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Skin Deep
The chapter before this one because I'm still on the fucked up mac:
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/4223828.html#cutid1
“Gotcha.” Bam smiled sadly as he pulled away enough for their eyes to
meet. “Do you know how crazy I thought I was these last few days?”
Ville sighed as he thought back over the time that had passed since
he’d entered the castle.
“I think I have an idea.”
Bam raised an eyebrow as he pressed his body closer, resting his
head around where it would be if had Ville been his normal height.
“You can drop the American accent if you want.”
Ville bit his lip but complied. “Why are you not freaking out and
more importantly how the fuck did you even begin to imagine
that your best friend and your wife... well... y’know... switched?”
The skater sighed heavily. “I’m part of the Jackass crew,
do you really think I’d still be alive if I didn’t learn to pay attention
every now and then? You miss a beat with those guys and you’re
either in the hospital or humiliated. Or both.” One look at the
grimace washing over Bam’s face and Ville knew he was remembering
the broken tailbone incident.
Bam smiled humorlessly. “It only takes one time for you to learn.
You let something slip like what terrifies you the most and then
you turn around to find it staring you down as your friends laugh.
Nah, Willa. I learned a long time ago when to be on guard.”
Ville giggled. “When did Bam Margera turn into a jaded old man?”
Bam let a smile crack his face as he swatted the back of his wife’s
head. “Am not.” He pouted. Ville leaned down to kiss the tip of
his nose.
“If you keep making that face eventually it’ll stay like that.”
“Do you think that’s really true?” Bam mused.
Ville snorted. “Brandon, please.”
“It might be! I bet no one’s had the nerve to try, just in case it
really was true.”
“Don’t worry BamBam,” Ville cooed. “It’s not true.”
Bam giggled and told him to stop but the light shining in those
laughing blues left Ville wanting this moment to last forever.
It felt right. It felt good. It felt... like where he belonged.
It was where he’d always belonged. The realization continued
to sober him up as he drifted further into his thoughtful daze.
When he finally spoke his words were soft and Bam could tell that
he was afraid of the answer.
“How did you know it was me?”
“How did I know or what made me think it might be?”
“Both, I guess.” Ville shrugged, not really getting the question.
Bam rolled to his stomach, resting his head on his hands that lay
folded across the wrong stomach. He had to look past his wife’s
features in order to see his friend correctly, but it wasn’t as hard
as it should’ve been. He studied the way her eyebrows arched,
one slightly higher as the patiently amused grin waited for his
answer. The light that shone through those brilliant jades was
enough to make his heart thump so rapidly that he guessed that
at any moment it could beat right out of his chest.
“Your eyes, for one. That tipped me off. Hers are about as bright
as shit water.”
“Bammie, that’s mean.” Ville scolded.
The skater snorted. “Hey, it’s honesty. What are you gonna
do? Tell on me?”
“I might.” Ville pouted.
Bam smirked. “Then I’ll just tell her, er... him? That you took
advantage of me under your carefully assembled guise and
that you planned this whole thing from the start.”
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Ville scoffed. “Oh yeah,
the first thing I would do if I acquired magic powers would be to
switch bodies with your wife. I just wanted to have her ass so bad...
‘cause.. mine’s all flat and junk.”
“Nah, you didn’t want her ass. Just mine.” Bam smirked.
Ville’s smile faltered. The skater cocked an eyebrow.
“Do you?”
Ville cleared her throat awkwardly. “You didn’t finish answering
my question.”
“And you’re avoiding mine.”
Ville sighed. “Fair enough but tell me first what gave me away.”
Bam smiled. “Do you honestly think I would ever be able to not
recognize you? Do you think for one second that I could ever
mistake you for someone else?” He reached a hand to cup his
wife’s cheek, smoothing his thumb along her curves with a sense
of affection that Ville had only ever dreamed of.
“I can’t tell you how, Willa. I just know you.”
