It's too Hard to Grieve
Title- It's too Hard to Grieve
Author- nyphetamine666
Rating- G-PG(the rating will change as the story progresses)
Pairing- VAM
Summary- Ville's lost everything back in Finland. He comes to america and moves into Bam's home. A small question filled argument leads to a passionate kiss. Will they confess feelings, or pretend it never happened? will it lead down a path of happiness or sorrow?
ok this my friends is going to be my first chaptered story here in VAM. I want to thank my lovely beta, fear_of_light for beta-ng this story :)
*all thoughts in this story are in italics*
It’s too hard to grieve
Chapter one
It had been a year since the world-famous band HIM had broken up. Each member either went off to another band, or they left it all completely. Going off and getting married, starting families. Everyone that is, except for Ville.
Out of everyone in the band, Ville took it the hardest. He spent every penny of the money he had made while in the band on alcohol, weekly trips to the strip club, and drugs. Anything to make him forget the past. He never seemed to care about life. He took pride in killing himself just a little bit each and every night.
Ville had lost everything. The band, his parents had died in car accident, and Jonna had left him right after the band broke up. This happened in the same month, one right after the other. Ville had lost his home in Helsinki. He decided to sell his small home and come to America.
*Ville*
“I can’t take this any more. I need to leave this place....to many memories. What have I done to deserve all of this? Why me?” God, look at me. I’m so pale, so tired. I need to get away.
Ville pulled out his cellular phone and went threw the phone numbers until he came to the one he was looking for. He pushed call and the phone began to ring.
*at Castle Bam*
“Hey Ape, where’s my black t-shirt with the red heartagram with the angel wings and the lyrics on the back? I can’t find it,” Bam yelled to his mom. He had clothes all over the floor of his room.
“It’s in the bottom of your dresser, Bam,” she replied.
He turned around and opened the dresser drawer. Moving some clothes around, he pulled out the desired shirt. He put it on and went down stairs. He grabbed the keys to his Hummer and left.
*Bam*
“How is it that she always knows where my clothes are at, and I don’t?” Oh well. Maybe I’m not too organized… yeah that’s it. While I’m on the subject of not being so organized, where’d that CD go?
Bam rummaged through one of his many CD cases and pulled out Cradle of Filth: Midian. He pushed it into the built-in player on the dash. “There we go, now number three,” the sound of keyboards, choirs, drums, and Dani Filth’s (or “fingers” as Novak calls him) voice filled the car. I was off to the skate park. It’s only 35 minutes from where I live so I’ll be there in not time. As he continued on with driving, Bam’s phone began to ring. He lifted up in the seat so he could pull it out of his back pocket. He turned down the stereo and flipped open his phone.
“Hello?
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soooo what do you all think. i should be udating within the next couple days:)
here are some pictures--<3
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/Cloneoffuneral22.jpg
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/joinme1.jpg
these two make me laugh
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/gallery_103_5_734.jpg
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/gallery_1_5_26966.jpg
Author- nyphetamine666
Rating- G-PG(the rating will change as the story progresses)
Pairing- VAM
Summary- Ville's lost everything back in Finland. He comes to america and moves into Bam's home. A small question filled argument leads to a passionate kiss. Will they confess feelings, or pretend it never happened? will it lead down a path of happiness or sorrow?
ok this my friends is going to be my first chaptered story here in VAM. I want to thank my lovely beta, fear_of_light for beta-ng this story :)
*all thoughts in this story are in italics*
It’s too hard to grieve
Chapter one
It had been a year since the world-famous band HIM had broken up. Each member either went off to another band, or they left it all completely. Going off and getting married, starting families. Everyone that is, except for Ville.
Out of everyone in the band, Ville took it the hardest. He spent every penny of the money he had made while in the band on alcohol, weekly trips to the strip club, and drugs. Anything to make him forget the past. He never seemed to care about life. He took pride in killing himself just a little bit each and every night.
Ville had lost everything. The band, his parents had died in car accident, and Jonna had left him right after the band broke up. This happened in the same month, one right after the other. Ville had lost his home in Helsinki. He decided to sell his small home and come to America.
*Ville*
“I can’t take this any more. I need to leave this place....to many memories. What have I done to deserve all of this? Why me?” God, look at me. I’m so pale, so tired. I need to get away.
Ville pulled out his cellular phone and went threw the phone numbers until he came to the one he was looking for. He pushed call and the phone began to ring.
*at Castle Bam*
“Hey Ape, where’s my black t-shirt with the red heartagram with the angel wings and the lyrics on the back? I can’t find it,” Bam yelled to his mom. He had clothes all over the floor of his room.
“It’s in the bottom of your dresser, Bam,” she replied.
He turned around and opened the dresser drawer. Moving some clothes around, he pulled out the desired shirt. He put it on and went down stairs. He grabbed the keys to his Hummer and left.
*Bam*
“How is it that she always knows where my clothes are at, and I don’t?” Oh well. Maybe I’m not too organized… yeah that’s it. While I’m on the subject of not being so organized, where’d that CD go?
Bam rummaged through one of his many CD cases and pulled out Cradle of Filth: Midian. He pushed it into the built-in player on the dash. “There we go, now number three,” the sound of keyboards, choirs, drums, and Dani Filth’s (or “fingers” as Novak calls him) voice filled the car. I was off to the skate park. It’s only 35 minutes from where I live so I’ll be there in not time. As he continued on with driving, Bam’s phone began to ring. He lifted up in the seat so he could pull it out of his back pocket. He turned down the stereo and flipped open his phone.
“Hello?
-----------------------------
soooo what do you all think. i should be udating within the next couple days:)
here are some pictures--<3
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/Cloneoffuneral22.jpg
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/joinme1.jpg
these two make me laugh
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/gallery_103_5_734.jpg
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/gallery_1_5_26966.jpg
