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Title: Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Nine
Rating:
Author: druscilla_way
Genre: Drama, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Songs are owned by .38 Special and Anna Nalick.
Summary: Snapshots of the life Ville and Bam share, past and present.
Author's Note: The first part of this chapter takes place in the past, it doesn't really matter when. There will be a notice when it switches to present-time.
Previous chapters in cut.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Nine
And I'd be inclined to be yours for the takin'.
And part of this terrible mess that you're making with me,
I'm the catalyst.
"Do you love her?" Ville asked his friend, pressing a cigarette to his lips and trying to look like his heart breaking didn't lie with the answer.
Bam looked up, puzzled slightly by the sudden change in the tone of their conversation. Granted, neither of them had said anything for about five minutes, but he hadn't expected it to get serious so suddenly. "Come on, Ville. Don't get so heavy." He took another drink of his beer, crossing and uncrossing his legs.
"Just answer the question." Ville said, blowing smoke in the direction of the blue-eyed boy.
"I guess." Bam said, shrugging. "I've been dating her for years. I guess I'd better, huh?" He took another drink of his beer, sighing when he caught Ville's look. "What?" he asked defensively.
"That's not an answer, Bam. And you know it." Ville said, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him and lighting another. "Do you love Jenn?"
"I'm marrying her." Bam said. "That's an answer, isn't it?"
"Why can't you just tell me you love her then?" Ville asked suspiciously.
"Why the fuck do you care so much?" Bam shot back.
"If you're going to hide behind marrying her as an answer to whether or not you love her, then you probably shouldn't be marrying her!" Ville snapped.
"What's it to you who I marry?" Bam snarled. "You're not my fucking father, Ville."
"Just tell me you love her then!" Ville demanded. "Tell me you love her and I'll apologize for the whole thing. Tell me that you love her, Bam. Tell me!"
"I don't love her!" Bam yelled, dropping his beer when he realized the contraction that had somehow inserted itself into his sentence. "Oh, fuck, Ville." he said softly, looking up at his best friend. "I don't love her."
I never loved her
I never needed her
She was willing and that's all there is to say
* * * Present Day * * *
It was two days after they had made up when Bam went crazy looking for his boyfriend everywhere and finally found him sitting in the grass, barely visible from the roof, pen scribbling into a notebook. He didn't even notice Bam walking toward him as he turned a page.
"Why don't you ever write songs about me, Ville?" Bam asked, sitting down on his knees in front of Ville was plucking chords on one of his guitars.
Two green eyes met his and two lips curved upward slightly when they saw him sitting there. "What, love? I didn't catch it."
"I asked why you don't write songs about me." Bam said, smiling. He loved to watch Ville write songs. He loved the look on Ville's face when he tried to figure out what piece went where in the puzzle. It was one of the few times Bam saw 'his Ville' get confused.
"I write love songs, Bammie." Ville said. He knew as well as his boyfriend that he was avoiding the question, something they did with each other all too often.
"I know that." Bam said. "I have all of them memorized." Ville chuckled softly. "But why don't you write about me?"
Ville looked at his boyfriend for a minute, thoughtfully taking in the picture of the boy with the dark curls and the sky blue eyes staring at him, trying to patiently wait for an answer. He watched Bam's painted nails tap a nonrhythmic beat on his knees, watched the chapped lips formed in a slight pout.
"I've tried, Bammie." he said finally. "But I can't." It wasn't really an answer. "I don't know why, but I can't write about you."
Bam thought about it for a moment and nodded. He didn't understand, but he never understood how Ville was able to write the way he did. "Okay."
"But," Ville said, "I promise someday I'll write a song for you."
Bam smiled and leaned forward to gently kiss his boyfriend's perfect lips. "I love you, Willa Walo."
"I hate it when you call me that, Bammie-boy."
"Touche."
And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that I'm making.
But you, you're the catalyst.
---TBC---
Lalala. The best part about a story without a definite plot is that you can type in bullshit and it still works as a chapter. -does the bullshit dance-
Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . and I have a request. Would anyone be willing to make a banner for this story that I can put on my message board? Nothing fancy, just Ville and Bam and the title and maybe my name? I'll tell you what I want if anyone's willing to do it. I can't because I suck and I'm only allowed to use this for the internet.
Anyway ... reviews?