“Well this is all very touching, but you both seem to be forgetting
something.” A deep voice growled from the doorway. Ville squeaked
and pushed the skater away as he scrambled to maintain some sort
of innocence in the situation. Bam stood, moving instinctively in
front of Ville as he bristled at the intrusion.
Ville’s real body was standing to it’s full height in the doorway, fists
balled of their own accord. Ville bit his rose-petal lips as he watched
the pure psychotic rage wash over his familiar limbs. Ryan stood
awkwardly behind him, wondering what god would ever throw him
into the middle of this fucked up situation.
Missy strode forward, using her newly acquired height to glare
around Bam and directly into Ville’s eyes. “I think,” She growled,
“that you should leave.”
Ville gulped before looking to Bam for direction. The skater turned
to him, his eyes immediately softening. “It’s okay.” He smirked slightly.
“I think I can take ‘er.”
Ville nodded and padded quietly around the skater and his old body.
“Ryan?” He squeaked.
“Yeah, c’mon.” The red-head sighed dejectedly. “We’ll just, go outside
so.... you two can uh, chat.”
“If you even consider taking one drag off his smoke in my body, I swear
to god I’ll-”
“Shut up, Missy.” Bam spat. “I’m so sick of your narcissistic control issues.”
Missy reeled to turn on Bam. “Oh, don’t you even start with me Brandon.
Where do you get off calling anyone but your own reflection narcissistic?
I am surprised however, that you know such big words. Did your mum
buy you a word a day calender so you can learn to impress your friends?”
“C’mon,” Ryan whispered to Ville. “We should take our cue before it gets
ugly.”
Ville glanced to his friend, who’s eyes were wild with anger as he retorted.
“He’ll be fine,” Ryan continued as he tugged Ville towards the door.
“Trust me, there are some sides of Bam that you don’t want to see.”
Ville sighed heavily but let her body be pulled along. Ryan was right.
This wasn’t his battle. It was Bam’s and his alone.
“Fine, but I’m smoking the rest of your pack.”
Ryan chuckled dryly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got half a carton in the car.
Let’s go give Missy lung cancer.”
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better update than last night? :3
The chapter before this one because I'm still on the fucked up mac:
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/4223828.html#cutid1
“Gotcha.” Bam smiled sadly as he pulled away enough for their eyes to
meet. “Do you know how crazy I thought I was these last few days?”
Ville sighed as he thought back over the time that had passed since
he’d entered the castle.
“I think I have an idea.”
Bam raised an eyebrow as he pressed his body closer, resting his
head around where it would be if had Ville been his normal height.
“You can drop the American accent if you want.”
Ville bit his lip but complied. “Why are you not freaking out and
more importantly how the fuck did you even begin to imagine
that your best friend and your wife... well... y’know... switched?”
The skater sighed heavily. “I’m part of the Jackass crew,
do you really think I’d still be alive if I didn’t learn to pay attention
every now and then? You miss a beat with those guys and you’re
either in the hospital or humiliated. Or both.” One look at the
grimace washing over Bam’s face and Ville knew he was remembering
the broken tailbone incident.
Bam smiled humorlessly. “It only takes one time for you to learn.
You let something slip like what terrifies you the most and then
you turn around to find it staring you down as your friends laugh.
Nah, Willa. I learned a long time ago when to be on guard.”
Ville giggled. “When did Bam Margera turn into a jaded old man?”
Bam let a smile crack his face as he swatted the back of his wife’s
head. “Am not.” He pouted. Ville leaned down to kiss the tip of
his nose.
“If you keep making that face eventually it’ll stay like that.”
“Do you think that’s really true?” Bam mused.
Ville snorted. “Brandon, please.”
“It might be! I bet no one’s had the nerve to try, just in case it
really was true.”
“Don’t worry BamBam,” Ville cooed. “It’s not true.”
Bam giggled and told him to stop but the light shining in those
laughing blues left Ville wanting this moment to last forever.
It felt right. It felt good. It felt... like where he belonged.
It was where he’d always belonged. The realization continued
to sober him up as he drifted further into his thoughtful daze.
