I Used To Love My Clothes, They Took Off Without Me...
Hey there, Hi there, Ho There! I love writing one shots in between super secret chaptered fics that I'm not even thinking about posting until they're finished. :] One for the Holidays!
2008
Vamish.
PG.
Bam and Ville have thoughts about each other on the New Year.
Drabblish. No real substance. No continuance. Not real. Never happened. Don't know. Don't own. Don't like? Don't read.
No beta.
2008
Lights were twinkling, people were happy and chattering, it had almost been a year since he and Missy had been married and they were about to ring in 2008 with smiles and high hopes and happiness. Though he still couldn’t stop himself, he had to think about Ville and what he was doing. Through the time difference, when he’d played his show and what he was doing now. All he knew was if his friend was lying in his room eating bananas like his birthday he would feel incredibly bad...tomorrow.
He couldn’t feel anything now, he was too plied on booze and that hand full of pills he took earlier, maybe that line or two of coke. His eyes were blurry and he heard people shouting. A hand snaked around his shoulder and he looked over at his wife. She looked almost the same way he did. Glassy eyed and out of her mind. Happy. At least on the surface. She pulled him in front of a TV, Dick Clark said something witty and the countdown began.
10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 -1
“Happy New Year.” He whispered into the morning air. He flicked his cigarette ashes and took another drag. He knew Bam was partying it up right now. Ville knew Bam would be fucking his wife later, if he wasn’t too stoned or drunk to get it up. Maybe he was already passed out. Ville chuckled to himself and shivered lightly. Bam haunted him as much as the bottle did. He was a recovering alcoholic as well as he was stitching his heart back together. Sure, he figured he would just play the game as long as he could.
Bam was a straight boy deep down, Ville knew it, but he wanted to exploit Bam as far as he could, to push him to see how far he could. They had their moments and during one of those, Ville had lost his heart. It was cliche, it was stupid, but it was the truth. He frowned and flicked the cigarette off the side of the balcony. Might as well get some sleep. After all, pining over lost love was no way to ring in the new year.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
The End.
Happy Holidays Folks.
Loves and Mistletoe Kisses
Skullfucks and Gangbangs.
Fizzy.
2008
Vamish.
PG.
Bam and Ville have thoughts about each other on the New Year.
Drabblish. No real substance. No continuance. Not real. Never happened. Don't know. Don't own. Don't like? Don't read.
No beta.
2008
Lights were twinkling, people were happy and chattering, it had almost been a year since he and Missy had been married and they were about to ring in 2008 with smiles and high hopes and happiness. Though he still couldn’t stop himself, he had to think about Ville and what he was doing. Through the time difference, when he’d played his show and what he was doing now. All he knew was if his friend was lying in his room eating bananas like his birthday he would feel incredibly bad...tomorrow.
He couldn’t feel anything now, he was too plied on booze and that hand full of pills he took earlier, maybe that line or two of coke. His eyes were blurry and he heard people shouting. A hand snaked around his shoulder and he looked over at his wife. She looked almost the same way he did. Glassy eyed and out of her mind. Happy. At least on the surface. She pulled him in front of a TV, Dick Clark said something witty and the countdown began.
10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 -1
“Happy New Year.” He whispered into the morning air. He flicked his cigarette ashes and took another drag. He knew Bam was partying it up right now. Ville knew Bam would be fucking his wife later, if he wasn’t too stoned or drunk to get it up. Maybe he was already passed out. Ville chuckled to himself and shivered lightly. Bam haunted him as much as the bottle did. He was a recovering alcoholic as well as he was stitching his heart back together. Sure, he figured he would just play the game as long as he could.
Bam was a straight boy deep down, Ville knew it, but he wanted to exploit Bam as far as he could, to push him to see how far he could. They had their moments and during one of those, Ville had lost his heart. It was cliche, it was stupid, but it was the truth. He frowned and flicked the cigarette off the side of the balcony. Might as well get some sleep. After all, pining over lost love was no way to ring in the new year.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
The End.
Happy Holidays Folks.
Loves and Mistletoe Kisses
Skullfucks and Gangbangs.
Fizzy.