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Title: Just Like Heaven.
Rating: R. (for violence, language, alcohol, and sexual content.)
Dicslaimer: I do not own anyone in this story. Complete fiction.
Summery: Bam is trying to cope with the fact that the man he loves only shows him affection when he's intoxicated. He looses hope, and tries accepteing the facts. Then something unexpected happens that changes his life...
A/N: links to previous chapters are inside.
Previous chapters:
Introduction
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
The next morning I awoke to Villes light breaths in my ear. I had noticed late in the night that he is the cutest sleeper ever. He whimpers everynow and then like a puppy and kicks his feet, like he's scratching the other foot with his ankle. I guess it's hard to explain, and i guess it doesnt really matter. All that matters is that my wrist is throbbing, my best friend is in the hospital, but right now all i can care about is how good his arms feel around me. How selfish am i?
I made this bed, i choose to lie it and live with my regrets.
.. and maybe im just scared to face the things i feel.
it's easier to walk away from everything.
I slide out of his grasp as he whimpers and turns the other way, still sleeping.
I make my way down the steps, hoping nobody is awake, seeing how my wrist is in clear veiw. The stairrs creek, with me wincing along with them. I look into the kitchen area, seeing nobody and made my way across it.
I pull the freezer door open and take out my frozen applejuice, grab a spoon and take it upstairs with me. The stairs still creek, and i see ryan coming out of his bedroom, probably heading towards the bathroom. Wait, why was he coming out of jess's room? I push the thought aside and dart for my door before he see's me.
Walking into my bedroom i see ville, laying on his back staring at the ceiling.
My cheeks flush and i look to the ground, standing in the doorway uncomfortably.
I hear him laugh softly, making me look up. He motions me towards the bed, patting the pillow beside him as he props himself up on his elbows, laying on his side now.
He has no shirt on, he pust have taken it off in the middle of the night and his hair is buried under a black beenie. New, im guessing. Since i've only seen him in the blue one.
I walk over sitting on the bed, pulling my feet up.
"Hi.." i say lowely.
"Wanna talk to me about it yet?" he asks, taking the spoon from me and eating a some frozen applejuice.
I shake my head, taking the spoon from him, following his action.
"Bam.. please. Tell me why." His cold fingertips meet my cheeks, sending a cold thrill into my body. His touch was electric.
Cold, but electric.
"Ville..I.. please. No."
He lowers his head.
"Bam. I want you to trust me with these things. I don't hate you for doing this. Im just confused.." his head lifts up, looking into my eyes "i just want to understand."
He takes the jar from my hand, and the spoon, putting it on the floor beside the bed.
"So, tell me." he wraps a hand around the back of my neck.
So here we are, we are alone. There's weight on your mind, i wanna know.... the truth.
If this is how you feel. Say it to me.
I want the truth from you. Give me the truth, even if it hurts me..
He sat before me, one hand on my thigh, the other on the back of my neck.
"Ville.." i sigh out.
"Why?"
Silence. Everything is quiet in the room as i say the only thing that comes in my mind..
"Because i didn't know what else to do.."
My hands are shaking again. He pulls me into his tight embrace. Suprisingly he's warmer now. His bare chest brushing up against mine. His breath on my neck.
"Ville.. did.. did you.. mean it last night?"
He pulls away, a look of shock across his face.
"Of course i did!" his voice sounding astonished. "Bam, i've loved you for years."
I pull my hands up to my face, covering it as i cry into them.
Why all of a sudden am i so fucking emotional?
He pulls my hands away, wiping the tears away with his shaking fingertips, cupping my face with the other hand.
"Listen Bam." He says, making me look into his eyes by pulling at my chin. "It's okay to cry.... It's okay."
His thumbs stroke my cheeks as he looks from my eyes, to my lips. Usually in movies this is the signal your going to be kissed.
But my movie never turns out happy.
Theres always a sappy fucking ending. A sappy fucking chareter. A sappy fucking storyline.
He is still looking back and forth.
"Bam.." he whispers low. Barely audible.
He leans in, so close.
His bottom lip is trembling and his eyes close.
The instant our lips touch its like an explosion. Fireworks go off in my head and my hands reach up and wrap around his body, pulling him closer.
His tounge just grazes my bottom lip, as i open slightly, letting him in. Our tounges battle softly at first, before getting a little more aggressive. All you can hear in the quiet room is our deep, forced inhaling and exhaling.
I thought crosses my mind and i pull away.
"Ville.. why. Why all these years? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you constantly take advantage of me when we were drunk?"
His face grows a litle paler and he scrathes his arm.
"Bam.. I." he looks down. "Im no good with feelings. I've had bad part experiences with people i've loved. Always throught i openeed too much. I was afraid to show you how i felt. I didn't want to loose our friendship, but i yearned for you. So much. Getting drunk was a way for me to hide it all. To give an reason without having to tell you the real reason."
"Ville.. it hurt so much."
"Im sorry, i really am. It hurt me too."
A tight embrace and soft butterfly kisses seem to take everything away. The room around us blurred out and the only thing i could see was him, kissing me., holding me.
Okay, i SERIOUSLY do not know where to go with this. I might take a break, becuase i have no idea's left. Things in this fiction went faster than they should have.. but im happy with it thus far. I just don't know what else to do. Im thinking of starting a new one. I've had the idea for this new one in my head for awhile... i dont know. Blah.
