Candy hearts...
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Title: Candy Hearts
Author: Amaroqwolf
Synopsis: You know those candy hearts they give out on Valentines Day? Well, Bam receives one from his idol after sending him a letter. And so The Adventure begins.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This is the clich chapter but it came to me in a dream. (giggels) Don't worry life isn't this easy for the boys. You'll seeeeeee...(scampers off)
Ville leaned back staring at the ceiling, a Cigarette in his left hand a beer in his right. He was ignoring the girl was lounging next to him and she was getting pissed. The only reaction she got was when she slapped him and he promptly slapped her back.
She got up yelled at him hotly and stalked out of the dressing room. Ville just shrugged sighed and took a drag off the smoke. He heard the door open again but he didn’t move. He sighed when he saw Linde looking down at him. “What?” He questioned.
“Are you still mooning over that American boy?” His friend asked.
“I’m not mooning,” Ville snorted.
Linde arched an eyebrow. “Sure your not, that chick was damn hot and you slapped her.” He said.
“She was annoying me, and she slapped me first.” He responded not looking up.
“We have a gig in an hour are you sober enough to preform?” He asked.
Ville narrowed his eyes at the blond. “I am not drunk,” He stated.
“Bullshit,” Linde snapped. “Every time I’ve come in here tonight you’ve had a beer.” He said.
“It’s the same beer,” Ville responded holding the bottle up. “Look its warm, I’ve taken maybe two drinks.”
Linde sighed shaking his head. “Get over it,” he said. “The boy isn’t something you want to worry about, I’m sure he’s moved on.”
Ville looked at his friend silently then nodded swing himself to his feet. “I’m sure you right,” He chucked the warm beer in the trash and sighed. “Shall we go preform?” He asked
“Yeah,” Linde said with a chuckle. “Lets go,”
The two made there way out for warm up and the prep-work before the gig. The Gig as a whole went real well, by the time they were done it was pouring rain outside and the sky was a pretty nasty shade of green.
“Isn’t that lovely?” Ville asked as they stood there waiting for the Limo to pull up.
Linde shrugged. “Will be back at the hotel soon,” He said. “And you can watch the storm all you want from there.”
“Yeah, but not here,” Mige called pulling his jacket up. “I hate America!” He yelled.
Ville laughed and tossed Mige his Jacket. “Here take mine, I love the rain!” He danced out into the rain tugging Linde with him who protested lightly. “Dance with me Lindy baby!” He said with a laugh.
Mige shook his head and looked at Burton. “He’s insane!”
“You just now realizing that?” Burton commented. “Come on guys the Limo’s here!” He said pointing as he, Mige, and Gas made there way to the Limo climbing in quickly.
Linde chuckled tugging Ville into the Limo. “Come on, there some beer waiting for you,” He said.
Ville laughed again as the limo pulled away from the curb.
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Bam hated the rain, he specifically hated driving in the rain. Why did he hate driving in the rain because his tires sucked and he tended to slid when ever he hit the breaks. He slid to a stop at the red-light just before hitting the open road between his house and the collage. He sighed softly as he turned the wheel and the wheel’s spun uselessly then grabbed the cement and lurched forwards.
He growled and held tight to the wheel trying to stay on the road, going slower then he normally would of. But with the rain and his crappy tires he needed to go slow.
He hadn’t talked to Dunn or any of his friends in weeks not sense he’d told his coach he quit. He jerked the wheel when the tires spun and quickly re-adjusted the car’s spinning wheels and continued on. The vehicle behind him had its hi-beams on which was starting to annoy the hell out of him.
He looked over his shoulder trying to see what kind of car was behind him and he jerked in surprise when the car’s wheel’s spun loudly on what he thought should of been just wet pavement. The car grabbed cement for a second long enough to lurch him forward his back tires swung him hard to the left.
“Fuck!” He cursed struggeling to gain control of the car. “FUCK!” He snapped again yanking on the wheel as the car continued to fishtail in a circle. He was spinning out and he couldn’t get it to stop. He growled holding tight to the wheel praying that no one would hit him.
But obviously god was out to get him because the car that had been behind him seemed to slam into his door in slow motion. His head whipped to the side then smacked into the window which shattered then all was dark.
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Ville jerked upright and looked around. “What the fuck?” He questioned reaching forward he tapped on the glass between him and the driver. The window came down and the driver spoke calmly.
“We hit something, it’s alright.” The man said with a nod and started to roll his window up again. But Ville jammed his hand and forced the window to stop. He looked out and could see a car sitting crossways in the road. The nose of the Limo was buried in the driver side door and the driver was no where to be seen. “Call 911,” Ville snapped climbing quickly for the door.
“No..no its okay!” The driver yelled trying to get Ville to stop.
Linde who had been sitting beside Ville looked at the accident grabbed the driver and snapped at him. “Call 911 NOW!” He snarled and quickly followed Ville out of the car.
Ville was wading through a huge puddle of water towards the car. He moved as close to the car as he get. “Anyone in there!” He yelled.
Silence met his call Ville sighed and climbed onto the hood of the car only pausing when Linde grabbed his arm. “Careful,” The blonde said.
Ville nodded smiled and slid slowly towards the driver side window which was shattered. Laying sprawled across the seat was the driver. His left hand was hooked through the steering wheel, his wrist looked to be at an odd angle. He wasn’t moving and Ville couldn’t tell if the man was breathing. He slid closer and reached through the window brushing his hand against the man’s neck he sighed when he felt a pulse. He jumped and nearly fell when the man moved turning his head he looked up at him dazedly.
