chapter 13;
“LJ User - hrtagram_boy”
Chapter 13: Thursday, February 15th, 2007
Author: Jordan (insane_pyro_grl)
Disclaimer: Fiction, made up by me for creative purposes. I do not own any of the boys, and this journal is not Bam’s real journal.
Rating: PG - 13 (may increase later on)
Summary: What if Bam had a LiveJournal and no one knew about it? Would you read how he wrote about his every day life, from his perspective? This is his journal: hrtagram_boy, read all about his daily life, his trials, his tribulations, and his love. This will be as historically accurate as possible, if I can mold it that way, so it actually will seem like Bam is writing it himself, in real time.
Notes: Here’s another chapter of fluff for you; but be warned, next chapter some drama arises.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 13: Thursday, February 15th, 2007
I woke up this morning to fingers in my hair and a massaging feeling grazing my scalp. Opening my eyes, I saw a pair of green ones staring back at me, twinkling with happiness. It hit me then that here I was, in his arms, waiting to go almost around the world for him, to stay in the tower in the crisp blue sky.
Yawning and stretching, I saw that it was only eleven in the morning and asked him what he wanted to do today, his last day in the country. He replied that he didn’t really care what we did, as long as we were together and had a good time. I suggested that we grab a few friends, head into town, and go bowling. After spending luscious minutes together just snuggling together in bed, I finally decided to get our asses up so we could do something. We got dressed together, finding fun accessories and putting them on one another, making sure we looked our best before the boys showed up.
They must’ve smelled the Eggo Lego waffles I was making in the toaster, because as soon as they guys showed up, they were starving. We were lucky that there were a few more boxes in the freezer, or they would’ve been complaining that they didn’t get any waffles. Sweetheart made a pretty cool ramp out of his Lego waffles, Nudie made something that resembled a vagina, Chad made a boxy looking guitar, and Shitbirdz and Hanna combined their efforts to make a castle. I, however, just dunked my brick waffles into some syrup and crammed them into my mouth. He made something breathtaking, but he was also the most artistic out of all of us, using a knife and food coloring. It was a beautiful blue eye that popped out at you. He whispered into my ear that it was modeled after the most beautiful eyes in the world - mine. It was such a beautiful sight until he poured syrup over it and ate it.
After breakfast was finished and the kitchen was cleaned up, we drove over to the Bowl-O-Rama off of Gay Street in downtown. All of us took up more than one car, so I took half of us in the Hummer, and the other half went with Chad in his Explorer. Since it was still only early afternoon, the bowling alley was near empty, so we took the two last lanes on the far end of the alley, ordering pitchers of brewskies to make it more interesting; the waitress looking at Bran weirdly as he ordered the never ending river of brewskies in a Jamaican accent at half past noon.
Again, we split into two groups, because if all of us would have stayed on one lane, I’d still be there bowling the fifth frame. One my team was him, Chad, Sweetheart, and Bran; on Joe’s team was Shitbirdz, Hanna, Rake, and the handicapped Nudie. First up was my love, who’d never bowled before, so I had to help him out. Of course since it was me helping out, there was a lot of inappropriate ass grabbing, too close of touches, breath blown on his earlobe, and I think giving him that hickey on his neck didn’t help. The guys just rolled their eyes, cat calls came from Nudie, and the rest called that we should get a room. Surprisingly, despite being distracted and for being his first time bowling, he got a spare.
We played for hours, making jokes and acting like the fools that we are. I tripped Shitbirdz seventeen times during the time that we were there, Rake three times, and Hanna tripped me once. When my green eyed angel got his first strike, I picked him up, whirled him around like he was a streamer a few times before he wrapped his lengthy legs around my waist and kissed me sweetly on the lips as I smiled a grin from ear to ear. Needless to say, we all had a rad time at the Bowl-O-Rama before we all headed back to my house.
Somehow the ten of us ended up drunk in the living room, watching some Harry Potter DVDs that Hanna found in the entertainment center, laughing hysterically at all the serious parts for some reason I plainly don’t remember. All I really remember from those few hours were that Bran was playing Tetris with that weird Russian music, Chad and Hanna laughing about how Harry was gay for Draco, and how I was cuddled up in his arms, him purring softly in my ear how sexy my purple highlights are as he stroked my head like I was his pet kitten. It was nice, being in his arms, no doubts of whether he had someone waiting for him back in Finland; he’s all mine and no one can say any different.
The bunch of us started hearing stomachs grumbling, so we ordered a couple of large pizzas and some charbeque wings, which were outstanding charbroiled barbeque wings, with a nice exquisite Bud Light. It was then that the door was heard opening and a mane of strawberry blond hair had walked into the room - Ryan was back. He sat down on the floor near my feet as Joe found an unmarked DVD on top of the DVD player that the guys thought was porn, so they decided to watch it. The looks on their faces were hilarious when we saw it was the video I’d made with my camera on that Fall day not so long ago with him and I playing in the leaves before he had to leave the first time. It was Ryan who piped up first, saying he’d never seen me happier, and that he finally got that the two of us are truly in love. I smiled, because I realized that I am truly in love with him.
I can’t wait until tomorrow, a flight with him to the frozen land of a country he calls home, and then to that tower in the sky for who knows how long.
