Missy Doesn't Know
Title: Missy Doesn't Know
Pairing: Vam like woah.
Rating: PG-13/R-ish..cause of "sexual references"..ooh.
Summary: Finally arriving in Finland, Bam overheards a parody/rewrite of the song "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra, being sung by one Ville Valo himself.
Disclaimer: As stated above, Lustra owns "Scotty Doesn't Know" and I own Margeran the bamboo plant! (Well, the bamboo plant's potting gravel-stuff...) Haha, get it? [Insert Drum Thing Here] And this can of Berries and Cream Dr. Pepper..mmm.
Note: Harley here! You may know me as the noob who posted her intro a few posts down. Anyway, it's a Vam fic! My FIRST EVER Vam fic. Woot. This isn't exactly the one-shot I was talking about..but it popped into my mind shuffling through my playlist, so here you go. I tried to make it grammer-perfect, but meh...you get what you get.
After being stuck on the flight from hell for god-knows how long, Bam was tapping his foot impatiently on the dirty cab's floor. The summer had finally come, meaning Bam would be able to take his solo vacation to Finland to visit his best friend and secret lover, frontman of Finnish band HIM, Ville Valo. Leaning back in the uncomfortable seat, tapping his fingers on the glass, Bam sighed.
'This cab ride couldn't be any longer,' he thought, fingers still drumming absentmindedly.
As though his mind had been read, the cab turned onto a familar street, and Bam's heart raced at the sight of Ville's apartment building. The cab eventually slowed to a stop outside the haven, and the disgruntled-looking cabbie popped the trunk full of Bam's luggage with the push of a button. Excited as he was, Bam thrust more than enough money for the ride into the cabbie's hand and leapt from the vehicle, his feet knocking around the random garbage on the cab's floor.
With a slight 'oomph' as the weight of the bags filled Bam's arms, he raced as fast as he could with multiple luggage cases into the building and up the stairs.
'~*~'
After recieving the call from Bam late last night telling him that his flight was leaving tomorrow, Ville had spent half the night cleaning the messy apartment. He picked up the various bottles of beer strewn across the room, threw out the empty packages of cigarettes, and scrubbed every surface preparing for Bam's arrival.
'It's going to get messy again anyway,' Ville thought, a smile drawn to his face as he remembered how after Bam's visit the summer before, his back had hurt for days cleaning up the mess.
'Or maybe it wasn't the cleaning...'
But now, after getting as much sleep as his body would let his enthusiastic mind, Ville was lounging on his couch in an awkward position, his feet on the arm of the couch while the rest of his body was hanging off the edge of the seat, his hair lightly brushing against the floor.
Bored out of his mind, Ville blindly grabbed the closest thing to him off the coffeetable, hoping it would bring some element of entertainment to him. Alas, it was his iPod, the ingenious gadget that Bam had gotten him for some random occasion that Ville had long forgotten. Sticking the tiny earbuds into his ears, Ville cycled through the hundreds of songs, listening to the first beginning notes of each song before coming upon one song he'd forgotten was even on the compact object. He turned the volume up on it and left the device be.
The odd position on the couch was beginning to take its toll on Ville's slender frame, and he shifted his body so that it rested on the couch normally. Listening to the lyrics of the song playing, Ville suddenly had a thought of Bam, his love, and couldn't help but laugh as he thought of a different set of words to go to the song.
'~*~'
Approaching the door to Ville's apartment, Bam noticed the eerie silence. Almost always you could hear some sort of disturbance coming from the depths, but this time, even with his ear pressed to the door, Bam didn't hear a thing.
'Maybe he fell asleep waiting for me...the flight took so fucking long,' Bam thought, and decided he'd just open to door quietly. Leaving his bags on the doorstep, he gently turned the knob and opened the door.
Stepping inside, a sudden voice coming from Ville's living room startled Bam, causing him to jump slightly. After listening to the voice, he rcognized it as Ville's. And the voice wasn't just speaking, it was singing. Ville's words continued, and Bam continuted listening.
"Missy doesn't know
That Bammie and me
Do it in Finland
Every summer.
He tells her he's gotta skate,
But he doesn't go.
