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Title: Dunno yet guys, ill get back to ya'll
Pairing: Vam later. Ville/?
Genre: Angstehhh
Rating: R - NC17 (it might get interesting)
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue. assholes
Bam pulled up at the airport, crashing the heel of his hand against the horn and grinning at Ville's side-ways smirk as he approached. Usually for occassions such as picking up rockstars, Bam used his Lambo, but he knew how Ville felt about convertables, so brought one along instead.
"If you ever doubt i fucking worship you, remember this!" Bam swung his arm around vaguely. "freezing my ass off in fucking drizzle so you could have the fucking roof down!"
"Hi to you too." Ville's smirk was still in place. Bam didn't notice, then, the sheer falsity of it. He smacked his hand against Ville's and told him to hop in. Ville slung his back-pack into the back seat and slid in beside Bam, who accellerated before the door was properly shut, a trademark Bam thing.
"No suitcase?" Bam raised his eyebrows
"Not today." Ville mumbled back above the roar of the wind.
"Why the fuck not? You travel like a bitch most of the time!"
He well remembered needing a return journey to transport Ville and his shitload of suitcases and instruments to the castle, two visits back.
"Not this time." The continued un-emotional mumble caused Bam to glance across at the singer. His head was resting against the slanted seat, which Ville had levered as far back as it would go, blinking tiredly.
"Dude, what, did you walk from Finland?"
"I came from the UK, Bammie."
Bam shrugged uncertainly and turned up the speakers on his car, skipping a few CD's to get Razorblade Romance playing. He watched as Ville smirked tiredly as his own voice rang out around them, and grinned back. They fell into silence for a few minutes, Bam blind to Ville's constant shifting to wipe at his moistening hair and rub his numbing limbs.
"Can we have the roof up?"
Bam glanced at him, shrugged again, and nodded.
"Cold?"
"Fucking freezing." Ville turned in his seat to open his bag, pulling out a jacket that had been stuffed on top. His white arms disappeared under dark fabric as Bam pulled over and re-set the roof.
"So what's up?" Bam asked cheerfully as Join Me came on, hoping Ville wouldn't take it as a request for a detailed insight into his mood. He knew Ville was out of character today, but 9 hours of travelling tended to sap energy.
Anyway, Bam wasn't a person to give a fuck easily.
"Hm?"
"What's up?"
"Tired..." his voice was as drooped as his eyelids. Bam couldn't hear him over the music.
"What?" He got no response. He turned onto the highway and navigated his way into a lane before he could glance across. "I said what, Willa?" Ville's head lolled in the corner formed by the head-rest and the window. Bam frowned at his sleeping face.
"Aw man, now you really are a woman." he complained, changing gears and fighting not to just watch the singer for a while.
Yeah, i thought i'd try out a vam chapter ficcy. The first bit's short, but usually i write fucking monstrousities the length of caravans and shit!
My style of writing is to not have a fucking clue what im about to write, save a vague idea of the over-arching plot. I could say this is a literary technique, but hell im just lazy and of the opinion that if i know where the bus is going, i'll get off early. xD
whatcha think? Comments = sex
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