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Title: Teenage Wasteland
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R for now
Summary: Bam has lost all hope in highschool. Until Ville comes along.
Chapter 1
Ville sat down next to me, of course where the teacher had sent him. He stared at me, a devious smile from ear to ear and a look that I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor.
"Well, well. This is an interesting twist of fate, isn't it?" He said, that same stupid grin plastered on his face.
"Fuck off." I replied, opening my notebook to make it look like I was actually going to take notes, just so the teacher wouldn't call on me for answers.
"See, normally I would, but I have a feeling I'm supposed to talk to you, like it's some kind of sign from God or something."
I stared at him like he had crabs crawling out of his mouth. Shook my head and rolled my eyes. I put my arms on my desk and rested my head on them, waiting for the sleep to take me. But it didn't, because of course Ville had to interrupt me, just as I was beginning a dream.
"You're going to get in trouble." He said, nudging my arm. I rolled my eyes at him, and put my head back down.
"Bam Margera. This isn't sleeping 101." My teacher said. I hated it when teachers tried to be funny, or sarcastic, because they failed. Always. It got a few laughs, but only from the kids that hated me, or were afraid of me for whatever reason. I glanced over to Ville, who had the classic, "I told you so" look.
The bell rang, and I grabbed my books, and shoved them in my bag and left. The day continued on like that. Ville was in all of my afternoon classes and sat next to me in every single one of them. It was almost annoying, really. The bell rang for the day to end and I threw my headphones on and walked out of school. I got my skateboard out of my locker and I just dragged it along. I didn't really want to go home, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to go. I began going in the direction of the skatepark. I turned on my cell phone, figuring my mom would call and bitch, asking where the fuck I was when it got to be near eight o' clock.
I was completely into the music I was listening to that I didn't realize someone was behind me. I stopped and they ran into me. I quickly whipped around to see none other than Ville Valo standing behind me, his freakishly-green eyes piercing through me.
"Jesus fucking Christ kid, are you stalking me or something? What the fuck do you want?" I hadn't meant to be that harsh, but I had just been scared out of my skin by someone who I don't much care for.
"I wanted to figure out if there was a way to get you to not hate me." He said, genuinely serious. I gaped my mouth at him a little, trying to figure out where he was coming from and what it was that he wanted.
"Save your breath." I said, in a half-laugh.
I went into the skate park, and grinded a few rails, Ville watching the entire time and refusing to leave me alone. It was beginning to get fucking annoying as all hell, and considering that I love it when people watch me skate, that is saying a lot. I was heading over to the half-pipe with him trotting next to me.
"You're pretty good, you know." He said, inbetween breaths.
"Yeah. Whatever." I said. He obviously didn't like to take hints.
"I know a better place you can skate, to avoid assholes and all that shit." He said, leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette.
"Do you?" I asked, suddenly intrigued.
He nodded, and told me to follow him. I was a little weary about following someone I hated, but it didn't stop me from skating behind him out of the skatepark. We kept going for a couple of blocks when he stopped infront of an old abandoned house. It was a dull, sad grey with paint chipped almost all the way off, with careworn red shutters that just barely hung on the window. It was two story, and pitch black inside, well, atleast what you could see through the boarded up windows. Plants grew unattended all the way along the house, some snaking their way up the sides of it and he led me to the backyard, where placed behind the house, was a skater's best friend: an empty pool. My mouth gaped and my eyes went about two sizes than normal.
After about an hour of skating, Ville just sitting and watching, (he must have been bored out of his fucking mind) I went up and sat by him on the bench.
"How'd you find this place?" I asked him, grabbing the bottled water he convieniently handed me and taking a large gulp of it.
"Oh so now you want to talk to me, eh?" He said, smirking.
"Sorry, you can't buy my friendship with a--" I started. I was cut off by a wailing sound.
Sirens. Fuck.
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R for now
Summary: Bam has lost all hope in highschool. Until Ville comes along.
Chapter 1
Ville sat down next to me, of course where the teacher had sent him. He stared at me, a devious smile from ear to ear and a look that I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor.
"Well, well. This is an interesting twist of fate, isn't it?" He said, that same stupid grin plastered on his face.
"Fuck off." I replied, opening my notebook to make it look like I was actually going to take notes, just so the teacher wouldn't call on me for answers.
"See, normally I would, but I have a feeling I'm supposed to talk to you, like it's some kind of sign from God or something."
I stared at him like he had crabs crawling out of his mouth. Shook my head and rolled my eyes. I put my arms on my desk and rested my head on them, waiting for the sleep to take me. But it didn't, because of course Ville had to interrupt me, just as I was beginning a dream.
"You're going to get in trouble." He said, nudging my arm. I rolled my eyes at him, and put my head back down.
"Bam Margera. This isn't sleeping 101." My teacher said. I hated it when teachers tried to be funny, or sarcastic, because they failed. Always. It got a few laughs, but only from the kids that hated me, or were afraid of me for whatever reason. I glanced over to Ville, who had the classic, "I told you so" look.
The bell rang, and I grabbed my books, and shoved them in my bag and left. The day continued on like that. Ville was in all of my afternoon classes and sat next to me in every single one of them. It was almost annoying, really. The bell rang for the day to end and I threw my headphones on and walked out of school. I got my skateboard out of my locker and I just dragged it along. I didn't really want to go home, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to go. I began going in the direction of the skatepark. I turned on my cell phone, figuring my mom would call and bitch, asking where the fuck I was when it got to be near eight o' clock.
I was completely into the music I was listening to that I didn't realize someone was behind me. I stopped and they ran into me. I quickly whipped around to see none other than Ville Valo standing behind me, his freakishly-green eyes piercing through me.
"Jesus fucking Christ kid, are you stalking me or something? What the fuck do you want?" I hadn't meant to be that harsh, but I had just been scared out of my skin by someone who I don't much care for.
"I wanted to figure out if there was a way to get you to not hate me." He said, genuinely serious. I gaped my mouth at him a little, trying to figure out where he was coming from and what it was that he wanted.
"Save your breath." I said, in a half-laugh.
I went into the skate park, and grinded a few rails, Ville watching the entire time and refusing to leave me alone. It was beginning to get fucking annoying as all hell, and considering that I love it when people watch me skate, that is saying a lot. I was heading over to the half-pipe with him trotting next to me.
"You're pretty good, you know." He said, inbetween breaths.
"Yeah. Whatever." I said. He obviously didn't like to take hints.
"I know a better place you can skate, to avoid assholes and all that shit." He said, leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette.
"Do you?" I asked, suddenly intrigued.
He nodded, and told me to follow him. I was a little weary about following someone I hated, but it didn't stop me from skating behind him out of the skatepark. We kept going for a couple of blocks when he stopped infront of an old abandoned house. It was a dull, sad grey with paint chipped almost all the way off, with careworn red shutters that just barely hung on the window. It was two story, and pitch black inside, well, atleast what you could see through the boarded up windows. Plants grew unattended all the way along the house, some snaking their way up the sides of it and he led me to the backyard, where placed behind the house, was a skater's best friend: an empty pool. My mouth gaped and my eyes went about two sizes than normal.
After about an hour of skating, Ville just sitting and watching, (he must have been bored out of his fucking mind) I went up and sat by him on the bench.
"How'd you find this place?" I asked him, grabbing the bottled water he convieniently handed me and taking a large gulp of it.
"Oh so now you want to talk to me, eh?" He said, smirking.
"Sorry, you can't buy my friendship with a--" I started. I was cut off by a wailing sound.
Sirens. Fuck.