Dream Weavers: Chapter 2
Hey peeps what up? Well seeing as how you all liked my first chapter, here's the next. 'Nuff said. lol
Title: Dream Weavers
Author: (look under my icon)
Rating: Eh, I'll let you decide
Summery: I don't like to give away too much info...
Pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: Like many said before me, I own nothing as well...
Previous Chatpers:
Chapter 1
Thunder crackled menacingly outside of Castle Bam as lightning flashed brilliantly in the distance, the large branches of negative energy streaking through the obsidian clouds. Bam Margera sat staring out of his bedroom window at the natural light show as it continued, a half-full bottle of Jones beer resting in his hands.
'How could she do this to me?' he asked himself as he drank another swig from the obscure bottle. 'I thought I made her happy....'
Bam stared out at the solumn forest as the branches of some of the more massive trees bobbed and wove back, forth and side to side as the mighty wind tested its elasticity. A few of the branches had previously been snapped off, but those where the weak or dying ones that usually gave into the torment. Bam soon found it ironic. The fact that such a strong and merciless storm would arise the day of his "break-up" with his long time girlfriend, not to mention fiancee, of two, almost three years. His mind and heart like the ever so fragile branches of the mighty trees that teetered on the edge of insanity and their ultimate demise at the hands of the unforgiving wind. He sighed before downing a whole third of the bottle. The bronze liquid emitted a burning sensation as it cascaded down Bam's esophagus, momentarily numbing the pain in his heart. Once the last of the alcoholic drink was consumed he allowed the bottle to slip from his fingers and cascade to the floor, a soft clattering sound following afterwards. Staring at the bottle for a few seconds, his attention then rested on one of the ace bandages that adorned his body.
~*Flashback*~
"Where's my board?" Bam asked desperately as Brandon DiCamillo and Ryan Dunn hurried their delusional friend back into the house.
"Don't worry buddy, I've got it," Raab commented holding the board securely next to his right side.
"Give it to me," he said bowing his head.
"No way man," Raab said as he shook his head. "You're hurt enough for one day."
"I said give it to me!" Bam screamed as he broke free of Brandon's and Ryan's grip, throwing himself at Raab.
Ryan quickly turned on his heels and grabbed onto Bam's belt, stopping his momentum just in time to stop him from purposefully harming his friend. Bam's momentum however carried him straight onto the wet pavement of his snakerun driveway. Desperately, he clawed at the pavement, valiantly trying to break Ryan's grip on him.
"Let go of me!" he screamed.
Blood started to spring forth from his now scarred fingers as he continued to claw at the pavement, the hard substance literally tearing the skin from the pads of his fingers.
"Brandon, hold him!" Ryan shouted as he used all of his body weight to pin Bam to the driveway. "Secure his arms!"
Brandon followed orders and captured each of Bam's wrists with both of his hands, securing them tightly on the pavement. Unwilling to be overpowered, Bam screamed in pure rage as he sharply contracted his body muscles to break free, tears continuously falling from his eyes.
"Raab, take the board inside!" Ryan commanded. "Brandon and I can handle this! Just take his anger fixation away for now."
Raab nodded and quickly sprinted up the driveway and into the house. Bam watched in a panic as Raab carried his skateboard away and out of sight.
"No!" Bam cried out. "Get back here! Get the fuck off of me!"
"Come on Bam, calm down!" Ryan shouted over the pounding rain. "Come on buddy. Don't do this to yourself!"
Bam screamed in pure rage and fury as he tried once again to break Ryan's and Brandon's grip on him. His rage soon dissolved into fits of sobbing, his cries of defeat and heartbreak overwhelming him. Ryan and Brandon glanced at each other before Ryan nodded and lifted his left arm off of Bam's back, no doubt a huge bruise would take its place later on. Brandon then cautiously released Bam's wrists, large, white rings taking residence where they had previously been. Bam remained where he lay, sobbing violently as he buried his head in his arms.
"Come on buddy," Ryan said as he knelt to pick Bam up off of the pavement. "Let's get you cleaned up and dried off."
"Ryan...." Bam choked out as he felt his body leave the pavement, new cuts and scrapes adorning his bare chest.
"I'm here for you buddy," Ryan said as he slung Bam's left arm around his shoulders, Brandon slinging his other arm around his own shoulders.
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"Raab, could you hand me that please?" Ryan asked pointing to a dark brown bottle.
