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Since someone is so impatient, you can have the epilogue now. Aren't I nice?
Usual disclaimer etc.
It’s been three months since that day, when Ville came back into my life and changed it forever. To my complete surprise, my family and friends were overjoyed that we’d finally got together and Ville hasn’t left my side since.
He stayed with me for a few weeks, I went back to Finland with him because he had some work to do, I went on tour with him and the band, he came back to West Chester with me and that’s where we are right now - lying on my bed. He just experienced a Margera family reunion first hand. Poor boy. I think it might take him a while to get over the shock.
I move a little bit closer and reach out to pick up his hand and twist our fingers together. He turns to me and smiles. I love that he always looks so happy now…
“Love you, Bam.”
“You love me even after a family reunion?”
“Yeah, shocking isn’t it?”
I giggle and he lifts his arm to let me snuggle into him.
“I think it’s cute,” he says totally randomly a minute later.
“What?”
“That your family are so close. Mine couldn’t really give a damn.”
It’s true. He’s so close to his parents and his brother but apart from them…he told me yesterday that he hasn’t even seen most of his family since HIM formed and became so huge in Finland. His family pretty much disowned him. I don’t know why, exactly, don’t even know if he knows really, and I didn’t want to push it.
Oh fuck, he’s talking to me again.
“What?”
“Were you not listening to me again?”
You have no idea how many times a day I space out while he’s talking to me. But, in my defense, I’m always thinking about him when I do it.
“…not exactly…”
He starts tickling me. I HATE it when people tickle me - a fact that he abuses on a daily basis - and soon he has me writhing and squirming underneath him with tears rolling down my cheeks.
“I was saying,” he says into my ear as he finally stops his torture, “that I love being here with you and your family.”
“So stay here with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, move out here. Come and live with me.”
“Seriously?”
Okay, so the ‘stay here with me’ just came out without me thinking about it, but the more I kept talking, the more sense it made.
“Yeah…we can get our own place, get a little bit of privacy, but yeah…move over here. Be a part of my family. They all love you, you know.”
The smile on his face is absolutely beautiful and he sinks into my arms, kissing me until I think I might pass out from a serious lack of oxygen.
A month later and we’re moving in to our new house. Just a mile from my old house so we can still go and get fed when we can’t be bothered to cook for ourselves. Will probably be every meal then, really.
I’m standing watching Ville order the moving guys about with a smile when Davey walks up behind me, staggering under the weight of a box of eight thousand million of Ville’s CD’s.
“So, you made the right choice then?” he asks, just as Ville turns to me and blows me a kiss.
“Yeah. I really did.”
Usual disclaimer etc.
It’s been three months since that day, when Ville came back into my life and changed it forever. To my complete surprise, my family and friends were overjoyed that we’d finally got together and Ville hasn’t left my side since.
He stayed with me for a few weeks, I went back to Finland with him because he had some work to do, I went on tour with him and the band, he came back to West Chester with me and that’s where we are right now - lying on my bed. He just experienced a Margera family reunion first hand. Poor boy. I think it might take him a while to get over the shock.
I move a little bit closer and reach out to pick up his hand and twist our fingers together. He turns to me and smiles. I love that he always looks so happy now…
“Love you, Bam.”
“You love me even after a family reunion?”
“Yeah, shocking isn’t it?”
I giggle and he lifts his arm to let me snuggle into him.
“I think it’s cute,” he says totally randomly a minute later.
“What?”
“That your family are so close. Mine couldn’t really give a damn.”
It’s true. He’s so close to his parents and his brother but apart from them…he told me yesterday that he hasn’t even seen most of his family since HIM formed and became so huge in Finland. His family pretty much disowned him. I don’t know why, exactly, don’t even know if he knows really, and I didn’t want to push it.
Oh fuck, he’s talking to me again.
“What?”
“Were you not listening to me again?”
You have no idea how many times a day I space out while he’s talking to me. But, in my defense, I’m always thinking about him when I do it.
“…not exactly…”
He starts tickling me. I HATE it when people tickle me - a fact that he abuses on a daily basis - and soon he has me writhing and squirming underneath him with tears rolling down my cheeks.
“I was saying,” he says into my ear as he finally stops his torture, “that I love being here with you and your family.”
“So stay here with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, move out here. Come and live with me.”
“Seriously?”
Okay, so the ‘stay here with me’ just came out without me thinking about it, but the more I kept talking, the more sense it made.
“Yeah…we can get our own place, get a little bit of privacy, but yeah…move over here. Be a part of my family. They all love you, you know.”
The smile on his face is absolutely beautiful and he sinks into my arms, kissing me until I think I might pass out from a serious lack of oxygen.
A month later and we’re moving in to our new house. Just a mile from my old house so we can still go and get fed when we can’t be bothered to cook for ourselves. Will probably be every meal then, really.
I’m standing watching Ville order the moving guys about with a smile when Davey walks up behind me, staggering under the weight of a box of eight thousand million of Ville’s CD’s.
“So, you made the right choice then?” he asks, just as Ville turns to me and blows me a kiss.
“Yeah. I really did.”