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Two part stand-togther type thing
a while ago i wrote this standalone based on Missy's life. As several people suggested, i have written another one to follow that up, but from Jonna's point of view. Hopefully someone remember's the one i wrote before, but in case you havn't... ill post it here
Through Missy's Eyes
And now for the newest of offerings...
Title: My Diabolical Rapture, Part 2/2
Rating: Pg 13+
Disclaimer: I don't know Bam, Ville or Missy and i'm not Jonna so everything you read has come purely from my twisted imagination
Notes: The girls are the first in the whole of this Vamming community to make the bad guys withing a fic... and seesings as they are humas aswell, i thought i'd give them some emotions... a point of view and a heart felt lok into how they see things... Hopefully someone enjoyes reading what i've written...
I sit on the couch, trying not to think about you but failing miserably. Do you even know I sit at home waiting for you? Even when you’re in a completely different country to me with the man who holds your heart! If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here; I’m doing him a favour more then anyone else, by sticking around. You and I both know that no-one in Finland would care if you came out and said you were in love with Bam Margera. Most would be expecting it; the others would think it’s cute. If it weren’t for Bam and his stupid fear of rejection from his country and fan’s, I could be elsewhere, with someone who actually loved me.
I can try to hate you, to hate him and what you two together has done to me, but I can’t bring myself to hatred. Anger yes and jealousy of what he and you have and what I don’t. But no, I’ll never feel hatred. And as I sit here, alone in your apartment for what must be the hundredth night in a row, I wonder about Missy. Does she know about you and Bam, and is she like me. Is she good to your dear Bam Bam, staying only with him, or is she a little slut, up for her 15 minutes of fame? Maybe one day I’ll ring her, she was nice last time I met her. That was Christmas. I sat next to her at the table, you and Bam opposite us. You weren’t going to talk to us, too busy gazing into each other’s eyes. When you disappeared upstairs without warning the mood of the party changed. Nothing’s been the same for me since Christmas. You keep running off to America, to a certain little house in a certain little town where a certain blue eyed skater just happens to live. I can’t remember the last time you kissed me, wrapped your skinny arms around my waist and just held me close, for fear of jeopardising your precious relationship with ‘Bammie!’
The phone shrills loudly in my wanted silence, and I contemplate ripping the cord out of the wall just to keep it from ringing.
“Yes?” I answer, not caring about my tone. I was thinking about you and I was getting frustrated.
“Jonna, hi… it’s… its ahh… Missy.” So the infamous slut rings, inviting herself into my life. I wonder, did you put her up to this? Are you why she’s calling, befriending me so she can feel wanted?
“Who?” Harsh, I know, but I’m not in the mood for her charity. I need a cigarette, my good friend Jack and a spare few hours in which I can drink away the never-ending pain that is my current life.
“Missy, I’m umm… Bam’s wife? We sat together last Christmas.” Rolling my eyes, I continue to pick at the dark polish that covers my nails.
“Right, I remember now. How are you?” Pleasantries are such a bore, and this was testing my patience. All I wanted to do was slam the pone down and be done with this horrible pain anything about you brought up.
“Not… Not so good actually… I, umm, I needed someone to talk too.” Could this girl not say one sentence without pausing, stuttering or mumbling? I nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. Wait, was that… Oh dear, she’s started to sob.
“It’s just… I love him so much, but he has Ville… and it’s not fair of me to expect anything… but it’s… I hurt so badly, just, just knowing that he’s… what he’s doing.” I’m shocked; this girl actually has a heart. Maybe I won’t slam the phone down after all.
“It’s alright sweetie,” I muttered, not sure of what to say. My fingers had stopped trying to rip apart each other, now more content just to rest in my lap. “I know how you feel.” Do I? Do I honestly have any idea just how much pain she’s in? She’s in love with dear Bam Bam and there isn’t much love lost between us for me to feel any sort of pain. That in itself is kind of sad and I can just feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. “At least they have each other.” I whisper, not believing what I was saying. If I couldn’t believe what I was saying, would Missy?
“That’s what I keep telling myself.” I guess she proved me wrong then. I wonder just how much she hurt, whether she’s ever thought about leaving, exposing you and Bam for who you really are? “There’s just… no way I could leave, you know? It hurts so badly but I can do anything about it.”
“I’m not sure. I’m in a battle with myself at the moment. I could leave, Ville and I, well, I’m just a convenience for Bam, so Ville can claim he’s involved with me and not Bam. No-one here would care; it’s just there, Bam’s fans. I’m here mostly because of Bam’s fans.” I think I stunned her with that one. It wasn’t what she was expecting. There’s an awkward silence that crackles along the phone lines, and there is just no point in keeping it that way. “It was nice talking to you Missy. Good night.”