“Ville?”
Title: Candy Hearts
Author: Amaroqwolf
Synopsis: You know those candy hearts they give out on Valentines Day? Well, Bam receives one from his idol after sending him a letter. And so The Adventure begins.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This is the clich chapter but it came to me in a dream. (giggels) Don't worry life isn't this easy for the boys. You'll seeeeeee...(scampers off)
Ville leaned back staring at the ceiling, a Cigarette in his left hand a beer in his right. He was ignoring the girl was lounging next to him and she was getting pissed. The only reaction she got was when she slapped him and he promptly slapped her back.
She got up yelled at him hotly and stalked out of the dressing room. Ville just shrugged sighed and took a drag off the smoke. He heard the door open again but he didn’t move. He sighed when he saw Linde looking down at him. “What?” He questioned.
“Are you still mooning over that American boy?” His friend asked.
“I’m not mooning,” Ville snorted.
Linde arched an eyebrow. “Sure your not, that chick was damn hot and you slapped her.” He said.
“She was annoying me, and she slapped me first.” He responded not looking up.
“We have a gig in an hour are you sober enough to preform?” He asked.
Ville narrowed his eyes at the blond. “I am not drunk,” He stated.
“Bullshit,” Linde snapped. “Every time I’ve come in here tonight you’ve had a beer.” He said.
“It’s the same beer,” Ville responded holding the bottle up. “Look its warm, I’ve taken maybe two drinks.”
Linde sighed shaking his head. “Get over it,” he said. “The boy isn’t something you want to worry about, I’m sure he’s moved on.”
Ville looked at his friend silently then nodded swing himself to his feet. “I’m sure you right,” He chucked the warm beer in the trash and sighed. “Shall we go preform?” He asked
“Yeah,” Linde said with a chuckle. “Lets go,”
The two made there way out for warm up and the prep-work before the gig. The Gig as a whole went real well, by the time they were done it was pouring rain outside and the sky was a pretty nasty shade of green.
“Isn’t that lovely?” Ville asked as they stood there waiting for the Limo to pull up.
Linde shrugged. “Will be back at the hotel soon,” He said. “And you can watch the storm all you want from there.”
“Yeah, but not here,” Mige called pulling his jacket up. “I hate America!” He yelled.
Ville laughed and tossed Mige his Jacket. “Here take mine, I love the rain!” He danced out into the rain tugging Linde with him who protested lightly. “Dance with me Lindy baby!” He said with a laugh.
Mige shook his head and looked at Burton. “He’s insane!”
“You just now realizing that?” Burton commented. “Come on guys the Limo’s here!” He said pointing as he, Mige, and Gas made there way to the Limo climbing in quickly.
Linde chuckled tugging Ville into the Limo. “Come on, there some beer waiting for you,” He said.
Ville laughed again as the limo pulled away from the curb.
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Bam hated the rain, he specifically hated driving in the rain. Why did he hate driving in the rain because his tires sucked and he tended to slid when ever he hit the breaks. He slid to a stop at the red-light just before hitting the open road between his house and the collage. He sighed softly as he turned the wheel and the wheel’s spun uselessly then grabbed the cement and lurched forwards.
He growled and held tight to the wheel trying to stay on the road, going slower then he normally would of. But with the rain and his crappy tires he needed to go slow.
He hadn’t talked to Dunn or any of his friends in weeks not sense he’d told his coach he quit. He jerked the wheel when the tires spun and quickly re-adjusted the car’s spinning wheels and continued on. The vehicle behind him had its hi-beams on which was starting to annoy the hell out of him.
He looked over his shoulder trying to see what kind of car was behind him and he jerked in surprise when the car’s wheel’s spun loudly on what he thought should of been just wet pavement. The car grabbed cement for a second long enough to lurch him forward his back tires swung him hard to the left.
“Fuck!” He cursed struggeling to gain control of the car. “FUCK!” He snapped again yanking on the wheel as the car continued to fishtail in a circle. He was spinning out and he couldn’t get it to stop. He growled holding tight to the wheel praying that no one would hit him.
But obviously god was out to get him because the car that had been behind him seemed to slam into his door in slow motion. His head whipped to the side then smacked into the window which shattered then all was dark.
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Ville jerked upright and looked around. “What the fuck?” He questioned reaching forward he tapped on the glass between him and the driver. The window came down and the driver spoke calmly.
“We hit something, it’s alright.” The man said with a nod and started to roll his window up again. But Ville jammed his hand and forced the window to stop. He looked out and could see a car sitting crossways in the road. The nose of the Limo was buried in the driver side door and the driver was no where to be seen. “Call 911,” Ville snapped climbing quickly for the door.
“No..no its okay!” The driver yelled trying to get Ville to stop.
Linde who had been sitting beside Ville looked at the accident grabbed the driver and snapped at him. “Call 911 NOW!” He snarled and quickly followed Ville out of the car.
Ville was wading through a huge puddle of water towards the car. He moved as close to the car as he get. “Anyone in there!” He yelled.
Silence met his call Ville sighed and climbed onto the hood of the car only pausing when Linde grabbed his arm. “Careful,” The blonde said.
Ville nodded smiled and slid slowly towards the driver side window which was shattered. Laying sprawled across the seat was the driver. His left hand was hooked through the steering wheel, his wrist looked to be at an odd angle. He wasn’t moving and Ville couldn’t tell if the man was breathing. He slid closer and reached through the window brushing his hand against the man’s neck he sighed when he felt a pulse. He jumped and nearly fell when the man moved turning his head he looked up at him dazedly.
“Ville?”