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One Or The Other - Taking Action
Title: One Or The Other
Chapter: One - Taking Action
Author: Me. Kay. Joan. Emo. xemoxomegax. Biznit. Whatever ya wanna call me. Except the C word -eyetwitch- Last person to call me Cookie died.
Rating: PG-13 - R - NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Bam stops the fangirling. Over HIM at least. While Ville reacts in a way even he doesn't see coming.
Disclaimer: All I own is this lip balm. ::mother screaming:: Fine! I don't own the lip balm..::sulk::
Authors note: Well slap my ass and call me spanky! The comments on the prologue were MIND BLOWING. Seriously. Better than Vammeh smut on a stick. I LOVE YOU GUYS! Now... do it again =P Links in the cut.
Prologue.
Ville hated the way this was making him feel. He was used to being the nice guy; all confident; all knowing; the best friend who sorted out the disputes. He definitely wasn't used to being central in one, especially one this major. Or was it major? Was it some drunken incident Bam had quickly forgotten about while Ville had sat up all night, despite his tour-tired body complaining otherwise? Something about Bam's seemingly calm demeanor had disturbed Ville more than he cared to admit. Bam acted out, on the big things and the small things. But he hadn't even fought back against Ville's rather spiteful comment. And that scared the older boy too much.
He didn't like being afraid, confused.. hurt. He didn't like things unresolved. He simply wanted to call his friend, apologize, and get it over with. No loose ends. But Bam was making that more than a little difficult by refusing to take his God damn calls.
So instead he paced his hotel room, occasionally glancing out of the window, watching the day rapidly deteriorate into inky blackness as he grew to hate himself more with each changing second. He hated what he had said to his friend. Hated that he had even thought it. But more than all that, he hated what it was doing to him.
Bam's simple reaction had evoked more stress in him than flying off the handle ever could. Because he didn't know, couldn't know, the consequences to his brash actions. And that stabbed him in the gut repeatedly.
His guilt was still nibbling away steadily at his conscience when Mige crashed in, a smile on his face, completely oblivious to his vocalist's inner turmoil as he happily announced the plans for that evening. "We're going to dinner, Rakahommas! So clean yourself up, you look like you haven't slept all night!" he joked.
Ville just scowled, hating that Mige was right in his statement, hating even more that he would have to leave his area of comfortable self loathing for dinner with a bunch of suits he'd have to suck up to. "Can't you just tell them I can't make it?" he asked, eyes pleading as he stuck out his lower lip poutily.
"Uhhh... lemme think about eeet..." Mige replied, hand on hip, cocking his head to the side. Ville smiled hopefully, only to have his friend shriek, "Nuuuuuuuuu!" wiping the expression from his lips.
"You suck..." he growled, going back to pacing the room.
"And you swallow!" He giggled before cowering at the look he was thrown. "Mrow..tetchy..."
Ville groaned, pausing and shaking his head as he stared at the carpet. He was doing it again. Snapping at his friends because of a nicotine withdrawal and a mood swing. "I'm sorry, sweetheart... yeah, I'm pretty tetchy today..." he sighed, running a hand through brown locks.
"Probably missing the usual partying with Bam? He left pretty quickly. I would've thought something was wrong if it wasn't for the invite -"
"What?" Ville cut in sharply, turning on his heel and staring at his bassist incredulously.
"The invitation. We're going to The Castle for dinner tonight," he replied with a shrug of broad shoulders.
"I..but.." Ville stopped, just standing and frowning. This definitely hadn't been expected. "I thought he was angry with me..." he mumbled under his breath, not even realizing he had spoken out loud until Mige blinked at him.
"Why would Bam be angry at you? Is that even possible?" he chuckled.
"I..well, evidently not.." he replied with another thoughtful frown. "Okay, I'll be ready, what time are we leaving?"
"Uhhh, six I think. Have to be there by seven. Hour trip."
"Okay, great," he smiled, nodding shortly. Great. Four hours for me to wonder what the hell's going on in that kid's warped brain...
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Bam sat at his table - well, on his table - chucking back the Pixie Stix and staring thoughtful at the now bare wall. Most of the walls in his house were empty now, save for the odd skateboard that wasn't covered in heartagrams. Every HIM symbol in the house had gone. Every poster. Every disk had been removed from the Jukebox. His attic was over flowing, but his house was near empty.
A part of him hadn't really realized how far his obsession had gone. He wasn't one to listen to what other's had to say about him, so the revelation that about 70 percent of every item he owned had heartagrams on it, was a shock to say the least.
It hurt him to have to get rid of it all. In fact, he couldn't truly get rid of it. It was in storage. Perhaps his grand kids could look over Great Grand Daddy Bam's shit... A few souvenirs from before he was brutally forced to grow up. Ville's ultimatum had hit him hard. Left him speechless and unable to retaliate. So instead of fighting, he was acting. He'd rather be a friend than a fan any day.