A click and the sound of the dial tone tells me she’s left, and I place the phone back into its cradle. What I need is a long hot bath, a good book and Jack, the one man I can depend on to help me forget you!
Through Missy's Eyes
And now for the newest of offerings...
Title: My Diabolical Rapture, Part 2/2
Rating: Pg 13+
Disclaimer: I don't know Bam, Ville or Missy and i'm not Jonna so everything you read has come purely from my twisted imagination
Notes: The girls are the first in the whole of this Vamming community to make the bad guys withing a fic... and seesings as they are humas aswell, i thought i'd give them some emotions... a point of view and a heart felt lok into how they see things... Hopefully someone enjoyes reading what i've written...
I sit on the couch, trying not to think about you but failing miserably. Do you even know I sit at home waiting for you? Even when you’re in a completely different country to me with the man who holds your heart! If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here; I’m doing him a favour more then anyone else, by sticking around. You and I both know that no-one in Finland would care if you came out and said you were in love with Bam Margera. Most would be expecting it; the others would think it’s cute. If it weren’t for Bam and his stupid fear of rejection from his country and fan’s, I could be elsewhere, with someone who actually loved me.
I can try to hate you, to hate him and what you two together has done to me, but I can’t bring myself to hatred. Anger yes and jealousy of what he and you have and what I don’t. But no, I’ll never feel hatred. And as I sit here, alone in your apartment for what must be the hundredth night in a row, I wonder about Missy. Does she know about you and Bam, and is she like me. Is she good to your dear Bam Bam, staying only with him, or is she a little slut, up for her 15 minutes of fame? Maybe one day I’ll ring her, she was nice last time I met her. That was Christmas. I sat next to her at the table, you and Bam opposite us. You weren’t going to talk to us, too busy gazing into each other’s eyes. When you disappeared upstairs without warning the mood of the party changed. Nothing’s been the same for me since Christmas. You keep running off to America, to a certain little house in a certain little town where a certain blue eyed skater just happens to live. I can’t remember the last time you kissed me, wrapped your skinny arms around my waist and just held me close, for fear of jeopardising your precious relationship with ‘Bammie!’
The phone shrills loudly in my wanted silence, and I contemplate ripping the cord out of the wall just to keep it from ringing.
“Yes?” I answer, not caring about my tone. I was thinking about you and I was getting frustrated.
“Jonna, hi… it’s… its ahh… Missy.” So the infamous slut rings, inviting herself into my life. I wonder, did you put her up to this? Are you why she’s calling, befriending me so she can feel wanted?
“Who?” Harsh, I know, but I’m not in the mood for her charity. I need a cigarette, my good friend Jack and a spare few hours in which I can drink away the never-ending pain that is my current life.
“Missy, I’m umm… Bam’s wife? We sat together last Christmas.” Rolling my eyes, I continue to pick at the dark polish that covers my nails.
“Right, I remember now. How are you?” Pleasantries are such a bore, and this was testing my patience. All I wanted to do was slam the pone down and be done with this horrible pain anything about you brought up.
“Not… Not so good actually… I, umm, I needed someone to talk too.” Could this girl not say one sentence without pausing, stuttering or mumbling? I nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. Wait, was that… Oh dear, she’s started to sob.
“It’s just… I love him so much, but he has Ville… and it’s not fair of me to expect anything… but it’s… I hurt so badly, just, just knowing that he’s… what he’s doing.” I’m shocked; this girl actually has a heart. Maybe I won’t slam the phone down after all.
“It’s alright sweetie,” I muttered, not sure of what to say. My fingers had stopped trying to rip apart each other, now more content just to rest in my lap. “I know how you feel.” Do I? Do I honestly have any idea just how much pain she’s in? She’s in love with dear Bam Bam and there isn’t much love lost between us for me to feel any sort of pain. That in itself is kind of sad and I can just feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. “At least they have each other.” I whisper, not believing what I was saying. If I couldn’t believe what I was saying, would Missy?
“That’s what I keep telling myself.” I guess she proved me wrong then. I wonder just how much she hurt, whether she’s ever thought about leaving, exposing you and Bam for who you really are? “There’s just… no way I could leave, you know? It hurts so badly but I can do anything about it.”
“I’m not sure. I’m in a battle with myself at the moment. I could leave, Ville and I, well, I’m just a convenience for Bam, so Ville can claim he’s involved with me and not Bam. No-one here would care; it’s just there, Bam’s fans. I’m here mostly because of Bam’s fans.” I think I stunned her with that one. It wasn’t what she was expecting. There’s an awkward silence that crackles along the phone lines, and there is just no point in keeping it that way. “It was nice talking to you Missy. Good night.”
A click and the sound of the dial tone tells me she’s left, and I place the phone back into its cradle. What I need is a long hot bath, a good book and Jack, the one man I can depend on to help me forget you!