to being uncomfortable, awkward. Yet he was getting a whole lot of both tonight. He'd somehow managed to sit himself between Dunn and Gerard, right opposite Novak and Ville, and the whole table was silent.
That's right. Silence in Castle Bam.
The looks Ville was throwing Gerard should have been made illegal, while the pure tension hovering over them all was thick enough to be cut with a skateboard.
"Dude... did you lot have an awkward threesome moment or something?" Novak asked, all big eyes and giggles as the mentioned three just glared at him.
"I wish..." Gerard smirked, leaning back in his seat, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans, receiving an incredulous look from Bam. Not the time for jokes.
I can't believe I just thought 'not the time for jokes'...what the fuck's wrong with me?
"So Gerard, I hear you're from New Jersey.." Ape smiled. You had to worship the woman. Speaking during this agony was akin to marching through a war zone in nothing but a banana skin. As Bam silently adored his mother - as well as Gerard's ability to talk for fuckin' America - with every fibre of his being, he quietly watched Ville's reaction to his new friend's words.
He looked quite calm, Bam was pleased to note, if wincing slightly when the term 'Bammie' was brought up. He didn't particularly know why....
Until he heard Novak say 'Willa'. He felt the vein in his temple pulse uncomfortably as he squirmed in his seat, an indescribable rush of jealousy nearly knocking him off balance.
Willa was his nickname for Ville. It was something they shared. Part of their bond. Much like the stupid jokes he shared with Novak. He didn't like that it was being taken away from him...
The skater started slightly, knocked from his reverie as he felt Ryan lean in close, muttering in his ear, "What's going on with those two?" It wasn't the question he had expected, but it intrigued him all the same as the blonde gestured across the table, where his two best friends were whispering and giggling to each other.
The pang that rushed through his stomach made him wriggle in his seat yet again and set his brain alight. Why was he feeling like this? It was just Ville and Novak... talking.. like they often did... Except they were blushing...
"Dude, what the hell could make Novak blush?" he whispered in return, frowning as he watched Dunn drop his fork, ducking down to retrieve it only to come up looking distinctly pale.
"How about Willa's hand on his crotch?" he replied thoughtfully, causing Bam to turn the same porridge-like shade. The tumultuous range of emotions rushing their way through Bam's stomach was enough to make his skin flush every colour of the rainbow as he fought with every bone in his body not to headbutt the table.
"Dude, I'm joking..." Dunn said nervously a few moments later. "You looked like you were about to kill something... are you okay?"
"Yeah, I mean, they can do whatever they - YOU WERE JOKING?"
Dunn just blinked as every eye on the table turned to them, Bam now coloured a rather pleasing red. The skater shivered as he felt Gerard's hand on his thigh; but rather than comforting him the action only succeeded in panicking him further. What had he done? Why the hell was he feeling like this?
His mood wasn't improved any as Novak piped up, voice rather high, "Can we be excused?"
"No you can-fucking-not!" he replied before anyone else could say anything, receiving a disapproving yell of his name from his mother and a pout from Ville.
"Well I was gonna go anyway, just trying to be polite," his friend - wait, scratch that, former friend - laughed as he stood, and Bam paled to notice he was holding Ville's hand.
"If you're gonna fuck Willa can you not do it in my house?" he growled, looking up at the two, starting slightly as Ville spoke.
"Who said he's going to be doing the fucking?"
They all jumped as a chair crashed to the floor, the whole room turning as one only to see a flash of an Adio teeshirt as Bam stormed from the room. "If anyone wants to find me, go stuff yourselves.."
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This had been the first time he'd hit the half pipe in far too long. Skating was his vent. But lately he hadn't had much to vent about, in this way at least. Now he just needed to get rid of the pure, brute anger thumping mercilessly through his veins. It was animalistic in a way: Ville was his. In his head at least. Now that was being threatened, he reacted in the only way he knew how - ridiculously.
But no... in a way, Ville was his. HIM was his band, always had, always will - he stopped, coming to a halt as he rolled calmly to the center of the large wooden structure, a deep frown falling over his features. HIM wasn't his anymore. So neither was Ville... He sighed, setting himself down, chucking his skateboard to the side as he let his head rest on his knees. His breathing came heavily, sweat trickling down his body, soaking his clothes as the warm night air surrounded him.
"Bammie?"
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Well that was that crappy-chap folk! Crap-Chap.. hehehe.. I like that... Sooooooooo! I'm going for a vote! Who's waiting for Bam - Gee or Ville?
Cassssssssst your votes!
Or perhaps it's the friendly neighbourhood post-coitus spider? O__O
Chapter: Three - No Longer Mine
Author: Me. Kay. Joan. Emo. xemoxomegax. Biznit. Whatever ya wanna call me. Except the C word -eyetwitch- Last person to call me Cookie died.
Rating: PG-13 - R - NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Bam stops the fangirling. Over HIM at least. While Ville reacts in a way even he doesn't see coming.