Ville's friendship meant more than he'd ever cared to say. During the odd drunken moment perhaps he had confessed his feelings, only for the two of them to forget about it. But he cared about what the older man thought. Cared whether he had his respect. Cared that maybe Ville saw something in him. So to discover his best friend, his idol thought of him as... what was the word he used? Asslicker.. Demanded sudden and immediate changes.
So this was it. His new life. At first it had been sincerely uncomfortable. HIM was his retreat. The whole thing comforted him, calmed him. Listening to the music helped him sleep at night, helped him concentrate during the day. He'd had to drastically pull himself together, but knowing at the end of the day he may be Ville's equal rather than a fan, made it easier. But the music he still missed.. which was why he was now flat on his back on his dining room table, music blasting out from his jukebox that he had bought many months ago, but only had time to listen to now. So far, he was liking way too much.
Sexy male vocals, mind blowing guitars, gothic lyrics... Familiar, yet very different.
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're beautiful!
Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day...
He stopped his singing, biting his lip and staring at the wall, heart crumbling in his chest, missing a lifestyle he didn't even know he had already. He missed the deep tones. The comfort...
"Hello, Bammie.."
His head snapped up, causing him to wince as he came a few mere centimeters away from whip lash. Standing directly in front of him, just a few inches away from his knees, was the owner of a voice he had been sorely missing for at least five minutes.
"Willa!" he grinned, jumping from the table and embracing his friend tight, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder, smiling as strong arms wrapped around him. "I missed you.." he said quietly in reply to the obvious sigh of relief.
"I only saw you yesterday.." the deep tone chuckled from just above his ear, causing him to smile all the more.
"But I missed your voice." He pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who's this Bammie?"
Both men jumped nearly a foot in the air, and Bam laughed as he saw Ville whip around fast enough to get whip lash himself, only to see the dark haired man standing in the doorway. "Wait, I recognize you.." he said, taking a few steps closer, blowing dyed black locks from his face.
Bam frowned as Ville tensed next to him before moving fluidly forward, extending his hand to Bam's newest friend. "Ville Valo. Nice to meet you..?" he left the question in his tone hanging thickly in the air in silent request for the other's name, which he gladly surprised with a broad smile.
"Of course you are! Gerard Way, pleased to meetcha!"
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Don't hurt me O.O
Comments arreee...STRAWBERRY LIPBALM!
Chapter: One - Taking Action
Author: Me. Kay. Joan. Emo. xemoxomegax. Biznit. Whatever ya wanna call me. Except the C word -eyetwitch- Last person to call me Cookie died.
Rating: PG-13 - R - NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Bam stops the fangirling. Over HIM at least. While Ville reacts in a way even he doesn't see coming.
Disclaimer: All I own is this lip balm. ::mother screaming:: Fine! I don't own the lip balm..::sulk::
Authors note: Well slap my ass and call me spanky! The comments on the prologue were MIND BLOWING. Seriously. Better than Vammeh smut on a stick. I LOVE YOU GUYS! Now... do it again =P Links in the cut.
Prologue.
Ville hated the way this was making him feel. He was used to being the nice guy; all confident; all knowing; the best friend who sorted out the disputes. He definitely wasn't used to being central in one, especially one this major. Or was it major? Was it some drunken incident Bam had quickly forgotten about while Ville had sat up all night, despite his tour-tired body complaining otherwise? Something about Bam's seemingly calm demeanor had disturbed Ville more than he cared to admit. Bam acted out, on the big things and the small things. But he hadn't even fought back against Ville's rather spiteful comment. And that scared the older boy too much.
He didn't like being afraid, confused.. hurt. He didn't like things unresolved. He simply wanted to call his friend, apologize, and get it over with. No loose ends. But Bam was making that more than a little difficult by refusing to take his God damn calls.
So instead he paced his hotel room, occasionally glancing out of the window, watching the day rapidly deteriorate into inky blackness as he grew to hate himself more with each changing second. He hated what he had said to his friend. Hated that he had even thought it. But more than all that, he hated what it was doing to him.
Bam's simple reaction had evoked more stress in him than flying off the handle ever could. Because he didn't know, couldn't know, the consequences to his brash actions. And that stabbed him in the gut repeatedly.
His guilt was still nibbling away steadily at his conscience when Mige crashed in, a smile on his face, completely oblivious to his vocalist's inner turmoil as he happily announced the plans for that evening. "We're going to dinner, Rakahommas! So clean yourself up, you look like you haven't slept all night!" he joked.
Ville just scowled, hating that Mige was right in his statement, hating even more that he would have to leave his area of comfortable self loathing for dinner with a bunch of suits he'd have to suck up to. "Can't you just tell them I can't make it?" he asked, eyes pleading as he stuck out his lower lip poutily.
