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Title: Choose your own adventure
pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: I dont own shit so :p
Summary: Did anyone else read the choose your own adventure books growing up? Well that is what this story is. It might fail but ehh I'll gave it a try. Vote for what you want to happen and the most votes wins.
Chapter 1 http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/1127655.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/1127698.html
Ville shot up in bed. “What er…how did you get in here?”
“Someone forgot to lock their hotel room door.” Bam was sitting comfortably in a near by chair watching Ville intently. “You’re lucky it was me and not some axe wielding murderer.”
Rummaging threw a bag next to the bed Ville soon found his morning breakfast a nice cigarette. “Well you nearly gave me a heart attack”
“What are you doing sleeping anyways? Get your shit together and let’s go!” Bam got up then flashing his keys for a moment. “I’ll meet you down stairs.” With that he left.
Ville took a deep breath in. He could have said worse things and he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. He kind of looked like he even enjoyed it. Throwing his items into a bag he left the room and went to meet Bam.
Bam was there leaning against a cherry red convertible. “Thought we could do the ride in style.”
What a sight. Licking his lips in enjoyment he watched Bam’s eyebrows lift a little bit. This snapped him back to attention. Throwing his bag into the car the two of them were off.
There was little conversation on drive. Bam had had his music blasting giving Ville time to relax.
Once there both were surprised to find a party going on full blast in the house.
“What the fuck?” Bam looked slightly annoyed as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. He stormed off into the house looking like a put off little kid.
Ville followed soon after but Bam seemed no where in sight. Hours past and his stomach began to tighten. He was feeling tired and slightly nauseous. Several days of little or no sleep and a diet of cigarettes and Red Bull was catching up to him and fast. The room began to spin so he walked outside hoping the fresh air would calm these feelings but he just felt worse.
“Just walk it off” Ville spoke to himself as he took a few steps forward. With the last step down the world seemed to slip away and with that Ville fell to the ground.
“Has anyone seen Ville?” Bam made his rounds trying to find out which smart ass started this party in the first place. After being detained by several overly hormonal females he decided to look for Ville. “Where the fuck did he go?” Walking outside Bam saw a figure lying in the grass. It wasn’t uncommon to find someone passed out at a party like this. But the figure looked familiar…it looked like “Ville! Oh fuck, are you ok?”
Bam checked out his long time friend. This time together was not going the way he had plan and now this. “Ville are you ok answer me?!”
He mumbled an answer that sort of resembled something to that of being tired. With this Bam picked Ville up and carefully brought him back into the house. After he placed him in a near by chair he faced the crowd of people. “Attention! I want everyone the fuck out. Now!” A few people stared as though they were waiting for a joke but it never came. “Did I fucking stutter? Get the hell out!”
As people were leaving Bam picked Ville back up and carried him up to his bedroom. He could have cared less what people might be thinking. Right now Ville needed him. Placing him gently on the bed he could not help but notice how cold Ville’s skin was. He had to warm him up but how?
Choose your own adventure…
Does Bam think back to his days as a boy scout
Or
Does he think back to his days in Jackass
(Only one will lead to smut…but I’ll never tell with one! *evil laugh*)
pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: I dont own shit so :p
Summary: Did anyone else read the choose your own adventure books growing up? Well that is what this story is. It might fail but ehh I'll gave it a try. Vote for what you want to happen and the most votes wins.
Chapter 1 http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/1127655.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/1127698.html
Ville shot up in bed. “What er…how did you get in here?”
“Someone forgot to lock their hotel room door.” Bam was sitting comfortably in a near by chair watching Ville intently. “You’re lucky it was me and not some axe wielding murderer.”
Rummaging threw a bag next to the bed Ville soon found his morning breakfast a nice cigarette. “Well you nearly gave me a heart attack”
“What are you doing sleeping anyways? Get your shit together and let’s go!” Bam got up then flashing his keys for a moment. “I’ll meet you down stairs.” With that he left.
Ville took a deep breath in. He could have said worse things and he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. He kind of looked like he even enjoyed it. Throwing his items into a bag he left the room and went to meet Bam.
Bam was there leaning against a cherry red convertible. “Thought we could do the ride in style.”
What a sight. Licking his lips in enjoyment he watched Bam’s eyebrows lift a little bit. This snapped him back to attention. Throwing his bag into the car the two of them were off.
There was little conversation on drive. Bam had had his music blasting giving Ville time to relax.
Once there both were surprised to find a party going on full blast in the house.
“What the fuck?” Bam looked slightly annoyed as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. He stormed off into the house looking like a put off little kid.
Ville followed soon after but Bam seemed no where in sight. Hours past and his stomach began to tighten. He was feeling tired and slightly nauseous. Several days of little or no sleep and a diet of cigarettes and Red Bull was catching up to him and fast. The room began to spin so he walked outside hoping the fresh air would calm these feelings but he just felt worse.
“Just walk it off” Ville spoke to himself as he took a few steps forward. With the last step down the world seemed to slip away and with that Ville fell to the ground.
“Has anyone seen Ville?” Bam made his rounds trying to find out which smart ass started this party in the first place. After being detained by several overly hormonal females he decided to look for Ville. “Where the fuck did he go?” Walking outside Bam saw a figure lying in the grass. It wasn’t uncommon to find someone passed out at a party like this. But the figure looked familiar…it looked like “Ville! Oh fuck, are you ok?”
Bam checked out his long time friend. This time together was not going the way he had plan and now this. “Ville are you ok answer me?!”
He mumbled an answer that sort of resembled something to that of being tired. With this Bam picked Ville up and carefully brought him back into the house. After he placed him in a near by chair he faced the crowd of people. “Attention! I want everyone the fuck out. Now!” A few people stared as though they were waiting for a joke but it never came. “Did I fucking stutter? Get the hell out!”
As people were leaving Bam picked Ville back up and carried him up to his bedroom. He could have cared less what people might be thinking. Right now Ville needed him. Placing him gently on the bed he could not help but notice how cold Ville’s skin was. He had to warm him up but how?
Choose your own adventure…
Does Bam think back to his days as a boy scout
Or
Does he think back to his days in Jackass
(Only one will lead to smut…but I’ll never tell with one! *evil laugh*)