April.
Rating: R. (for violence, language, alcohol, and sexual content.)
Dicslaimer: I do not own anyone in this story. Complete fiction.
Summery: Bam is trying to cope with the fact that the man he loves only shows him affection when he's intoxicated. He looses hope, and tries accepteing the facts. Then something unexpected happens that changes his life...
A/N: links to previous chapters are inside.
Previous chapters:
Introduction
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
The next morning I awoke to Villes light breaths in my ear. I had noticed late in the night that he is the cutest sleeper ever. He whimpers everynow and then like a puppy and kicks his feet, like he's scratching the other foot with his ankle. I guess it's hard to explain, and i guess it doesnt really matter. All that matters is that my wrist is throbbing, my best friend is in the hospital, but right now all i can care about is how good his arms feel around me. How selfish am i?
I made this bed, i choose to lie it and live with my regrets.
.. and maybe im just scared to face the things i feel.
it's easier to walk away from everything.
I slide out of his grasp as he whimpers and turns the other way, still sleeping.
I make my way down the steps, hoping nobody is awake, seeing how my wrist is in clear veiw. The stairrs creek, with me wincing along with them. I look into the kitchen area, seeing nobody and made my way across it.
I pull the freezer door open and take out my frozen applejuice, grab a spoon and take it upstairs with me. The stairs still creek, and i see ryan coming out of his bedroom, probably heading towards the bathroom. Wait, why was he coming out of jess's room? I push the thought aside and dart for my door before he see's me.
Walking into my bedroom i see ville, laying on his back staring at the ceiling.
My cheeks flush and i look to the ground, standing in the doorway uncomfortably.
I hear him laugh softly, making me look up. He motions me towards the bed, patting the pillow beside him as he props himself up on his elbows, laying on his side now.
He has no shirt on, he pust have taken it off in the middle of the night and his hair is buried under a black beenie. New, im guessing. Since i've only seen him in the blue one.
I walk over sitting on the bed, pulling my feet up.
"Hi.." i say lowely.
"Wanna talk to me about it yet?" he asks, taking the spoon from me and eating a some frozen applejuice.
I shake my head, taking the spoon from him, following his action.
"Bam.. please. Tell me why." His cold fingertips meet my cheeks, sending a cold thrill into my body. His touch was electric.
Cold, but electric.
"Ville..I.. please. No."
He lowers his head.
"Bam. I want you to trust me with these things. I don't hate you for doing this. Im just confused.." his head lifts up, looking into my eyes "i just want to understand."
He takes the jar from my hand, and the spoon, putting it on the floor beside the bed.
"So, tell me." he wraps a hand around the back of my neck.
So here we are, we are alone. There's weight on your mind, i wanna know.... the truth.
If this is how you feel. Say it to me.
I want the truth from you. Give me the truth, even if it hurts me..
He sat before me, one hand on my thigh, the other on the back of my neck.
"Ville.." i sigh out.
"Why?"
Silence. Everything is quiet in the room as i say the only thing that comes in my mind..
"Because i didn't know what else to do.."
My hands are shaking again. He pulls me into his tight embrace. Suprisingly he's warmer now. His bare chest brushing up against mine. His breath on my neck.
"Ville.. did.. did you.. mean it last night?"
He pulls away, a look of shock across his face.
"Of course i did!" his voice sounding astonished. "Bam, i've loved you for years."
I pull my hands up to my face, covering it as i cry into them.
Why all of a sudden am i so fucking emotional?
He pulls my hands away, wiping the tears away with his shaking fingertips, cupping my face with the other hand.
"Listen Bam." He says, making me look into his eyes by pulling at my chin. "It's okay to cry.... It's okay."
His thumbs stroke my cheeks as he looks from my eyes, to my lips. Usually in movies this is the signal your going to be kissed.
But my movie never turns out happy.
Theres always a sappy fucking ending. A sappy fucking chareter. A sappy fucking storyline.
He is still looking back and forth.
"Bam.." he whispers low. Barely audible.
He leans in, so close.
His bottom lip is trembling and his eyes close.
The instant our lips touch its like an explosion. Fireworks go off in my head and my hands reach up and wrap around his body, pulling him closer.
His tounge just grazes my bottom lip, as i open slightly, letting him in. Our tounges battle softly at first, before getting a little more aggressive. All you can hear in the quiet room is our deep, forced inhaling and exhaling.
I thought crosses my mind and i pull away.
"Ville.. why. Why all these years? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you constantly take advantage of me when we were drunk?"
His face grows a litle paler and he scrathes his arm.
"Bam.. I." he looks down. "Im no good with feelings. I've had bad part experiences with people i've loved. Always throught i openeed too much. I was afraid to show you how i felt. I didn't want to loose our friendship, but i yearned for you. So much. Getting drunk was a way for me to hide it all. To give an reason without having to tell you the real reason."
"Ville.. it hurt so much."
"Im sorry, i really am. It hurt me too."
A tight embrace and soft butterfly kisses seem to take everything away. The room around us blurred out and the only thing i could see was him, kissing me., holding me.
Okay, i SERIOUSLY do not know where to go with this. I might take a break, becuase i have no idea's left. Things in this fiction went faster than they should have.. but im happy with it thus far. I just don't know what else to do. Im thinking of starting a new one. I've had the idea for this new one in my head for awhile... i dont know. Blah.
April.