"Here you go," Raab said handing him the bottle.
Ryan took the bottle and unscrewed the cap, placing it on the bed next to him. He then retreived a cotton ball from the open bag on the nightstand and covered the opening with it. He then quickly inverted the bottle and then reverted it, the medicine contained within dampening the outer side of the cotton ball. Carefully, he placed the bottle down on the nightstand and gently placed it on one of the many cuts on his friend that needed to be cleaned and disinfected. Bam hissed and tightly clenched his fists and teeth.
"Sorry," Ryan apologized as he finished cleaning the massive cut.
"It's okay," Bam rasped swallowing.
An hour or so later, Ryan finished bandaging and wrapping all of Bam's wounds. He sighed and wiped the beads of sweat that had accumulated while he was working.
"There you go, good as new," Ryan commented as he cleaned up the medical items and ordered them in the small first aid kit that was residing on Bam's desk.
"Well, I wouldn't say I was as good as new, but I can live with it," Bam said, his voice still raspy.
"Do you need anything at the moment?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah, a drink would be nice."
~*End Flashback*~
"Where would I be without friends like them?" Bam asked himself as he laid back across his bed.
The fan in his room rotated in a clockwise manner on a low setting, slowly circulating the air around his room. He then glanced at his desk, which was actually very neat and organized for a skater. The soft glow from the lamp on top of the desk cast a shadow on the small picture frame that contained a photograph of him and one of his dearest friends, a Finnish singer by the name of Ville Valo. Bam smiled as he stood up and walked over to his desk. Retreiving the photo, he noticed that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the frame's glass surface. Without thinking, he lightly blew the dust away from the glass and examined the picture. The two friends were both smiling and holding up the bottles of beer they were currently consuming while this photo was taken. He then noticed that his beanie that night was on crooked, which stuck him as amazing seeing as how he never really noticed until a year or so later. His gaze then fell on Ville. It never ceased to amaze him how much beer that man could consume and still remain sober. Heck he could win a drinking contest against a German and an Irishman all at the same time.
He laughed at the thought, but then realized how seriously, his friend was damaging his body internally. Whenever he would take a break from filming a music video or something else, Bam would always notice that Ville would light up another cigarette after each break was called. He really should tell Ville the importance of quitting smoking and watching how much beer he consumes because he would hate to have to lose another very dear person in his life. Bam sat down on the edge of his bed and continued to examine the picture, or mainly his friend. Ever since he had first met Ville, he'd known that he had very beautiful, light green eyes, but it seemed to him that now was the first time he had ever really felt mesmerized by them.
"Bam!" his mother's voice resounded throughout the hallway, causing him to jump.
"What?" Bam shouted back, placing the picture back on his desk.
"Phone's for you!"
Bam groaned in annoyance as he emerged from his room and down the stairs into his Pirate Bar. The sounds of the washing machine filtered in through the back as Bam caught sight of the solitary phone receiver lying on the small island next to the sink. Sighing heavily he picked up the receiver and held it up to his ear.
"Yeah?" Bam answered sullenly.
"Little Bam Bam," a heavily accented voice greeted him. "What's wrong?"
"Ville?" Bam asked, practically jumping.
"Is something wrong?" Ville asked genuitly concerned.
"No, I'm just suprised to hear your voice again," Bam said, mentally slapping himself for such a ditzy response.
"Well, it's been practically a whole year," Ville said matter-a-factly. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep in touch. This tour has really kept the whole band busy."
"Don't worry about it," Bam said rubbing the back of his neck. "So how can I help you?"
"Well, since the tour over here in England is practically finished, the band has a few months off for vacation," Ville explained.
"Okay," Bam said nodding.
"Linde is spending the time off at his mother's place. Having lost his father recently, she needs all the support and help she can get," Ville said. "Mige is planning to take a trip to Australia for his time off, and Burton and Gas are thinking about traveling to Canada."
"Which then leaves you," Bam finished. "Where are you planning to go?"
"Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to stay at your place for my vacation."
Bam practically dropped the phone in his moment of shock. However he quickly caught himself.
"Sure okay," he answered. "When are you planning to fly in?"
"Tomorrow at the latest," he answered. "I'm in the airport right now, I just wanted to let you know before just showing up on your doorstep and not giving you a proper explanation beforehand."
"'Flight 354 from London to New York is now boarding,'" Bam heard over the phone.
