Hangover

[draculaaah]

Title: Hangover
Author: Draculaah
Rating: PG-13 for a few swear words (the horror!)
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Highschool AU (a tried and true classic AU lol) - Bam has a wild drunken night at a Valentines Day Party with Ville, whom he originally thought was just some random hot chick. They become friends through this awkward situation and end up meaning more to eachother than they ever thought they would.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone involved in this story, and it is sadly all a work of fiction.
Author's note: I'm not entirely sure how this is going to play out. It was originally going to be a cute, awkward one-shot but I feel that it may have the potential to be a multi-chaptered story, if only because the ending seemed inconclusive and I couldn't figure out how to make it feel like an ending. Feedback is greatly appreciated and very much needed! I know I have like, one story around here that I never continued, but I'm probably going to start working on that again. I just got a little stumped is all. I hope you like the story, and I hope I can figure out how to continue it.


February 14, 1992

Bam sat in the back of the class in his usual seat, staring angrily at the open window blinds before covering his face in his arms and closing his eyes. His head throbbed painfully - it felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets at any minute. The little bit of weed he smoked before heading to school barely helped ease the aches and pains of his raging hangover from the previous night's Valentine's Day party.

It wasn't really a Valentine's Day party. It was just an excuse to get drunk, really.

He sprung up quickly when the teacher's ruler smacked loudly against his desk as she walked past, glancing at him knowingly with a raised brow, before doing the same to a few other hungover students.

Yawning and stretching his arms, he peered around the room with squinted eyes before stopping at the figure of a girl at the front of the class.

She was tall as fuck, pale, and thin, with long, curly chocolate brown hair that fell around her shoulders like...well, he wasn't very good at describing shit, but she had soft hair. He knew because she was all over him last night at that party. He couldn't remember it clearly, only bits and pieces of what happened, but if he closed his eyes, he could almost feel her hair on his skin, brushing against his cheeks, the smell of musky sandalwood incense lingering from her. She was animalistic in a really gentle way, and her eyes were of the brightest, most striking green, like when it rains and all the plants seem to glow in their newly-hydrated state.

Now it was Valentines Day, and she was right there. He'd never really noticed that she was in his English class until now.

Looking at the clock, he could see that 5 minutes remained before the start of the class.

He decided that he would approach her.

Biting his lip, he dug out the notebook in his bag and ripped out a clean sheet of paper to whip up a last-minute Valentine's Day card for this mysterious girl he couldn't quite make up a clear image of. All he could remember were her eyes, her hair, and the way she smelled and touched him.

His heart fluttered in his chest as he drew a poorly-shapen heart and searched wildly within himself for something to reel her in. A card as shitty as this needed a little something extra, but what?

He had no idea what she liked. He knew absolutely nothing about her.

Noticing he only had 3 minutes left, he quickly scribbled down a few things before standing up and taking a deep breath, then sighing nervously. He ruffled his hair a bit, rubbed the blurriness from his eyes, and began to slowly walk toward her desk.

Peering over her shoulder, he could see that she was reading The Satanic Bible. He snorted in amusement and continued forward, standing in front of her desk and leaning over a bit. She didn't seem to sense that he was there, as she was so wrapped up in her book, so he slid the rushed Valentines Day card on top of the page she was reading.

A bit startled, she looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Hello."

Bam almost choked on air as he heard the confused greeting from a BELLOWING baritone.

This was no chick.

This was a dude.

"Uh..." Bam croaked, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as the guy folded over the page he was reading so that he could look at the card. He glanced up at Bam before looking back down at it, and reading, "This card is as shitty as my memory of last night," he let out a low chuckle before continuing, "Happy Valentines Day. PS you smell good."

He stared at the card for a moment longer, thumbing the corner of the paper, before placing it back down on the table and resting his chin in his hand.

Bam could feel himself growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second as he looked down upon this dude. Despite knowing that he was not a she, Bam still couldn't take his eyes off of him. He did have the prettiest fucking eyes he'd ever seen. Dewey, pale skin stretched over razor-sharp cheekbones and a sculpted jaw, and his lips were a deep blood-red. His soft hair cupped his face and he longed to touch it once more.

"Thanks." He said in a low-voice, with an accent that he couldn't recognize.

Bam decided to change the subject, "Where are you from?"

"Finland. Er, Helsinki, which was in Finland." He nodded, before furrowing his eyebrows and looking up at the ceiling, "Uh... I mean... still.. is... in Finland..."

Bam laughed at his mistake, and to his relief, the pretty-as-a-girl Finn laughed along with him. He had a gap between his two front teeth, and while that is normally considered a flaw, he thought it made him look unique and distinctive, only adding to his attractiveness.

He held back the urge to ram his head into the nearest wall for thinking these things about a dude, and struggled to detach himself from his previous feelings. He did think this guy was a girl at first, afterall, so it was probably normal that the feelings would last for a little while longer. Only temporary, of course. He wasn't into guys. At all.

Jesus Christ, he thought to himself. I made out with a dude.

Fuck.

"You're Bam." He said with a nod, running his hands through his hair. He was wearing silver hooped earrings.

"Y-yeah," he said quickly, scratching his head, "Who are you?"

"Ville."

"Vill-uh - got it."

Ville smiled sweetly at him and motioned toward the clock, "Class is starting in less than a minute, Bam."

He swallowed hard and nodded in slight bewilderment before opening his mouth to say something, though he didn't know what. He decided to leave before he said something really stupid, so he nodded again and began to walk to his desk.

"Bam?"

He turned around, locking eyes with Ville.

"Happy Valentines Day to you, too."

This caught the attention of a few students, who snickered amongst themselves at what appeared to be an extremely gay situation. Bam just stared, mouth slightly-agape, as he nodded quickly and sat down in his seat before covering his face with his hands.

Nice one, Bam.

Reeeal nice.