It's too Hard to Grieve---chapter four
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?
* links to previous chapters are under the cut :)*
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*chapter one*----http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1383953.html
*chapter two*----http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1396275.html
*chapter three*--http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1400598.html#cutid1
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*I want to thank my lovely beta, fear_of_light for beta-ing this story :))
*all thoughts in this story are in italics*
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It’s too hard to grieve
Chapter four
Ville had been standing by the window, watching the snow fall furiously from the grey sky. Once he had heard the shower turn on, he stepped away from the window and went to his suitcase. He unzipped the bag and rummaged though all of his clothes. He grabbed a black long sleeve shirt. He had set it down on the bed and he removed his old Ramones shirt. Folding it, he set it back in the suit case. He grabbed the black long sleeve shirt and put it on, slipping his thumbs through the little holes on the end of the sleeves he had made himself. The material was tight, like the rest of his clothing it clung to his pale skin.
*Ville*
“He kissed me…Bam kissed me!” Don’t work your self up over something that means nothing. Ville turned and looked in the mirror. “Look at me…I’m so disgusting. No wonder Jonna left me. There’s no way that Bam’s kiss meant anything…,” Ville turned back to his suit case and pulled out his makeup bag. Once he acquired his bright pink tinted lip-gloss and applied it he walked to the door and opened it. He stepped out into the hall all closed the door behind him.
Ville walk a sort distance down the hall until he reached Bam's door. Ville stood there. What do I say to him “Hey Bam, its Ville I just wanted to let you know that I love you more than life itself,” he’d probably call me a fag and kick me out of his home.
Ville raised his hand and lightly knocked on Bam’s bed room door. Ville heard sounds of rustling through the door.
“Just a minute,” Bam’s voice echoed through the thick wooden door. Ville stood there, still contemplating what to say to Bam.
“Bammie, can I talk to you?” Ville’s voice was quiet but just loud enough to hear through the door. Sounds of bare feet pattering towards the door grew slightly louder. The door opened and Bam stepped aside, gesturing for Ville to enter the room. The walls of the room were plastered with posters and heartagrams. A very large poster of HIM’s Razorblade Romance CD cover hung above Bam's bed.
Bam moved from the door and over to his bed. He gestured for Ville to sit down, which he did. Bam could tell Ville was nervous, he was picking at his shirt sleeves.
“So Ville, what-what did you want to talk to me about?” Bam’s voice brought Ville back to reality. Ville’s once vibrant green eyes met with Bam's aquatic blue eyes.
“Bam-Bam, I want to say that uh things back in the other room got a little…,” Bam watched as Ville searched for the right words, “a little bit…awkward and if you want me to leave I completely understand. I want…” Bam cut Ville off before he could finish.
Bam moved forward, slamming his lips on to Ville’s. Bam's hand found its way to the back of Ville’s neck. He softly massaged the skin, his other hand sneaking up Ville’s shirt.
Ville was stunned. It all happened so fast, not slow like the first time. Ville could feel Bam's hand working at the back of his neck and the other hand making its way up his tight shirt. His eye’s slowly melted shut and he began to return the kiss. Bam moved so that he somewhat sitting on Ville’s lap. Ville felt Bam moving him so that he was lying on the bed. Bam moved up so he was straddling Ville’s hips. Ville’s hands found their way to Bam’s exposed stomach, and slowly moved to ghost over his sides. His left hand slid to Bam’s chest and traveled slowly up his neck, finally coming to rest on the side of his face.
Bam pulled away and looked at Ville. “Ville, I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay here with me,” Ville smiled. “I want you to stay because I...because I love you.” Ville fisted his hands in Bam’s silky hair, and pulled him down into a searing kiss.
“I love you too Bammie.”
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love it, hate it? comments are luff
well i have a picture surprise and a small video surprise :)
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/normal_holyfuckin_hell.jpg
and the little video i made the other night
http://www.youtube.com/?v=ZMP5QaWgsj0
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?