"Well, I've got to go Bam Bam," Ville said. "That's my flight."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then," Bam said before hanging up.
"So who was that?" April Margera asked as she proceeded to fold the clean laundry.
"That was Ville Valo from the band H.I.M," Bam informed her. "He said that their tour in England is now over and they're getting a few months of personal vacation time."
"Well that's nice," April said folding one of Bam's many Element shirts.
"And he's staying here."
"Is the whole band coming or just him?"
"Just Ville," Bam said. "The other memebers all had their own vacation plans, so momentarily, the band is going their seperate ways until the record company informs them of their next tour."
"Well, I hope you can find him a spare room, because Jess's band CKY is still on their holiday as well."
"Well if worse comes to worse, Ville and I can share my room," Bam said throwing up his arms. "I'll sleep on the floor and he can have my bed."
"Whatever."
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That night, Bam tossed and turned on his bed, unable to find peace for his weary mind. Dispite his previous cheerful mood on the phone with Ville and with his mother, Bam's mind still buzzed with restless emotions. He just hoped that the rain would stop and the sky would clear up for Ville's arrival the next day. Finding sleep useless, he alighted from his now messy and ruffled bed and left for the bathroom. He squinted upon turning on the light for the bathroom, having to shield his eyes until they adjusted to the change in light. He sighed as he lifted the toilet seat and unzipped his pants. As he urinated, he glanced up at the ceiling and around the walls at the dark tiles. The fact that it was 2:30 in the morning didn't help his nerves either. He always found waiting for the arrival of friends was harder than having to master a new trick. Upon finishing his business, he rezipped his pants and flushed the toilet, turning the hot and cold knobs on the faucet all the way on. As he listened to the water noisily cascade into the sink, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He made a mental note to shave seeing as how he was now sporting the "scruffy" look which in some cases he dispised. So finding no better time than now, he opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed his razor and a bottle of shaving cream. Squirting some of the white foam onto his hand, he then smeared it on his face in the desired places he wished to rid himself of unnecessary facial hair. The whole process took about half an hour, and after he finished, he wiped the rest of the cream off of his face with a towel and admired his handiwork.
"I wonder what time it is," he said to himself as he switched off the bathroom light and traveled back to his room.
The clock on his nightstand read 3:45 a.m. He sighed as he stretched out on his bed, his two cats lightly purring by the foot of his bed. He smiled and scratched Mischief behind his ears. He was about to drift off himself when his cell phone started to ring. He furrowed his brow as he stood and walked over to his desk. Taking the charger chord out of its socket, Bam flipped open his phone and pressed the 'Send' button.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Little Bam Bam," Ville's tired voice greeted him.
"Hey Ville," Bam greeted happily. "What's up?"
"My plane arrived early," he said. "And I'm taking a bus to Philadelphia International Airport. Would it be possible for you to meet me there?"
"Sure, where are you now?" Bam asked as he opened his closet and started to root through it for a set of clean clothes.
There was a brief pause as Ville checked to see any road signs or markings to identify his location.
"The bus is just entered into Pennsylvania, but I couldn't see what road we are on," Ville informed.
"Alright, I'll be there waiting for you," Bam said as he hung up.
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Bam yawned as he waited inside the terminal for his friend from Finland to arrive. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time was 5:40 in the morning. Thankful for him, most of the people in the terminal paid little attention to Bam, probably because not many people there watch MTV too often. He rocked back and forth on his feet to pass the time until he noticed a huge Grayhound bus pull into the drop-off/pick-up area of Gate 34. He proceeded to walk over to the doors as the bus began to unload. Ville was the 5th person to alight from the bus, a small suitcase in his left hand while his coat was drapped over his right. Bam smiled as Ville approached him.
"Greetings little Bam Bam," Ville said smiling. "It's good to see you again."
"Same here Ville," Bam said smiling.
Ville had barely enough time to place his suitcase down by his feet before Bam's arms flung around his torso. Caught by suprise, Ville blinked a few times before smiling and returning the embrace.
"It's been far too long Ville," Bam said, his voice a mere whisper.
"Well, we can become better aquainted back at your place Bam Bam," Ville said breaking the embrace.
"Yeah," Bam said as he picked up Ville's suitcase. "Let's go then. My Hummer's right out front.
