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Title: Do I really know you?
Author: Me
Paring: Vammy
Disclaimer: I don’t won shit so :p
Summary: Ville and Bam experience life threw the other ones eyes
Chapter 1
“God dammit Bam will you for once shut the fuck up!” Ville was throwing random articles of clothing into a backpack. At the moment he didn’t care if the random pieces were his or not. He was looking for an escape.
“Well someone has to speak English in this relationship. If I hear one more Finnish word I’m going to puke.” He was leaning against the far wall staring off into the void. Bam didn’t want his lover to leave but his anger would not let him say so.
“Heaven forbid you take the time to learn anything. In case you haven’t noticed I’m Finnish!” Stuffing the bag full he zipped it up. Finding his shoes he put them on.
“You know I’m not as fucking stupid as you think I am.” He pushed himself off of the wall. The ball was rolling and there was no stopping it. “So go ahead and leave Ville. You’re pretty good at it.”
Ville watched Bam storm out of the room. Grabbing the bag he did the same. As he entered the awaiting cab he wondered what this fight meant for the two of them. He didn’t know if this was finally the last straw, if the two could make up. They couldn’t see eye to eye. It was as if the two lead two completely different life styles that clashed when ever they were together.
The cab dropped Ville off at the airport. Going threw security he stood in line to bored the plane. Checking his phone he waited for the familiar call to come threw. For Bam to say how stupid they both were and for him to come back. But the call didn’t come. Sighing deeply he put his phone back into his pocket. If Bam didn’t want to talk to him then he didn’t want to talk to Bam.
Finding himself outside Bam kicked at the random rocks he came across. As it wasn’t destructive enough he broke a branch off a tree and started whacking at the bark. He fought the urge to call Ville. He didn’t start the fighting this time so why was it up to him to fix it? His stick had been broken down to a nub. Tossing it to the side he re-entered the house and went back up to his room. Walking threw the bedroom into the bathroom he looked himself over in the mirror. The rims of his eyes were red. He wanted to cry but wouldn’t not allow himself to do so.
The pilot had turned off the seatbelt sign. Undoing his Ville walked a few rows back to the lavatory. Closing the door he looked in the mirror. He felt the same way he looked, like utter shit.
Both boys stared at themselves feeling un-whole with out the other near by. In unison they started to speak.
“I just wish he could see things threw my eyes for once.”
Ville left the lavatory and returned to his seat. Slipping on his camo headphones he pressed play on his ipod and closed his eyes drifting to sleep.
Flushing the toilet Bam left the bathroom and flopped himself down onto the bed. He didn’t bother to change or even take off his shoes. He didn’t see a point. Covering his head with a pillow he fell asleep.
Good? Bad? Just plain ugly?
Comments = Oxygen
Author: Me
Paring: Vammy
Disclaimer: I don’t won shit so :p
Summary: Ville and Bam experience life threw the other ones eyes
Chapter 1
“God dammit Bam will you for once shut the fuck up!” Ville was throwing random articles of clothing into a backpack. At the moment he didn’t care if the random pieces were his or not. He was looking for an escape.
“Well someone has to speak English in this relationship. If I hear one more Finnish word I’m going to puke.” He was leaning against the far wall staring off into the void. Bam didn’t want his lover to leave but his anger would not let him say so.
“Heaven forbid you take the time to learn anything. In case you haven’t noticed I’m Finnish!” Stuffing the bag full he zipped it up. Finding his shoes he put them on.
“You know I’m not as fucking stupid as you think I am.” He pushed himself off of the wall. The ball was rolling and there was no stopping it. “So go ahead and leave Ville. You’re pretty good at it.”
Ville watched Bam storm out of the room. Grabbing the bag he did the same. As he entered the awaiting cab he wondered what this fight meant for the two of them. He didn’t know if this was finally the last straw, if the two could make up. They couldn’t see eye to eye. It was as if the two lead two completely different life styles that clashed when ever they were together.
The cab dropped Ville off at the airport. Going threw security he stood in line to bored the plane. Checking his phone he waited for the familiar call to come threw. For Bam to say how stupid they both were and for him to come back. But the call didn’t come. Sighing deeply he put his phone back into his pocket. If Bam didn’t want to talk to him then he didn’t want to talk to Bam.
Finding himself outside Bam kicked at the random rocks he came across. As it wasn’t destructive enough he broke a branch off a tree and started whacking at the bark. He fought the urge to call Ville. He didn’t start the fighting this time so why was it up to him to fix it? His stick had been broken down to a nub. Tossing it to the side he re-entered the house and went back up to his room. Walking threw the bedroom into the bathroom he looked himself over in the mirror. The rims of his eyes were red. He wanted to cry but wouldn’t not allow himself to do so.
The pilot had turned off the seatbelt sign. Undoing his Ville walked a few rows back to the lavatory. Closing the door he looked in the mirror. He felt the same way he looked, like utter shit.
Both boys stared at themselves feeling un-whole with out the other near by. In unison they started to speak.
“I just wish he could see things threw my eyes for once.”
Ville left the lavatory and returned to his seat. Slipping on his camo headphones he pressed play on his ipod and closed his eyes drifting to sleep.
Flushing the toilet Bam left the bathroom and flopped himself down onto the bed. He didn’t bother to change or even take off his shoes. He didn’t see a point. Covering his head with a pillow he fell asleep.
Good? Bad? Just plain ugly?
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