Still, he falls to his knees
And Missy doesn't know.
Oh, Missy doesn't know.
So don't tell Missy.
Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't knoooow.
So don't tell Missy.
Bammie says he just has to stop in,
But he's under me and I'm not stoppin'."
The words Ville was singing set Bam into such a giggle-fit, he shoved the loose sleeves of his hoodie into his mouth, a makeshift gag muffling the sounds coming from his mouth. He didn't want Ville to know he was here yet. Working his way to the entrance to the living room, he saw Ville on the couch, his eyes closed, belting out the next part of his parody.
"Cause Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know.
So don't tell Missy.
Missy doesn't knoooow.
So don't tell Missy.
I can't believe she's so trustin'
While I'm right behind him thrustin'.
Bammie's got her on the phone,
And he's trying not to moan.
I'm sucking him off.
And she knows nothin',
Nothin'."
Instead of repeating himself again, Ville just hummed the rest of the chorus to his song. Bam went to step forward and snap him out of his trance, but as soon as he lifted his foot, Ville's words echoed through the room again.
"Backstage after the show,
Nobody will know.
Missy doesn't know.
She really doesn't know.
Missy doesn't knooow."
After the words left his mouth, Ville's cat-eyes opened, and stared into Bam's crystal eyes. Bam spit the cloth out of his mouth and smirked at Ville. Not missing a beat, Ville continued singing.
"The parking lot,
Why not?
Next time, you'll be on top.
Your front lawn
In the snow.
Laughing so hard
Cause Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know."
As Bam's eyes still locked with his, Ville's arms moved as if he were playing an electric guitar, moving his hands to the time of the song's own guitar solo. Words soon accompanied the movements.
"I did him on her birthday..."
As Ville broke into the chorus yet again, Bam worked his way to the couch, sliding Ville's feet off one end so he could sit. Ville finished his song off with a few last words:
"Missy will know.
Missy has to know.
Missy's gotta know.
Gonna tell Missy,
Gonna tell her myself.
Missy's gotta go.
Missy's gotta...go."
When Ville stopped singing, Bam took the earphones out of his ears, the iPod out of his hand, and set them both on the coffeetable.
"That was interesting," he laughed, staring straight at Ville. Ville leaned up, wrapped his arms around Bam's waist, and caught his mouth into a fiery kiss, their tounges gently rubbing against each other. It seemed like hours later when Ville finally broke the kiss, looking around the apartment for Bam's luggage, before questioning him about it.
"Oh yeah, it's still on the doorstep," he shrugged. It was just a month's worth of clothes, his sponsors sent him the equivalent each week, so he didn't really care if it was stolen. Bam frowed as Ville jumped off the couch, and minutes later reappeared with all of his Bam's things in his arms. Placing them gently ont he floor, he slumped into place on the couch and held Bam in his arms
"Did you like my song, Bammie?" he asked with a smile on his face. "I just showed it off, only for you."
Pasuing for a couple of moments, Bam spoke up.
"I want you to do exactly that," he blurted out.
"What?" Ville had a confused look on his face. Bam leaned in and whispered into Ville's ear, hot breath ticking his neck.
"Show me the things you were singing about. I want you to do them." Leaning away from Ville's ear, he laid back on the couch, arms behind his head, grinning madly.
Ville thought for a split second and then:
"Is there anything valuable in those bags, Bammie?" he asked, cocking his head slightly.
Stunned by the random-seeming questions, Bam answered.
"Uh, no...why?"
Ville didn't answer Bam's question until he had succeded in tugging Bam's hoodie and shirt off. He finally responded while unzipping Bam's pants.
"Because you're fucking loud, and when the neighbors hear you and come a'knocking, I'll need to throw those."
Bam, still confused, asked the same question. "Why?"
Ville sighed. "I'm fresh out of flowerpots."
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-sips at Dr. Pepper-
Alrighty then, my first Vam story, posted right here. Oh yes.
Questions, comments, concerns? Complaints, critisism, candies? Put 'em right here on my desk, on top of the History essay I still need to finish...
And if anyone wants the original song, I'll gladly upload it somewhere...if someone just tells me how to work those Mega Upload, You Send It things...now off to read "teh awexome updates".