* links to previous chapters are under the cut :)*
---------------------------------------------------------
*chapter one*----http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1383953.html
*chapter two*----http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1396275.html
*chapter three*--http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1400598.html#cutid1
---------------------------------------------------------
*I want to thank my lovely beta, fear_of_light for beta-ing this story :))
*all thoughts in this story are in italics*
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It’s too hard to grieve
Chapter four
Ville had been standing by the window, watching the snow fall furiously from the grey sky. Once he had heard the shower turn on, he stepped away from the window and went to his suitcase. He unzipped the bag and rummaged though all of his clothes. He grabbed a black long sleeve shirt. He had set it down on the bed and he removed his old Ramones shirt. Folding it, he set it back in the suit case. He grabbed the black long sleeve shirt and put it on, slipping his thumbs through the little holes on the end of the sleeves he had made himself. The material was tight, like the rest of his clothing it clung to his pale skin.
*Ville*
“He kissed me…Bam kissed me!” Don’t work your self up over something that means nothing. Ville turned and looked in the mirror. “Look at me…I’m so disgusting. No wonder Jonna left me. There’s no way that Bam’s kiss meant anything…,” Ville turned back to his suit case and pulled out his makeup bag. Once he acquired his bright pink tinted lip-gloss and applied it he walked to the door and opened it. He stepped out into the hall all closed the door behind him.
Ville walk a sort distance down the hall until he reached Bam's door. Ville stood there. What do I say to him “Hey Bam, its Ville I just wanted to let you know that I love you more than life itself,” he’d probably call me a fag and kick me out of his home.
Ville raised his hand and lightly knocked on Bam’s bed room door. Ville heard sounds of rustling through the door.
“Just a minute,” Bam’s voice echoed through the thick wooden door. Ville stood there, still contemplating what to say to Bam.
“Bammie, can I talk to you?” Ville’s voice was quiet but just loud enough to hear through the door. Sounds of bare feet pattering towards the door grew slightly louder. The door opened and Bam stepped aside, gesturing for Ville to enter the room. The walls of the room were plastered with posters and heartagrams. A very large poster of HIM’s Razorblade Romance CD cover hung above Bam's bed.
Bam moved from the door and over to his bed. He gestured for Ville to sit down, which he did. Bam could tell Ville was nervous, he was picking at his shirt sleeves.
“So Ville, what-what did you want to talk to me about?” Bam’s voice brought Ville back to reality. Ville’s once vibrant green eyes met with Bam's aquatic blue eyes.
“Bam-Bam, I want to say that uh things back in the other room got a little…,” Bam watched as Ville searched for the right words, “a little bit…awkward and if you want me to leave I completely understand. I want…” Bam cut Ville off before he could finish.
Bam moved forward, slamming his lips on to Ville’s. Bam's hand found its way to the back of Ville’s neck. He softly massaged the skin, his other hand sneaking up Ville’s shirt.
Ville was stunned. It all happened so fast, not slow like the first time. Ville could feel Bam's hand working at the back of his neck and the other hand making its way up his tight shirt. His eye’s slowly melted shut and he began to return the kiss. Bam moved so that he somewhat sitting on Ville’s lap. Ville felt Bam moving him so that he was lying on the bed. Bam moved up so he was straddling Ville’s hips. Ville’s hands found their way to Bam’s exposed stomach, and slowly moved to ghost over his sides. His left hand slid to Bam’s chest and traveled slowly up his neck, finally coming to rest on the side of his face.
Bam pulled away and looked at Ville. “Ville, I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay here with me,” Ville smiled. “I want you to stay because I...because I love you.” Ville fisted his hands in Bam’s silky hair, and pulled him down into a searing kiss.
“I love you too Bammie.”
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love it, hate it? comments are luff
well i have a picture surprise and a small video surprise :)
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/murdermydolly1313/normal_holyfuckin_hell.jpg
and the little video i made the other night
http://www.youtube.com/?v=ZMP5QaWgsj0