Part Nine
Rating:
Author: druscilla_way
Genre: Drama, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Songs are owned by .38 Special and Anna Nalick.
Summary: Snapshots of the life Ville and Bam share, past and present.
Author's Note: The first part of this chapter takes place in the past, it doesn't really matter when. There will be a notice when it switches to present-time.
Previous chapters in cut.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Nine
And I'd be inclined to be yours for the takin'.
And part of this terrible mess that you're making with me,
I'm the catalyst.
"Do you love her?" Ville asked his friend, pressing a cigarette to his lips and trying to look like his heart breaking didn't lie with the answer.
Bam looked up, puzzled slightly by the sudden change in the tone of their conversation. Granted, neither of them had said anything for about five minutes, but he hadn't expected it to get serious so suddenly. "Come on, Ville. Don't get so heavy." He took another drink of his beer, crossing and uncrossing his legs.
"Just answer the question." Ville said, blowing smoke in the direction of the blue-eyed boy.
"I guess." Bam said, shrugging. "I've been dating her for years. I guess I'd better, huh?" He took another drink of his beer, sighing when he caught Ville's look. "What?" he asked defensively.
"That's not an answer, Bam. And you know it." Ville said, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him and lighting another. "Do you love Jenn?"
"I'm marrying her." Bam said. "That's an answer, isn't it?"
"Why can't you just tell me you love her then?" Ville asked suspiciously.
"Why the fuck do you care so much?" Bam shot back.
"If you're going to hide behind marrying her as an answer to whether or not you love her, then you probably shouldn't be marrying her!" Ville snapped.
"What's it to you who I marry?" Bam snarled. "You're not my fucking father, Ville."
"Just tell me you love her then!" Ville demanded. "Tell me you love her and I'll apologize for the whole thing. Tell me that you love her, Bam. Tell me!"
"I don't love her!" Bam yelled, dropping his beer when he realized the contraction that had somehow inserted itself into his sentence. "Oh, fuck, Ville." he said softly, looking up at his best friend. "I don't love her."
I never loved her
I never needed her
She was willing and that's all there is to say
* * * Present Day * * *
It was two days after they had made up when Bam went crazy looking for his boyfriend everywhere and finally found him sitting in the grass, barely visible from the roof, pen scribbling into a notebook. He didn't even notice Bam walking toward him as he turned a page.
"Why don't you ever write songs about me, Ville?" Bam asked, sitting down on his knees in front of Ville was plucking chords on one of his guitars.
Two green eyes met his and two lips curved upward slightly when they saw him sitting there. "What, love? I didn't catch it."
"I asked why you don't write songs about me." Bam said, smiling. He loved to watch Ville write songs. He loved the look on Ville's face when he tried to figure out what piece went where in the puzzle. It was one of the few times Bam saw 'his Ville' get confused.
"I write love songs, Bammie." Ville said. He knew as well as his boyfriend that he was avoiding the question, something they did with each other all too often.
"I know that." Bam said. "I have all of them memorized." Ville chuckled softly. "But why don't you write about me?"
Ville looked at his boyfriend for a minute, thoughtfully taking in the picture of the boy with the dark curls and the sky blue eyes staring at him, trying to patiently wait for an answer. He watched Bam's painted nails tap a nonrhythmic beat on his knees, watched the chapped lips formed in a slight pout.
"I've tried, Bammie." he said finally. "But I can't." It wasn't really an answer. "I don't know why, but I can't write about you."
Bam thought about it for a moment and nodded. He didn't understand, but he never understood how Ville was able to write the way he did. "Okay."
"But," Ville said, "I promise someday I'll write a song for you."
Bam smiled and leaned forward to gently kiss his boyfriend's perfect lips. "I love you, Willa Walo."
"I hate it when you call me that, Bammie-boy."
"Touche."
And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that I'm making.
But you, you're the catalyst.
---TBC---
Lalala. The best part about a story without a definite plot is that you can type in bullshit and it still works as a chapter. -does the bullshit dance-
Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . and I have a request. Would anyone be willing to make a banner for this story that I can put on my message board? Nothing fancy, just Ville and Bam and the title and maybe my name? I'll tell you what I want if anyone's willing to do it. I can't because I suck and I'm only allowed to use this for the internet.
Anyway ... reviews?