Pairing: Vam like woah.
Rating: PG-13/R-ish..cause of "sexual references"..ooh.
Summary: Finally arriving in Finland, Bam overheards a parody/rewrite of the song "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra, being sung by one Ville Valo himself.
Disclaimer: As stated above, Lustra owns "Scotty Doesn't Know" and I own Margeran the bamboo plant! (Well, the bamboo plant's potting gravel-stuff...) Haha, get it? [Insert Drum Thing Here] And this can of Berries and Cream Dr. Pepper..mmm.
Note: Harley here! You may know me as the noob who posted her intro a few posts down. Anyway, it's a Vam fic! My FIRST EVER Vam fic. Woot. This isn't exactly the one-shot I was talking about..but it popped into my mind shuffling through my playlist, so here you go. I tried to make it grammer-perfect, but meh...you get what you get.
After being stuck on the flight from hell for god-knows how long, Bam was tapping his foot impatiently on the dirty cab's floor. The summer had finally come, meaning Bam would be able to take his solo vacation to Finland to visit his best friend and secret lover, frontman of Finnish band HIM, Ville Valo. Leaning back in the uncomfortable seat, tapping his fingers on the glass, Bam sighed.
'This cab ride couldn't be any longer,' he thought, fingers still drumming absentmindedly.
As though his mind had been read, the cab turned onto a familar street, and Bam's heart raced at the sight of Ville's apartment building. The cab eventually slowed to a stop outside the haven, and the disgruntled-looking cabbie popped the trunk full of Bam's luggage with the push of a button. Excited as he was, Bam thrust more than enough money for the ride into the cabbie's hand and leapt from the vehicle, his feet knocking around the random garbage on the cab's floor.
With a slight 'oomph' as the weight of the bags filled Bam's arms, he raced as fast as he could with multiple luggage cases into the building and up the stairs.
'~*~'
After recieving the call from Bam late last night telling him that his flight was leaving tomorrow, Ville had spent half the night cleaning the messy apartment. He picked up the various bottles of beer strewn across the room, threw out the empty packages of cigarettes, and scrubbed every surface preparing for Bam's arrival.
'It's going to get messy again anyway,' Ville thought, a smile drawn to his face as he remembered how after Bam's visit the summer before, his back had hurt for days cleaning up the mess.
'Or maybe it wasn't the cleaning...'
But now, after getting as much sleep as his body would let his enthusiastic mind, Ville was lounging on his couch in an awkward position, his feet on the arm of the couch while the rest of his body was hanging off the edge of the seat, his hair lightly brushing against the floor.
Bored out of his mind, Ville blindly grabbed the closest thing to him off the coffeetable, hoping it would bring some element of entertainment to him. Alas, it was his iPod, the ingenious gadget that Bam had gotten him for some random occasion that Ville had long forgotten. Sticking the tiny earbuds into his ears, Ville cycled through the hundreds of songs, listening to the first beginning notes of each song before coming upon one song he'd forgotten was even on the compact object. He turned the volume up on it and left the device be.
The odd position on the couch was beginning to take its toll on Ville's slender frame, and he shifted his body so that it rested on the couch normally. Listening to the lyrics of the song playing, Ville suddenly had a thought of Bam, his love, and couldn't help but laugh as he thought of a different set of words to go to the song.
'~*~'
Approaching the door to Ville's apartment, Bam noticed the eerie silence. Almost always you could hear some sort of disturbance coming from the depths, but this time, even with his ear pressed to the door, Bam didn't hear a thing.
'Maybe he fell asleep waiting for me...the flight took so fucking long,' Bam thought, and decided he'd just open to door quietly. Leaving his bags on the doorstep, he gently turned the knob and opened the door.
Stepping inside, a sudden voice coming from Ville's living room startled Bam, causing him to jump slightly. After listening to the voice, he rcognized it as Ville's. And the voice wasn't just speaking, it was singing. Ville's words continued, and Bam continuted listening.
"Missy doesn't know
That Bammie and me
Do it in Finland
Every summer.
He tells her he's gotta skate,
But he doesn't go.
Still, he falls to his knees
And Missy doesn't know.
