One Or The Other - Prologue
Title: One Or The Other
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Me. Kay. Joan. Emo. xemoxomegax. Biznit. Whatever ya wanna call me. Except the C word -eyetwitch- Last person to call me Cookie died.
Rating: PG-13 - R - NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Bam stops the fangirling. Over HIM at least. While Ville reacts in a way even he doesn't see coming.
Disclaimer: All I own is this lip balm. ::mother screaming:: Fine! I don't own the lip balm..::sulk::
Authors note: ::nervous laughter:: First true Vam fic.. first attempted chapter fic.. But this idea was just too good to forget with all the others. Constructive critism would be adored like Vammeh smuff!
Heat and sweat and thump and rythm and the hot, damp slick of stinking dirty bodies. Fear and adrenaline and pure psychotic glee as he breathes the music for fear of breathing in the thick musk that is now the air. Feeling the vibrations of that incredibly deep voice and the thrumming bass notes and the screeching guitars and the pounding drums and - fuck... This was a good concert.
Bam's hair stuck to his face along with every article of clothing on his soaked body, his heart, whose rate had been not-so-steadily escalating all evening, thumped solidly in his throat. The adrenaline and pure blinding exhilaration still buzzed through his every vein as he pushed himself through the throngs of crazed rock fans, strangely feeling completely at home.
He just laughed at the looks he recieved, the grin threatening to split his pretty little face as he basically threw himself through the small door leading to the backstage area. The jealous hisses and screams as people realised the Bam Margera was in their midst only made him giggle harder as he bounced his way passed security, excitement developing biological moonboots as he zoomed about, looking for his prey. "Ville!" he yelled, coming to an abrupt halt before his exhausted idol. "Fuck that show was brilliant! I mean, the way you did Wicked Game! I've never heard you do that before, man! And Linde fucking stage dived...just.. phenomenal!"
Ville offered him a trademark elegant smile, green eyes flashing as he rubbed his forehead with the already damp cuff of his black silk shirt. He'd just crashed his way through an electric set with a thoroughly fantastic audience without alcohol or nicotin, and felt like ripping something a new one. There was a reason he had requested no fans tonight - asslicking had been slowly working at his already fragile, cigaretteless nerves. Somehow the black-clad beef-cakes supposed to be guarding this place had been using their single brain cell to breathe, ergo forgetting that a hyper Mr. Margera was probably the biggest fangirl they could ever encounter.
And by heck was Ville getting a memory recap now.
"Man! That was fucking rocking! I swear, I've seen so many shows, and theyv'e all been fucking brilliant, but that was MIND-BLOWING!" he near squealed as Ville dug through his bags, then Linde's, then Mige's.
Sometimes having a best friend who doubled as a fangirl wasn't the most fun. But don't get him wrong, he loved Bam dearly, almost too much. Almost. But it was wearing when all he wanted to do was get absolutely drunk out of his mind and - "By God where are my cigarettes?" he cried in exasperation, mid tirade, causing Bam to stop and blink at him. "They're in your back pocket, Willa..." the boy said simply, reaching over and pulling the slightly crushed rectangular box from the back of Ville's shockingly tight jeans. How they fit in there was just one of lifes great mysteries.
"Then why didn't you tell me that when I was looking for them before?" he all but growled, taking the pack not as gratefully as he could have, yanking one out and lighting it quickly, leaning heavily against the wall and closing his eyes as he inhaled the bitter sweetness of the tobacco.
"I didn't know you were looking for them, you haven't even spoken to me.." Bam replied, slightly sulkily the Finn noticed with a quirked eyebrow.
"I didn't want to interupt you. Wait, couldn't interupt you," he said with a faint smile, opening his eyes and meeting even sulkier blue.
"I was just telling you what I thought about the show," he sighed, running a hand through unruly brown curls as he shuffled from foot to foot, suddenly quite uncomfortable beneath Ville's burning gaze. Things had a tendancy to go like this. Bam's never more comfortable than when he's with Ville, but the rocker could change things in seconds with just a slight change in his eyes. Now was one of those times, leaving the smaller man feeling like a scolded child.
"I know what you think about the show, Bam-Bam, your opinion never changes," he stated, a slightly annoyed edge to his voice that forced a frown across Bam's lips.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned, all wide eyes and mild shock.
"It means sometimes I wish you'd be my friend and tell the truth rather than be a HIM fan and lick my ass."
Ville gulped, regretting the words as soon as they left his lips. Nothing had even really got him. Bam had been calm compared to other nights. Yet today the sentence had chosen to trickle venomously from his tongue. He looked away, taking another long drag on the small white stick so he wouldn't have to witness the hurt steadily forming on Bam's face. An express he'd seen many times yet never been the one to cause.
Then imagine how startled Ville must have been when he looked back to his friend, only to see him quietly calm with a completely uncaring look in his eyes. "Then I'll have to stop being one or the other, I guess," he said dismissively, accentuating his attitude with a light shrug of his shoulders before turning and wordlessly leaving the room and a very disturbed Mr. Valo.
He couldn't quite explain the dread rising up from the centre of his chest as he sunk down onto the sofa, cigarette steadily burning a record breaking length of ash between his fingers as he blinked quietly, Bam's words echoing through his mildly stunned brain.
Wow. Clever move. Tonight he'd either lost his most precious friend or greatest fan.
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Comments = Sweet sex cookies! PS: Sorry it's so short. Chapters will be lawnguh!