Disclaimer: Guess what! Guess what!! I own something!! The center of this donut!! ::holds it up proudly:: What...where'd it go? Pesky lil fucker...::goes hunting::
Authors note: Why can't I write long chapters anymore? -sits sniffling- I used to be good at this...RANDOM GAY!NOVAK MOMENT!!!!!
Prologue.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Bam wasn't used to being uncomfortable, awkward. Yet he was getting a whole lot of both tonight. He'd somehow managed to sit himself between Dunn and Gerard, right opposite Novak and Ville, and the whole table was silent.
That's right. Silence in Castle Bam.
The looks Ville was throwing Gerard should have been made illegal, while the pure tension hovering over them all was thick enough to be cut with a skateboard.
"Dude... did you lot have an awkward threesome moment or something?" Novak asked, all big eyes and giggles as the mentioned three just glared at him.
"I wish..." Gerard smirked, leaning back in his seat, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans, receiving an incredulous look from Bam. Not the time for jokes.
I can't believe I just thought 'not the time for jokes'...what the fuck's wrong with me?
"So Gerard, I hear you're from New Jersey.." Ape smiled. You had to worship the woman. Speaking during this agony was akin to marching through a war zone in nothing but a banana skin. As Bam silently adored his mother - as well as Gerard's ability to talk for fuckin' America - with every fibre of his being, he quietly watched Ville's reaction to his new friend's words.
He looked quite calm, Bam was pleased to note, if wincing slightly when the term 'Bammie' was brought up. He didn't particularly know why....
Until he heard Novak say 'Willa'. He felt the vein in his temple pulse uncomfortably as he squirmed in his seat, an indescribable rush of jealousy nearly knocking him off balance.
Willa was his nickname for Ville. It was something they shared. Part of their bond. Much like the stupid jokes he shared with Novak. He didn't like that it was being taken away from him...
The skater started slightly, knocked from his reverie as he felt Ryan lean in close, muttering in his ear, "What's going on with those two?" It wasn't the question he had expected, but it intrigued him all the same as the blonde gestured across the table, where his two best friends were whispering and giggling to each other.
The pang that rushed through his stomach made him wriggle in his seat yet again and set his brain alight. Why was he feeling like this? It was just Ville and Novak... talking.. like they often did... Except they were blushing...
"Dude, what the hell could make Novak blush?" he whispered in return, frowning as he watched Dunn drop his fork, ducking down to retrieve it only to come up looking distinctly pale.
"How about Willa's hand on his crotch?" he replied thoughtfully, causing Bam to turn the same porridge-like shade. The tumultuous range of emotions rushing their way through Bam's stomach was enough to make his skin flush every colour of the rainbow as he fought with every bone in his body not to headbutt the table.
"Dude, I'm joking..." Dunn said nervously a few moments later. "You looked like you were about to kill something... are you okay?"
"Yeah, I mean, they can do whatever they - YOU WERE JOKING?"
Dunn just blinked as every eye on the table turned to them, Bam now coloured a rather pleasing red. The skater shivered as he felt Gerard's hand on his thigh; but rather than comforting him the action only succeeded in panicking him further. What had he done? Why the hell was he feeling like this?
His mood wasn't improved any as Novak piped up, voice rather high, "Can we be excused?"
"No you can-fucking-not!" he replied before anyone else could say anything, receiving a disapproving yell of his name from his mother and a pout from Ville.
"Well I was gonna go anyway, just trying to be polite," his friend - wait, scratch that, former friend - laughed as he stood, and Bam paled to notice he was holding Ville's hand.
"If you're gonna fuck Willa can you not do it in my house?" he growled, looking up at the two, starting slightly as Ville spoke.
"Who said he's going to be doing the fucking?"
They all jumped as a chair crashed to the floor, the whole room turning as one only to see a flash of an Adio teeshirt as Bam stormed from the room. "If anyone wants to find me, go stuff yourselves.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This had been the first time he'd hit the half pipe in far too long. Skating was his vent. But lately he hadn't had much to vent about, in this way at least. Now he just needed to get rid of the pure, brute anger thumping mercilessly through his veins. It was animalistic in a way: Ville was his. In his head at least. Now that was being threatened, he reacted in the only way he knew how - ridiculously.
But no... in a way, Ville was his. HIM was his band, always had, always will - he stopped, coming to a halt as he rolled calmly to the center of the large wooden structure, a deep frown falling over his features. HIM wasn't his anymore. So neither was Ville... He sighed, setting himself down, chucking his skateboard to the side as he let his head rest on his knees. His breathing came heavily, sweat trickling down his body, soaking his clothes as the warm night air surrounded him.
"Bammie?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well that was that crappy-chap folk! Crap-Chap.. hehehe.. I like that... Sooooooooo! I'm going for a vote! Who's waiting for Bam - Gee or Ville?
Cassssssssst your votes!
Or perhaps it's the friendly neighbourhood post-coitus spider? O__O