Oh, Missy doesn't know.
So don't tell Missy.
Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't knoooow.
So don't tell Missy.
Bammie says he just has to stop in,
But he's under me and I'm not stoppin'."
The words Ville was singing set Bam into such a giggle-fit, he shoved the loose sleeves of his hoodie into his mouth, a makeshift gag muffling the sounds coming from his mouth. He didn't want Ville to know he was here yet. Working his way to the entrance to the living room, he saw Ville on the couch, his eyes closed, belting out the next part of his parody.
"Cause Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know.
So don't tell Missy.
Missy doesn't knoooow.
So don't tell Missy.
I can't believe she's so trustin'
While I'm right behind him thrustin'.
Bammie's got her on the phone,
And he's trying not to moan.
I'm sucking him off.
And she knows nothin',
Nothin'."
Instead of repeating himself again, Ville just hummed the rest of the chorus to his song. Bam went to step forward and snap him out of his trance, but as soon as he lifted his foot, Ville's words echoed through the room again.
"Backstage after the show,
Nobody will know.
Missy doesn't know.
She really doesn't know.
Missy doesn't knooow."
After the words left his mouth, Ville's cat-eyes opened, and stared into Bam's crystal eyes. Bam spit the cloth out of his mouth and smirked at Ville. Not missing a beat, Ville continued singing.
"The parking lot,
Why not?
Next time, you'll be on top.
Your front lawn
In the snow.
Laughing so hard
Cause Missy doesn't know.
Missy doesn't know."
As Bam's eyes still locked with his, Ville's arms moved as if he were playing an electric guitar, moving his hands to the time of the song's own guitar solo. Words soon accompanied the movements.
"I did him on her birthday..."
As Ville broke into the chorus yet again, Bam worked his way to the couch, sliding Ville's feet off one end so he could sit. Ville finished his song off with a few last words:
"Missy will know.
Missy has to know.
Missy's gotta know.
Gonna tell Missy,
Gonna tell her myself.
Missy's gotta go.
Missy's gotta...go."
When Ville stopped singing, Bam took the earphones out of his ears, the iPod out of his hand, and set them both on the coffeetable.
"That was interesting," he laughed, staring straight at Ville. Ville leaned up, wrapped his arms around Bam's waist, and caught his mouth into a fiery kiss, their tounges gently rubbing against each other. It seemed like hours later when Ville finally broke the kiss, looking around the apartment for Bam's luggage, before questioning him about it.
"Oh yeah, it's still on the doorstep," he shrugged. It was just a month's worth of clothes, his sponsors sent him the equivalent each week, so he didn't really care if it was stolen. Bam frowed as Ville jumped off the couch, and minutes later reappeared with all of his Bam's things in his arms. Placing them gently ont he floor, he slumped into place on the couch and held Bam in his arms
"Did you like my song, Bammie?" he asked with a smile on his face. "I just showed it off, only for you."
Pasuing for a couple of moments, Bam spoke up.
"I want you to do exactly that," he blurted out.
"What?" Ville had a confused look on his face. Bam leaned in and whispered into Ville's ear, hot breath ticking his neck.
"Show me the things you were singing about. I want you to do them." Leaning away from Ville's ear, he laid back on the couch, arms behind his head, grinning madly.
Ville thought for a split second and then:
"Is there anything valuable in those bags, Bammie?" he asked, cocking his head slightly.
Stunned by the random-seeming questions, Bam answered.
"Uh, no...why?"
Ville didn't answer Bam's question until he had succeded in tugging Bam's hoodie and shirt off. He finally responded while unzipping Bam's pants.
"Because you're fucking loud, and when the neighbors hear you and come a'knocking, I'll need to throw those."
Bam, still confused, asked the same question. "Why?"
Ville sighed. "I'm fresh out of flowerpots."
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-sips at Dr. Pepper-
Alrighty then, my first Vam story, posted right here. Oh yes.
Questions, comments, concerns? Complaints, critisism, candies? Put 'em right here on my desk, on top of the History essay I still need to finish...
And if anyone wants the original song, I'll gladly upload it somewhere...if someone just tells me how to work those Mega Upload, You Send It things...now off to read "teh awexome updates".