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Me. Kay. Joan. Emo. xemoxomegax. Biznit. Whatever ya wanna call me. Except the C word -eyetwitch- Last person to call me Cookie died.
Rating: PG-13 - R - NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Bam stops the fangirling. Over HIM at least. While Ville reacts in a way even he doesn't see coming.
Disclaimer: All I own is this lip balm. ::mother screaming:: Fine! I don't own the lip balm..::sulk::
Authors note: ::nervous laughter:: First true Vam fic.. first attempted chapter fic.. But this idea was just too good to forget with all the others. Constructive critism would be adored like Vammeh smuff!
Heat and sweat and thump and rythm and the hot, damp slick of stinking dirty bodies. Fear and adrenaline and pure psychotic glee as he breathes the music for fear of breathing in the thick musk that is now the air. Feeling the vibrations of that incredibly deep voice and the thrumming bass notes and the screeching guitars and the pounding drums and - fuck... This was a good concert.
Bam's hair stuck to his face along with every article of clothing on his soaked body, his heart, whose rate had been not-so-steadily escalating all evening, thumped solidly in his throat. The adrenaline and pure blinding exhilaration still buzzed through his every vein as he pushed himself through the throngs of crazed rock fans, strangely feeling completely at home.
He just laughed at the looks he recieved, the grin threatening to split his pretty little face as he basically threw himself through the small door leading to the backstage area. The jealous hisses and screams as people realised the Bam Margera was in their midst only made him giggle harder as he bounced his way passed security, excitement developing biological moonboots as he zoomed about, looking for his prey. "Ville!" he yelled, coming to an abrupt halt before his exhausted idol. "Fuck that show was brilliant! I mean, the way you did Wicked Game! I've never heard you do that before, man! And Linde fucking stage dived...just.. phenomenal!"
Ville offered him a trademark elegant smile, green eyes flashing as he rubbed his forehead with the already damp cuff of his black silk shirt. He'd just crashed his way through an electric set with a thoroughly fantastic audience without alcohol or nicotin, and felt like ripping something a new one. There was a reason he had requested no fans tonight - asslicking had been slowly working at his already fragile, cigaretteless nerves. Somehow the black-clad beef-cakes supposed to be guarding this place had been using their single brain cell to breathe, ergo forgetting that a hyper Mr. Margera was probably the biggest fangirl they could ever encounter.
And by heck was Ville getting a memory recap now.
"Man! That was fucking rocking! I swear, I've seen so many shows, and theyv'e all been fucking brilliant, but that was MIND-BLOWING!" he near squealed as Ville dug through his bags, then Linde's, then Mige's.
Sometimes having a best friend who doubled as a fangirl wasn't the most fun. But don't get him wrong, he loved Bam dearly, almost too much. Almost. But it was wearing when all he wanted to do was get absolutely drunk out of his mind and - "By God where are my cigarettes?" he cried in exasperation, mid tirade, causing Bam to stop and blink at him. "They're in your back pocket, Willa..." the boy said simply, reaching over and pulling the slightly crushed rectangular box from the back of Ville's shockingly tight jeans. How they fit in there was just one of lifes great mysteries.
"Then why didn't you tell me that when I was looking for them before?" he all but growled, taking the pack not as gratefully as he could have, yanking one out and lighting it quickly, leaning heavily against the wall and closing his eyes as he inhaled the bitter sweetness of the tobacco.
"I didn't know you were looking for them, you haven't even spoken to me.." Bam replied, slightly sulkily the Finn noticed with a quirked eyebrow.
"I didn't want to interupt you. Wait, couldn't interupt you," he said with a faint smile, opening his eyes and meeting even sulkier blue.
"I was just telling you what I thought about the show," he sighed, running a hand through unruly brown curls as he shuffled from foot to foot, suddenly quite uncomfortable beneath Ville's burning gaze. Things had a tendancy to go like this. Bam's never more comfortable than when he's with Ville, but the rocker could change things in seconds with just a slight change in his eyes. Now was one of those times, leaving the smaller man feeling like a scolded child.
"I know what you think about the show, Bam-Bam, your opinion never changes," he stated, a slightly annoyed edge to his voice that forced a frown across Bam's lips.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned, all wide eyes and mild shock.
"It means sometimes I wish you'd be my friend and tell the truth rather than be a HIM fan and lick my ass."
Ville gulped, regretting the words as soon as they left his lips. Nothing had even really got him. Bam had been calm compared to other nights. Yet today the sentence had chosen to trickle venomously from his tongue. He looked away, taking another long drag on the small white stick so he wouldn't have to witness the hurt steadily forming on Bam's face. An express he'd seen many times yet never been the one to cause.
Then imagine how startled Ville must have been when he looked back to his friend, only to see him quietly calm with a completely uncaring look in his eyes. "Then I'll have to stop being one or the other, I guess," he said dismissively, accentuating his attitude with a light shrug of his shoulders before turning and wordlessly leaving the room and a very disturbed Mr. Valo.
He couldn't quite explain the dread rising up from the centre of his chest as he sunk down onto the sofa, cigarette steadily burning a record breaking length of ash between his fingers as he blinked quietly, Bam's words echoing through his mildly stunned brain.
Wow. Clever move. Tonight he'd either lost his most precious friend or greatest fan.
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Comments = Sweet sex cookies! PS: Sorry it's so short. Chapters will be lawnguh!