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New story finnally, I've had major writers block lately. Not the best but oh well. Hope you like it.
I looked at the smooth skin of Ville Valo, my rock star. Yes he’s mine. I held him in my arms, him sleeping soundly and me sitting up appreciating the beautiful man I held in my arms. He was so gorgeous, wild, yet he looked like he could break easily.
His black hair cascaded over the side of his face, like an ebony waterfall. His creamy white skin was smooth, unharmed. His eyes were outlined in smudged eyeliner. He was perfect, at least to me he was.
To himself, I don’t know what he sees, the way he puts himself down, I’m curious on what he sees when he looks in the mirror. He was thin, at least that’s what I saw, he seemed not to believe that he needed to eat more.
I brushed aside his hair, kissing his temple lightly. He stirred slightly, turning so he faced me but he didn’t open his eyes. I laid my head beside his, looking at him intently.
“It’s not polite to stare, Bambi.” Ville muttered, his eyes still closed.
I grinned and kissed Ville’s forehead, “Sorry couldn’t help it, you’re just to irresistible.” Ville laughed and opened his eyes, his stunning green eyes sparkling.
“I’m sure,” Ville said doubtfully. I frowned at his doubt, why doesn’t he think better of himself?
We got out of bed, walking out of our bedroom in only our boxers. We walked down the stairs, hand in hand, and out to the kitchen. Ryan nodded at us in greeting as we sat down at the counter. Pouring my self some cereal I offered some to Ville. He declined quietly, saying he wasn’t hungry.
I ate quietly as Ville hummed a song, one of his many. Ape walked downstairs, frowning at the fact Ville was not eating. Everyone knew that he had a problem except him.
“Ville you should eat something.” Ape said in a motherly tone.
“No thanks, April, I’m not hungry” he said in his deep voice. I melted at the beautiful sound.
“Ville, you haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday.” Ape stated.
“I’m not hungry, April.” Ville said firmly. Ape pursed her lips, but backed off. I finished my food, got up and wrapped my arms around his slender waist.
“Come on baby, we need to talk.” I whispered, dragging him back upstairs. We got back into our room and I stood him in front of the mirror. “What do you see?”
“What?” he asked slightly confused.
“In the mirror what do you see?” I rephrased.
“Me.” He stated simply.
“What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“When you look in the mirror how do you see yourself? Really look.” I said, walking away from the mirror, sitting down on the bed. Ville looked into the mirror deeply. He shifted his footing and sighed.
“Something that could be better.” He stated.
“Like?”
“My fat.” He muttered. I looked at him in disbelief.
“What fat?”
“The fat on my body. All of this.” He said rubbing his stomach, his flat, slender stomach.
“Am I fat?” I asked standing next to him.
“Of course not Bam!” Ville said shocked, “How could you possibly think that?”
“I’m bigger than you, I weigh more than you, if your fat, I’m huge. Maybe I should cut down on eating so much.” I said looking at my stomach, poking it slightly.
Ville grabbed my face, “No! You are not fat, Brandon Cole Margera!” he snapped, “You are beautiful, your perfect, got it?”
“Neither are you Ville. You’re skinny, you’re perfect, and you are beautiful.” I stressed. He looked at me, back at the mirror, and then back at me. I put my hands on his face, pulling his lips to mine.
It was sweet and tender, yet passionate. We broke apart and I smiled, “You’re my perfect little rock star.”
“Yours huh?” Ville laughed. My smile widened.
‘Yeah, mine.” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist, “You’re my skinny, beautiful, perfect, rock star.”
Ville smiled, looked at the mirror, then back to me, “Yeah, I guess I am.”
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I looked at the smooth skin of Ville Valo, my rock star. Yes he’s mine. I held him in my arms, him sleeping soundly and me sitting up appreciating the beautiful man I held in my arms. He was so gorgeous, wild, yet he looked like he could break easily.
His black hair cascaded over the side of his face, like an ebony waterfall. His creamy white skin was smooth, unharmed. His eyes were outlined in smudged eyeliner. He was perfect, at least to me he was.
To himself, I don’t know what he sees, the way he puts himself down, I’m curious on what he sees when he looks in the mirror. He was thin, at least that’s what I saw, he seemed not to believe that he needed to eat more.
I brushed aside his hair, kissing his temple lightly. He stirred slightly, turning so he faced me but he didn’t open his eyes. I laid my head beside his, looking at him intently.
“It’s not polite to stare, Bambi.” Ville muttered, his eyes still closed.
I grinned and kissed Ville’s forehead, “Sorry couldn’t help it, you’re just to irresistible.” Ville laughed and opened his eyes, his stunning green eyes sparkling.
“I’m sure,” Ville said doubtfully. I frowned at his doubt, why doesn’t he think better of himself?
We got out of bed, walking out of our bedroom in only our boxers. We walked down the stairs, hand in hand, and out to the kitchen. Ryan nodded at us in greeting as we sat down at the counter. Pouring my self some cereal I offered some to Ville. He declined quietly, saying he wasn’t hungry.
I ate quietly as Ville hummed a song, one of his many. Ape walked downstairs, frowning at the fact Ville was not eating. Everyone knew that he had a problem except him.
“Ville you should eat something.” Ape said in a motherly tone.
“No thanks, April, I’m not hungry” he said in his deep voice. I melted at the beautiful sound.
“Ville, you haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday.” Ape stated.
“I’m not hungry, April.” Ville said firmly. Ape pursed her lips, but backed off. I finished my food, got up and wrapped my arms around his slender waist.
“Come on baby, we need to talk.” I whispered, dragging him back upstairs. We got back into our room and I stood him in front of the mirror. “What do you see?”
“What?” he asked slightly confused.
“In the mirror what do you see?” I rephrased.
“Me.” He stated simply.
“What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“When you look in the mirror how do you see yourself? Really look.” I said, walking away from the mirror, sitting down on the bed. Ville looked into the mirror deeply. He shifted his footing and sighed.
“Something that could be better.” He stated.
“Like?”
“My fat.” He muttered. I looked at him in disbelief.
“What fat?”
“The fat on my body. All of this.” He said rubbing his stomach, his flat, slender stomach.
“Am I fat?” I asked standing next to him.
“Of course not Bam!” Ville said shocked, “How could you possibly think that?”
“I’m bigger than you, I weigh more than you, if your fat, I’m huge. Maybe I should cut down on eating so much.” I said looking at my stomach, poking it slightly.
Ville grabbed my face, “No! You are not fat, Brandon Cole Margera!” he snapped, “You are beautiful, your perfect, got it?”
“Neither are you Ville. You’re skinny, you’re perfect, and you are beautiful.” I stressed. He looked at me, back at the mirror, and then back at me. I put my hands on his face, pulling his lips to mine.
It was sweet and tender, yet passionate. We broke apart and I smiled, “You’re my perfect little rock star.”
“Yours huh?” Ville laughed. My smile widened.
‘Yeah, mine.” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist, “You’re my skinny, beautiful, perfect, rock star.”
Ville smiled, looked at the mirror, then back to me, “Yeah, I guess I am.”
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