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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
*chapter four*---http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1425397.html#cutid1
*chapter five*---http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1440437.html#cutid1
*chapter six*----http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1453166.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 seven
After shutting off the steamy water, Bam stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a black towel from the closet, admiring the embroidered heartagrams in each corner of the frilly cloth. His thought’s wander downstairs, to the skinny pale man known as Ville Valo -ex-lead singer of the Finnish rock band HIM, sex icon for women and men across the world, most of all his companion and long time friend.
Ville had turned off his movie and he began setting the table. He removed the food from the oven, and placed it in the middle of the long dinning table. Ville hurried back into the kitchen. He pulled open a small drawer. Grabbing two sets of spoons, forks, knives, and napkins he walked back to the large table. Ville reached for one of knives and accidentally sliced his hand. He yelped in pain and rushed for the kitchen.
Bam walked to his room and dug through his closet. Where’s Ape when I need her? Bam looked through his dresser drawers. He settled on a black, long sleeve, button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. Bam glanced in his mirror, grabbing a brush that had been sitting on a pile of clothing, he combed his hair.
Ville put the remaining silverware, covered in his own blood, in the sink. He turned the faucet on and stuck his hand in the streaming ice cold water. “That fucking stings so bad,” he whimpered as he pulled his hand out from under the water. Almost instantaneously blood began to pour from the cut. Ville grabbed a hand full of paper towels. He wrapped them around his hand. Blood seeped through the thin towels, turning the once white material to a deep crimson.
“Ville?” Bam called, walking down the stairs. Bam stepped past the table and into the kitchen. He gasped. “Ville what the fuck did you do,”
Startled, Ville jumped and spun around. “Bam! I told you to stop scaring me like that…” Ville turned back around and grabbed for more paper towels, “I accidentally cut myself on a knife…it won’t stop bleeding Bammie,” he murmured
Bam walked over to Ville and pulled his bloody hand over the sink and peeled back the layers of paper towels. Bam’s eyes grew wide as he sucked in a breath at the sight of what he thought was the cut, but there was too much blood to tell.
“Ville I’m taking you to the hospital, I think that might require stitches.” Bam said.
Ville’s head shot up “No, Bammie I refuse. Doctors hate me, I don’t like hospitals and I’ll die if you take me to that-that-that place.” A look of pure terror flushed over Ville’s face. He started walking backward “Bammie there’s nothing in this world you can do to get me to go to that place,”
“Ville, you’re going rather you like it or not,” Bam replied, lunging at Ville. He grabbed the older man tight, tossing him over his shoulder, and carried him towards the door.
Ville started screaming, “Bammie, please, no! I don’t want to! Bammie, please put me down, I don’t want to go!”
Bam grabbed his keys and opened the door with Ville still over his shoulder. He got to his car and set Ville down in the passenger seat. He was now crying and still giving stupid excuses in hopes that Bam would reconsider. Bam hopped in the driver’s side and fired up the engine. The drive to the hospital quiet, save for Ville’s occasional whimpers and pleas. He parked the car and turned to face Ville, who had spots of blood on his face along with tear stains.
“Ville please stop crying, we have to get that hand of yours fixed up, if we don’t you could bleed to death or something,” Bam whispered. Ville just looked at Bam and sniffled. “Why are you so upset about getting stitches? I’ve had worse; I’ve broken bones and shit. I didn’t cry over something as small as stitches.” Bam gently placed a hand on Ville’s face. He thumbed away the tears and blood. Bam leaned over the console and kissed Ville softly.
“Let’s go do this, Bammie,” Ville
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comments are love :)
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
*chapter four*---http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1425397.html#cutid1
*chapter five*---http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1440437.html#cutid1
*chapter six*----http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1453166.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 seven
After shutting off the steamy water, Bam stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a black towel from the closet, admiring the embroidered heartagrams in each corner of the frilly cloth. His thought’s wander downstairs, to the skinny pale man known as Ville Valo -ex-lead singer of the Finnish rock band HIM, sex icon for women and men across the world, most of all his companion and long time friend.
Ville had turned off his movie and he began setting the table. He removed the food from the oven, and placed it in the middle of the long dinning table. Ville hurried back into the kitchen. He pulled open a small drawer. Grabbing two sets of spoons, forks, knives, and napkins he walked back to the large table. Ville reached for one of knives and accidentally sliced his hand. He yelped in pain and rushed for the kitchen.
Bam walked to his room and dug through his closet. Where’s Ape when I need her? Bam looked through his dresser drawers. He settled on a black, long sleeve, button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. Bam glanced in his mirror, grabbing a brush that had been sitting on a pile of clothing, he combed his hair.
Ville put the remaining silverware, covered in his own blood, in the sink. He turned the faucet on and stuck his hand in the streaming ice cold water. “That fucking stings so bad,” he whimpered as he pulled his hand out from under the water. Almost instantaneously blood began to pour from the cut. Ville grabbed a hand full of paper towels. He wrapped them around his hand. Blood seeped through the thin towels, turning the once white material to a deep crimson.
“Ville?” Bam called, walking down the stairs. Bam stepped past the table and into the kitchen. He gasped. “Ville what the fuck did you do,”
Startled, Ville jumped and spun around. “Bam! I told you to stop scaring me like that…” Ville turned back around and grabbed for more paper towels, “I accidentally cut myself on a knife…it won’t stop bleeding Bammie,” he murmured
Bam walked over to Ville and pulled his bloody hand over the sink and peeled back the layers of paper towels. Bam’s eyes grew wide as he sucked in a breath at the sight of what he thought was the cut, but there was too much blood to tell.
“Ville I’m taking you to the hospital, I think that might require stitches.” Bam said.
Ville’s head shot up “No, Bammie I refuse. Doctors hate me, I don’t like hospitals and I’ll die if you take me to that-that-that place.” A look of pure terror flushed over Ville’s face. He started walking backward “Bammie there’s nothing in this world you can do to get me to go to that place,”
“Ville, you’re going rather you like it or not,” Bam replied, lunging at Ville. He grabbed the older man tight, tossing him over his shoulder, and carried him towards the door.
Ville started screaming, “Bammie, please, no! I don’t want to! Bammie, please put me down, I don’t want to go!”
Bam grabbed his keys and opened the door with Ville still over his shoulder. He got to his car and set Ville down in the passenger seat. He was now crying and still giving stupid excuses in hopes that Bam would reconsider. Bam hopped in the driver’s side and fired up the engine. The drive to the hospital quiet, save for Ville’s occasional whimpers and pleas. He parked the car and turned to face Ville, who had spots of blood on his face along with tear stains.
“Ville please stop crying, we have to get that hand of yours fixed up, if we don’t you could bleed to death or something,” Bam whispered. Ville just looked at Bam and sniffled. “Why are you so upset about getting stitches? I’ve had worse; I’ve broken bones and shit. I didn’t cry over something as small as stitches.” Bam gently placed a hand on Ville’s face. He thumbed away the tears and blood. Bam leaned over the console and kissed Ville softly.
“Let’s go do this, Bammie,” Ville
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comments are love :)