[Let the Games begin chapter two.]
Hey everyone,
Well here's chapter two, just as promised but it'll be the last one for today but I'll start working on chapter three so I can post it tomorrow and it's not like I have anything better to do.
Title: Let The Games Begin...
Author: Haine
Pairing: Ville/Bam, implied Ville/Jonna and Bam/Missy (Vam kind of begins this chapter but there's definite implied Ville/Jonna and Bam/Missy.)
Summery: "Do you want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?"
Disclaimer: I own nothing...well actually I own this computer and a bunch of cds-enough to make me happy.
Rating: For now, it's PG-13 for the swearing but the rating will probably go up.
The shower had to be one of the most refreshing I’ve taken in a long while. A good comparison would be in Interview with the Vampire when Louis talks about his last sunrise…or was it sunset? I can’t remember which but I do remember how he goes on to explain how he couldn’t remember any before it; however he could remember that one perfectly. That’s how that shower felt; good god it was heavenly. However, like all other good things, it had to come to an end. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around waist. No need to dry off, after all that was part of my plan. I could only hope that it would work. I had a good feeling that it would but one can never be too sure of themselves; that is often their downfa-Bam was lying there asleep on my bed. How sickeningly adorable it was, but not working for my plans. Damn it. Oh well, I had to get dressed anyways; now if only I could find my clothes. Damn I have to wake Bam up such a shame…
”Hey Bam!”
Damn heavy sleepers. I’ll just have to shake him awake.
“Bam, wake up!!”
I never saw it coming; his fist that is. Ow damn it! My cheekbone hurts like hell now.
“Oh god Ville! I am so sorry! You shouldn’t have woken me up like that! Here, I’ll go get you an ice pack.”
Damn right I shouldn’t have woken you up like that but if it’ll get the once over that you gave me I could get hit again. Leave it to me to think naughty thoughts like that while holding my cheek because he hit me. Hey, here he comes with my ice pack. Aw how sweet he’s holding it in place for me…I could cuddle with him right now.
“Again Ville I am so sorry…this is probably not the best time but I need to know. Why were you laying on your kitchen floor for three months? I can tell that your mom knows but she won’t tell me either. I was hoping that you could help me out on that one.”
Shit, now what am I going to do? Here he is helping me out and taking care of the nasty bruise he gave me.
”Do you want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?”
It probably wasn’t exactly what he was expecting but oh well.
”The truth would be the best I think. Lies never got anyone anywhere.”
Oh shit. Now I have to tell him how I feel. But is it love or lust? I’ve wanted him since god knows when. Shit, how am I going to say this? I thought Jonna would feel the void but then I dumped her. I might be able to use her as an excuse but how well would it hold? Shit. Fuck. Damn it. Well here goes nothing…
“It’s because of Jonna.”
Wow. I just told the biggest lie of my entire pathetic life. He’s giving me another one of those looks. He seems to have an equivocal amount of those faces; it amuses me to no end.
“Bullshit Ville. You dumped her, if it made you that damn depressed then you would’ve gotten back together with her. I know you that well; now what’s the real reason? And don't lie to me again.”
Goddamn it. Why does he have to have such an innate judge of character? I want to hate him for it but I can’t because he’s always taken care of me when I’ve needed it. I want to kiss him so badly, what about Missy though? I couldn’t do that to her, yet at the same time I could because I’ve wanted Bam for such a very long time. A long time before she came along. Well, here goes nothing…
I reached my hand up, touched his cheek ever so gently and then kissed him…
I hope he won’t hate me for it. He reacted differently from what I expected-he began to cry. Why is he crying? I pulled away. Shit, I knew that I shouldn’t have done that.
“I’m sorry Bam; I don’t know what came over me.”
Hopefully he accepts my apology. I could still feel his tears on my cheeks where they had fallen.
“Ville. It’s not that I just don’t think that this is the best idea. Not now. Not after what she did.”
She? Who’s this she? Is he talking about his mom April, Missy, or some other obscure female?
”Bam, who’s this she? What did ‘she’ do? Please tell me.”
Bam had this endearing way of avoiding a person’s eyes when he didn’t want to tell you something or if he was hiding something. That’s exactly what he was doing at the moment.
“I can’t tell you Ville not now.”
Like Hell he can’t!
“Bam look me in the eyes please. Tell me what you mean. I’ve told you my secret, well sort of. Now it’s my turn to help you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I had to hold his face in my hands to keep him from turning his head away. Why won’t he tell me? I did what was natural after that-I hugged him.
“Please tell me Bam. I want to help you; tell me who ‘she’ is and what ‘she’ did.”
There had to be a “silence” (which consisted of him crying) there of at least five minutes and me just thinking over and over again ‘Please tell me what’s wrong Bam’. He finally choked out a single sentence.