When he finally spoke his words were soft and Bam could tell that
he was afraid of the answer.
“How did you know it was me?”
“How did I know or what made me think it might be?”
“Both, I guess.” Ville shrugged, not really getting the question.
Bam rolled to his stomach, resting his head on his hands that lay
folded across the wrong stomach. He had to look past his wife’s
features in order to see his friend correctly, but it wasn’t as hard
as it should’ve been. He studied the way her eyebrows arched,
one slightly higher as the patiently amused grin waited for his
answer. The light that shone through those brilliant jades was
enough to make his heart thump so rapidly that he guessed that
at any moment it could beat right out of his chest.
“Your eyes, for one. That tipped me off. Hers are about as bright
as shit water.”
“Bammie, that’s mean.” Ville scolded.
The skater snorted. “Hey, it’s honesty. What are you gonna
do? Tell on me?”
“I might.” Ville pouted.
Bam smirked. “Then I’ll just tell her, er... him? That you took
advantage of me under your carefully assembled guise and
that you planned this whole thing from the start.”
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Ville scoffed. “Oh yeah,
the first thing I would do if I acquired magic powers would be to
switch bodies with your wife. I just wanted to have her ass so bad...
‘cause.. mine’s all flat and junk.”
“Nah, you didn’t want her ass. Just mine.” Bam smirked.
Ville’s smile faltered. The skater cocked an eyebrow.
“Do you?”
Ville cleared her throat awkwardly. “You didn’t finish answering
my question.”
“And you’re avoiding mine.”
Ville sighed. “Fair enough but tell me first what gave me away.”
Bam smiled. “Do you honestly think I would ever be able to not
recognize you? Do you think for one second that I could ever
mistake you for someone else?” He reached a hand to cup his
wife’s cheek, smoothing his thumb along her curves with a sense
of affection that Ville had only ever dreamed of.
“I can’t tell you how, Willa. I just know you.”
“Well this is all very touching, but you both seem to be forgetting
something.” A deep voice growled from the doorway. Ville squeaked
and pushed the skater away as he scrambled to maintain some sort
of innocence in the situation. Bam stood, moving instinctively in
front of Ville as he bristled at the intrusion.
Ville’s real body was standing to it’s full height in the doorway, fists
balled of their own accord. Ville bit his rose-petal lips as he watched
the pure psychotic rage wash over his familiar limbs. Ryan stood
awkwardly behind him, wondering what god would ever throw him
into the middle of this fucked up situation.
Missy strode forward, using her newly acquired height to glare
around Bam and directly into Ville’s eyes. “I think,” She growled,
“that you should leave.”
Ville gulped before looking to Bam for direction. The skater turned
to him, his eyes immediately softening. “It’s okay.” He smirked slightly.
“I think I can take ‘er.”
Ville nodded and padded quietly around the skater and his old body.
“Ryan?” He squeaked.
“Yeah, c’mon.” The red-head sighed dejectedly. “We’ll just, go outside
so.... you two can uh, chat.”
“If you even consider taking one drag off his smoke in my body, I swear
to god I’ll-”
“Shut up, Missy.” Bam spat. “I’m so sick of your narcissistic control issues.”
Missy reeled to turn on Bam. “Oh, don’t you even start with me Brandon.
Where do you get off calling anyone but your own reflection narcissistic?
I am surprised however, that you know such big words. Did your mum
buy you a word a day calender so you can learn to impress your friends?”
“C’mon,” Ryan whispered to Ville. “We should take our cue before it gets
ugly.”
Ville glanced to his friend, who’s eyes were wild with anger as he retorted.
“He’ll be fine,” Ryan continued as he tugged Ville towards the door.
“Trust me, there are some sides of Bam that you don’t want to see.”
Ville sighed heavily but let her body be pulled along. Ryan was right.
This wasn’t his battle. It was Bam’s and his alone.
“Fine, but I’m smoking the rest of your pack.”
Ryan chuckled dryly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got half a carton in the car.
Let’s go give Missy lung cancer.”
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better update than last night? :3