Adrift...
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Title: Adrift
Author: Amaroqwolf.
Synopsis: After his parents death at the age of five, Bam Margera is set on a path that will eventually bring him happiness, but there's a long way to go.
A/N:Taking some liberties here, Bam is 15 years younger then Jess. Ape and Phil are dead sorry.
15 years later........
Ville Valo, the front man of the band HIM, leaned back against the couch he was sitting on. He wasn’t nervous he was calm. He was collected, he was in the zone ready for the concert tonight. He would be more relaxed if that weird rattling sound would go away. Finally he opened his eyes, eyes that were the color of jade surrounded by coal, He sighed and looked around. He got up walking slowly across the room. He knocked on the door into Linde’s dressing room.
When the door opened he looked in. “Hey, Linde?” He asked.
“Yeah, what’s up Ville?” The guitarist asked.
“Whose opening for us tonight?” He asked.
“Oh, some american band called CKY.” He said in response as he looked up from cleaning the wires on his guitar.
“CKY?” Ville said.
“Yeah, Camp Kill Yourself,” Came the blonde’s response.
“How pleasant,” Ville said. “Know anything about them?”
“There from America,” He said. “Not well known over there,” He closed his eyes. “There a pretty decent group of guys,” He said.
Ville nodded. “I’m going to get some Beer you want some?” He asked.
“I play better sober,” Linde responded. “I’ll drink after the show,” He said with a chuckle.
“Alright, see you in a few.” He said and headed out of his room and into the hallway. He wandered along backstage until he came to the small area set up for the bands to get food and drinks. He went over to the table studying the alcohol silently. He reached to grab the one bottle of his favorite beer when a pale hand snatched it up. He turned around to see who had taken it.
Standing before him with brilliant blue eyes and curly shaggy black hair stood a boy, a boy who couldn’t of been no older then 18. “Hey, you can’t drink that.”
The boy blinked and looked at the bottle and shuffled backwards away from him. He looked down the hallway shifted his feet then turned and ran.
Ville cursed loudly and gave chase feeling like a fool. He managed to get close enough to see the room the boy darted into. He hurried up figuring he was some freak of a fan and with out thinking shoved the door open.
The boy who had been sitting on the couch knee’s against his chest holding the bottle suddenly yanked the bottle against his chest and stared at Ville blue eyes wide.
“Give it here,” He said.
The boy shook his head pushing himself further back into the couch. His eyes got even wider, if they got even wider they would probably pop out of his head. He clung to the bottle like it was his life line. Ville moved closer.
The boy freaked out even more shoving himself up and over the back of the couch. The sound of shattering glass and a howl of terror followed the boys decent to the floor. Before Ville could move a red haired man shoved past him and into the room.
“Bam!” He yelled obviously angered. “BAM!” He yanked the dark haired boy to his feet.
Bam fell silent in a heart beat starring at the red head he was trembling in obvious terror but not a sound escaped his lips.
The red head turned and looked at Ville. “What are you doing in my dressing room?” He said snidely.
He blinked and sighed. “I was trying to get my beer back from the boy here.” He said.
“Well, It looks like nobody gets the beer, now get lost.” He snarled.
Ville blinked in surprise then shook his head looked one more time at the boy, Bam is what the red head had called him, the blue eyes were downcast his shoulders hunched in a to baggy sweatshirt that had the yellow letter’s CKY written across them.
“I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” Ville responded sigh then turned and made his way out of the room. He heard the door shut behind him and then a soft sound. He moved closer pressing his ear to the door. His curiosity getting the better of him.
“Little Shithead,” He heard the redhead hiss. “I told you to stay in the room!” He snapped the sound of skin slapping skin snapped harshly through the air. “Now stay back here till after the show or else!”
Ville stepped back let out a soft sigh shook his head. It wasn’t any of his business. He wasn’t going to stick his nose in it.
Title: Adrift
Author: Amaroqwolf.
Synopsis: After his parents death at the age of five, Bam Margera is set on a path that will eventually bring him happiness, but there's a long way to go.
A/N:Taking some liberties here, Bam is 15 years younger then Jess. Ape and Phil are dead sorry.
15 years later........
Ville Valo, the front man of the band HIM, leaned back against the couch he was sitting on. He wasn’t nervous he was calm. He was collected, he was in the zone ready for the concert tonight. He would be more relaxed if that weird rattling sound would go away. Finally he opened his eyes, eyes that were the color of jade surrounded by coal, He sighed and looked around. He got up walking slowly across the room. He knocked on the door into Linde’s dressing room.
When the door opened he looked in. “Hey, Linde?” He asked.
“Yeah, what’s up Ville?” The guitarist asked.
“Whose opening for us tonight?” He asked.
“Oh, some american band called CKY.” He said in response as he looked up from cleaning the wires on his guitar.
“CKY?” Ville said.
“Yeah, Camp Kill Yourself,” Came the blonde’s response.
“How pleasant,” Ville said. “Know anything about them?”
“There from America,” He said. “Not well known over there,” He closed his eyes. “There a pretty decent group of guys,” He said.
Ville nodded. “I’m going to get some Beer you want some?” He asked.
“I play better sober,” Linde responded. “I’ll drink after the show,” He said with a chuckle.
“Alright, see you in a few.” He said and headed out of his room and into the hallway. He wandered along backstage until he came to the small area set up for the bands to get food and drinks. He went over to the table studying the alcohol silently. He reached to grab the one bottle of his favorite beer when a pale hand snatched it up. He turned around to see who had taken it.
Standing before him with brilliant blue eyes and curly shaggy black hair stood a boy, a boy who couldn’t of been no older then 18. “Hey, you can’t drink that.”
The boy blinked and looked at the bottle and shuffled backwards away from him. He looked down the hallway shifted his feet then turned and ran.
Ville cursed loudly and gave chase feeling like a fool. He managed to get close enough to see the room the boy darted into. He hurried up figuring he was some freak of a fan and with out thinking shoved the door open.
The boy who had been sitting on the couch knee’s against his chest holding the bottle suddenly yanked the bottle against his chest and stared at Ville blue eyes wide.
“Give it here,” He said.
The boy shook his head pushing himself further back into the couch. His eyes got even wider, if they got even wider they would probably pop out of his head. He clung to the bottle like it was his life line. Ville moved closer.
The boy freaked out even more shoving himself up and over the back of the couch. The sound of shattering glass and a howl of terror followed the boys decent to the floor. Before Ville could move a red haired man shoved past him and into the room.
“Bam!” He yelled obviously angered. “BAM!” He yanked the dark haired boy to his feet.
Bam fell silent in a heart beat starring at the red head he was trembling in obvious terror but not a sound escaped his lips.
The red head turned and looked at Ville. “What are you doing in my dressing room?” He said snidely.
He blinked and sighed. “I was trying to get my beer back from the boy here.” He said.
“Well, It looks like nobody gets the beer, now get lost.” He snarled.
Ville blinked in surprise then shook his head looked one more time at the boy, Bam is what the red head had called him, the blue eyes were downcast his shoulders hunched in a to baggy sweatshirt that had the yellow letter’s CKY written across them.
“I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” Ville responded sigh then turned and made his way out of the room. He heard the door shut behind him and then a soft sound. He moved closer pressing his ear to the door. His curiosity getting the better of him.
“Little Shithead,” He heard the redhead hiss. “I told you to stay in the room!” He snapped the sound of skin slapping skin snapped harshly through the air. “Now stay back here till after the show or else!”
Ville stepped back let out a soft sigh shook his head. It wasn’t any of his business. He wasn’t going to stick his nose in it.