“Missy…she-she cheated on me.”
What!?
Well here's chapter two, just as promised but it'll be the last one for today but I'll start working on chapter three so I can post it tomorrow and it's not like I have anything better to do.
Title: Let The Games Begin...
Author: Haine
Pairing: Ville/Bam, implied Ville/Jonna and Bam/Missy (Vam kind of begins this chapter but there's definite implied Ville/Jonna and Bam/Missy.)
Summery: "Do you want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?"
Disclaimer: I own nothing...well actually I own this computer and a bunch of cds-enough to make me happy.
Rating: For now, it's PG-13 for the swearing but the rating will probably go up.
The shower had to be one of the most refreshing I’ve taken in a long while. A good comparison would be in Interview with the Vampire when Louis talks about his last sunrise…or was it sunset? I can’t remember which but I do remember how he goes on to explain how he couldn’t remember any before it; however he could remember that one perfectly. That’s how that shower felt; good god it was heavenly. However, like all other good things, it had to come to an end. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around waist. No need to dry off, after all that was part of my plan. I could only hope that it would work. I had a good feeling that it would but one can never be too sure of themselves; that is often their downfa-Bam was lying there asleep on my bed. How sickeningly adorable it was, but not working for my plans. Damn it. Oh well, I had to get dressed anyways; now if only I could find my clothes. Damn I have to wake Bam up such a shame…
”Hey Bam!”
Damn heavy sleepers. I’ll just have to shake him awake.
“Bam, wake up!!”
I never saw it coming; his fist that is. Ow damn it! My cheekbone hurts like hell now.
“Oh god Ville! I am so sorry! You shouldn’t have woken me up like that! Here, I’ll go get you an ice pack.”
Damn right I shouldn’t have woken you up like that but if it’ll get the once over that you gave me I could get hit again. Leave it to me to think naughty thoughts like that while holding my cheek because he hit me. Hey, here he comes with my ice pack. Aw how sweet he’s holding it in place for me…I could cuddle with him right now.
“Again Ville I am so sorry…this is probably not the best time but I need to know. Why were you laying on your kitchen floor for three months? I can tell that your mom knows but she won’t tell me either. I was hoping that you could help me out on that one.”
Shit, now what am I going to do? Here he is helping me out and taking care of the nasty bruise he gave me.
”Do you want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?”
It probably wasn’t exactly what he was expecting but oh well.
”The truth would be the best I think. Lies never got anyone anywhere.”
Oh shit. Now I have to tell him how I feel. But is it love or lust? I’ve wanted him since god knows when. Shit, how am I going to say this? I thought Jonna would feel the void but then I dumped her. I might be able to use her as an excuse but how well would it hold? Shit. Fuck. Damn it. Well here goes nothing…
“It’s because of Jonna.”
Wow. I just told the biggest lie of my entire pathetic life. He’s giving me another one of those looks. He seems to have an equivocal amount of those faces; it amuses me to no end.
“Bullshit Ville. You dumped her, if it made you that damn depressed then you would’ve gotten back together with her. I know you that well; now what’s the real reason? And don't lie to me again.”
Goddamn it. Why does he have to have such an innate judge of character? I want to hate him for it but I can’t because he’s always taken care of me when I’ve needed it. I want to kiss him so badly, what about Missy though? I couldn’t do that to her, yet at the same time I could because I’ve wanted Bam for such a very long time. A long time before she came along. Well, here goes nothing…
I reached my hand up, touched his cheek ever so gently and then kissed him…
I hope he won’t hate me for it. He reacted differently from what I expected-he began to cry. Why is he crying? I pulled away. Shit, I knew that I shouldn’t have done that.
“I’m sorry Bam; I don’t know what came over me.”
Hopefully he accepts my apology. I could still feel his tears on my cheeks where they had fallen.
“Ville. It’s not that I just don’t think that this is the best idea. Not now. Not after what she did.”
She? Who’s this she? Is he talking about his mom April, Missy, or some other obscure female?
”Bam, who’s this she? What did ‘she’ do? Please tell me.”
Bam had this endearing way of avoiding a person’s eyes when he didn’t want to tell you something or if he was hiding something. That’s exactly what he was doing at the moment.
“I can’t tell you Ville not now.”
Like Hell he can’t!
“Bam look me in the eyes please. Tell me what you mean. I’ve told you my secret, well sort of. Now it’s my turn to help you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I had to hold his face in my hands to keep him from turning his head away. Why won’t he tell me? I did what was natural after that-I hugged him.
“Please tell me Bam. I want to help you; tell me who ‘she’ is and what ‘she’ did.”
There had to be a “silence” (which consisted of him crying) there of at least five minutes and me just thinking over and over again ‘Please tell me what’s wrong Bam’. He finally choked out a single sentence.
“Missy…she-she cheated on me.”
What!?