Chapter 13: Thursday, February 15th, 2007
Author: Jordan (insane_pyro_grl)
Disclaimer: Fiction, made up by me for creative purposes. I do not own any of the boys, and this journal is not Bam’s real journal.
Rating: PG - 13 (may increase later on)
Summary: What if Bam had a LiveJournal and no one knew about it? Would you read how he wrote about his every day life, from his perspective? This is his journal: hrtagram_boy, read all about his daily life, his trials, his tribulations, and his love. This will be as historically accurate as possible, if I can mold it that way, so it actually will seem like Bam is writing it himself, in real time.
Notes: Here’s another chapter of fluff for you; but be warned, next chapter some drama arises.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 13: Thursday, February 15th, 2007
I woke up this morning to fingers in my hair and a massaging feeling grazing my scalp. Opening my eyes, I saw a pair of green ones staring back at me, twinkling with happiness. It hit me then that here I was, in his arms, waiting to go almost around the world for him, to stay in the tower in the crisp blue sky.
Yawning and stretching, I saw that it was only eleven in the morning and asked him what he wanted to do today, his last day in the country. He replied that he didn’t really care what we did, as long as we were together and had a good time. I suggested that we grab a few friends, head into town, and go bowling. After spending luscious minutes together just snuggling together in bed, I finally decided to get our asses up so we could do something. We got dressed together, finding fun accessories and putting them on one another, making sure we looked our best before the boys showed up.
They must’ve smelled the Eggo Lego waffles I was making in the toaster, because as soon as they guys showed up, they were starving. We were lucky that there were a few more boxes in the freezer, or they would’ve been complaining that they didn’t get any waffles. Sweetheart made a pretty cool ramp out of his Lego waffles, Nudie made something that resembled a vagina, Chad made a boxy looking guitar, and Shitbirdz and Hanna combined their efforts to make a castle. I, however, just dunked my brick waffles into some syrup and crammed them into my mouth. He made something breathtaking, but he was also the most artistic out of all of us, using a knife and food coloring. It was a beautiful blue eye that popped out at you. He whispered into my ear that it was modeled after the most beautiful eyes in the world - mine. It was such a beautiful sight until he poured syrup over it and ate it.
After breakfast was finished and the kitchen was cleaned up, we drove over to the Bowl-O-Rama off of Gay Street in downtown. All of us took up more than one car, so I took half of us in the Hummer, and the other half went with Chad in his Explorer. Since it was still only early afternoon, the bowling alley was near empty, so we took the two last lanes on the far end of the alley, ordering pitchers of brewskies to make it more interesting; the waitress looking at Bran weirdly as he ordered the never ending river of brewskies in a Jamaican accent at half past noon.
Again, we split into two groups, because if all of us would have stayed on one lane, I’d still be there bowling the fifth frame. One my team was him, Chad, Sweetheart, and Bran; on Joe’s team was Shitbirdz, Hanna, Rake, and the handicapped Nudie. First up was my love, who’d never bowled before, so I had to help him out. Of course since it was me helping out, there was a lot of inappropriate ass grabbing, too close of touches, breath blown on his earlobe, and I think giving him that hickey on his neck didn’t help. The guys just rolled their eyes, cat calls came from Nudie, and the rest called that we should get a room. Surprisingly, despite being distracted and for being his first time bowling, he got a spare.
We played for hours, making jokes and acting like the fools that we are. I tripped Shitbirdz seventeen times during the time that we were there, Rake three times, and Hanna tripped me once. When my green eyed angel got his first strike, I picked him up, whirled him around like he was a streamer a few times before he wrapped his lengthy legs around my waist and kissed me sweetly on the lips as I smiled a grin from ear to ear. Needless to say, we all had a rad time at the Bowl-O-Rama before we all headed back to my house.
Somehow the ten of us ended up drunk in the living room, watching some Harry Potter DVDs that Hanna found in the entertainment center, laughing hysterically at all the serious parts for some reason I plainly don’t remember. All I really remember from those few hours were that Bran was playing Tetris with that weird Russian music, Chad and Hanna laughing about how Harry was gay for Draco, and how I was cuddled up in his arms, him purring softly in my ear how sexy my purple highlights are as he stroked my head like I was his pet kitten. It was nice, being in his arms, no doubts of whether he had someone waiting for him back in Finland; he’s all mine and no one can say any different.
The bunch of us started hearing stomachs grumbling, so we ordered a couple of large pizzas and some charbeque wings, which were outstanding charbroiled barbeque wings, with a nice exquisite Bud Light. It was then that the door was heard opening and a mane of strawberry blond hair had walked into the room - Ryan was back. He sat down on the floor near my feet as Joe found an unmarked DVD on top of the DVD player that the guys thought was porn, so they decided to watch it. The looks on their faces were hilarious when we saw it was the video I’d made with my camera on that Fall day not so long ago with him and I playing in the leaves before he had to leave the first time. It was Ryan who piped up first, saying he’d never seen me happier, and that he finally got that the two of us are truly in love. I smiled, because I realized that I am truly in love with him.
I can’t wait until tomorrow, a flight with him to the frozen land of a country he calls home, and then to that tower in the sky for who knows how long.