"Uhhh... lemme think about eeet..." Mige replied, hand on hip, cocking his head to the side. Ville smiled hopefully, only to have his friend shriek, "Nuuuuuuuuu!" wiping the expression from his lips.
"You suck..." he growled, going back to pacing the room.
"And you swallow!" He giggled before cowering at the look he was thrown. "Mrow..tetchy..."
Ville groaned, pausing and shaking his head as he stared at the carpet. He was doing it again. Snapping at his friends because of a nicotine withdrawal and a mood swing. "I'm sorry, sweetheart... yeah, I'm pretty tetchy today..." he sighed, running a hand through brown locks.
"Probably missing the usual partying with Bam? He left pretty quickly. I would've thought something was wrong if it wasn't for the invite -"
"What?" Ville cut in sharply, turning on his heel and staring at his bassist incredulously.
"The invitation. We're going to The Castle for dinner tonight," he replied with a shrug of broad shoulders.
"I..but.." Ville stopped, just standing and frowning. This definitely hadn't been expected. "I thought he was angry with me..." he mumbled under his breath, not even realizing he had spoken out loud until Mige blinked at him.
"Why would Bam be angry at you? Is that even possible?" he chuckled.
"I..well, evidently not.." he replied with another thoughtful frown. "Okay, I'll be ready, what time are we leaving?"
"Uhhh, six I think. Have to be there by seven. Hour trip."
"Okay, great," he smiled, nodding shortly. Great. Four hours for me to wonder what the hell's going on in that kid's warped brain...
~~~~~~~~~
Bam sat at his table - well, on his table - chucking back the Pixie Stix and staring thoughtful at the now bare wall. Most of the walls in his house were empty now, save for the odd skateboard that wasn't covered in heartagrams. Every HIM symbol in the house had gone. Every poster. Every disk had been removed from the Jukebox. His attic was over flowing, but his house was near empty.
A part of him hadn't really realized how far his obsession had gone. He wasn't one to listen to what other's had to say about him, so the revelation that about 70 percent of every item he owned had heartagrams on it, was a shock to say the least.
It hurt him to have to get rid of it all. In fact, he couldn't truly get rid of it. It was in storage. Perhaps his grand kids could look over Great Grand Daddy Bam's shit... A few souvenirs from before he was brutally forced to grow up. Ville's ultimatum had hit him hard. Left him speechless and unable to retaliate. So instead of fighting, he was acting. He'd rather be a friend than a fan any day.
Ville's friendship meant more than he'd ever cared to say. During the odd drunken moment perhaps he had confessed his feelings, only for the two of them to forget about it. But he cared about what the older man thought. Cared whether he had his respect. Cared that maybe Ville saw something in him. So to discover his best friend, his idol thought of him as... what was the word he used? Asslicker.. Demanded sudden and immediate changes.
So this was it. His new life. At first it had been sincerely uncomfortable. HIM was his retreat. The whole thing comforted him, calmed him. Listening to the music helped him sleep at night, helped him concentrate during the day. He'd had to drastically pull himself together, but knowing at the end of the day he may be Ville's equal rather than a fan, made it easier. But the music he still missed.. which was why he was now flat on his back on his dining room table, music blasting out from his jukebox that he had bought many months ago, but only had time to listen to now. So far, he was liking way too much.
Sexy male vocals, mind blowing guitars, gothic lyrics... Familiar, yet very different.
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're beautiful!
Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day...
He stopped his singing, biting his lip and staring at the wall, heart crumbling in his chest, missing a lifestyle he didn't even know he had already. He missed the deep tones. The comfort...
"Hello, Bammie.."
His head snapped up, causing him to wince as he came a few mere centimeters away from whip lash. Standing directly in front of him, just a few inches away from his knees, was the owner of a voice he had been sorely missing for at least five minutes.
"Willa!" he grinned, jumping from the table and embracing his friend tight, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder, smiling as strong arms wrapped around him. "I missed you.." he said quietly in reply to the obvious sigh of relief.
"I only saw you yesterday.." the deep tone chuckled from just above his ear, causing him to smile all the more.
"But I missed your voice." He pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who's this Bammie?"
Both men jumped nearly a foot in the air, and Bam laughed as he saw Ville whip around fast enough to get whip lash himself, only to see the dark haired man standing in the doorway. "Wait, I recognize you.." he said, taking a few steps closer, blowing dyed black locks from his face.
Bam frowned as Ville tensed next to him before moving fluidly forward, extending his hand to Bam's newest friend. "Ville Valo. Nice to meet you..?" he left the question in his tone hanging thickly in the air in silent request for the other's name, which he gladly surprised with a broad smile.
"Of course you are! Gerard Way, pleased to meetcha!"
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Don't hurt me O.O
Comments arreee...STRAWBERRY LIPBALM!