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The long ride back from Philadelphia International Airport to West Chester was mostly spent in silence. Bam could have only guessed by how quickly Ville fell asleep in the passenger's seat, that there were restless kids on the plane that loved to bother everyone. When Bam pulled up into a gas station to refuel, he felt guilty about having to wake Ville, so he decided to wait until he was finished refueling to ask him if he needed or wanted anything. He leaned against the side of his Hummer as the beast refueled. A random H.I.M song popped into his head and he started to hum the melody and softly sing the lyrics as he glanced at the rush of headlights and breaklights speed by on the highway. A few minutes later, the pump clicked, momentarily jarring Bam out of his thoughts. He rounded the price off to an even setting and removed the nozzle from his Hummer's fuel intake valve. He then replaced the nozzle back onto the pump station and tightly screwed the gas cap over the intake valve and closed the small cover. Sighing he took the reciept that printed and opened the driver's side door, quickly slipping into the seat. Turning on the reading light on his rear-view mirror, he grabbed a pen and wrote down his mileage before stuffing the reciept into a compartment in the armrest and resetting the mileage counter. Starting up the Hummer, he drove around to the side of the building and parked. He then shut off the engine and glanced over at Ville whom was still peacefully slumbering.
"Hey Ville," Bam whispered, gently shaking his arm.
Ville softly moaned before rubbing his eyes. He then glanced over at Bam.
"What Bammie?" Ville asked.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"No I'm fine," he said before returning to where he was before Bam disturbed him.
"Alright, I'll be right back."
Bam drummed his fingers on the surface of the check-out counter as he waited for the person ahead of him to hurry up. He glanced at the person as they left before sliding his order before the cashier.
"Good morning sir," the cashier said.
"Morning," Bam responded. "Could I have a pack of Marlboros please."
"Sure," the cashier responded as she turned and unlocked the drug cabinet.
She retreived a pack and after closing and locking the case, she scanned the item and pressed a few buttons on the cash register before reading him his total. Bam retreived a ten dollar bill from his red duct tape wallet and told the cashier to just keep the change.
"Thank you sir and have a good day," she said cheerfully.
"Thanks you too," Bam responded as he pocketed the cigarettes and grabbed his coffee.
Bam sipped at his coffee as he walked out to his Hummer. He unlocked the driver's side door and slipped into the seat, closing the door afterwards. He then placed his coffee into a cup holder and glanced over only to find the passenger's side seat empty.
'Shit, where'd Ville go?' Bam asked himself as he turned to glance behind him towards the back seats.
He was about to get out and look in the bathrooms until he noticed Ville turn on his side in the very back seat. Bam sighed in relief before sliding the keys into the ignition and turning on the engine.
Well there you go. I hope you like.
Title: Dream Weavers
Author: (look under my icon)
Rating: Eh, I'll let you decide
Summery: I don't like to give away too much info...
Pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: Like many said before me, I own nothing as well...
Previous Chatpers:
Chapter 1
Thunder crackled menacingly outside of Castle Bam as lightning flashed brilliantly in the distance, the large branches of negative energy streaking through the obsidian clouds. Bam Margera sat staring out of his bedroom window at the natural light show as it continued, a half-full bottle of Jones beer resting in his hands.
'How could she do this to me?' he asked himself as he drank another swig from the obscure bottle. 'I thought I made her happy....'
Bam stared out at the solumn forest as the branches of some of the more massive trees bobbed and wove back, forth and side to side as the mighty wind tested its elasticity. A few of the branches had previously been snapped off, but those where the weak or dying ones that usually gave into the torment. Bam soon found it ironic. The fact that such a strong and merciless storm would arise the day of his "break-up" with his long time girlfriend, not to mention fiancee, of two, almost three years. His mind and heart like the ever so fragile branches of the mighty trees that teetered on the edge of insanity and their ultimate demise at the hands of the unforgiving wind. He sighed before downing a whole third of the bottle. The bronze liquid emitted a burning sensation as it cascaded down Bam's esophagus, momentarily numbing the pain in his heart. Once the last of the alcoholic drink was consumed he allowed the bottle to slip from his fingers and cascade to the floor, a soft clattering sound following afterwards. Staring at the bottle for a few seconds, his attention then rested on one of the ace bandages that adorned his body.
~*Flashback*~
"Where's my board?" Bam asked desperately as Brandon DiCamillo and Ryan Dunn hurried their delusional friend back into the house.
"Don't worry buddy, I've got it," Raab commented holding the board securely next to his right side.
"Give it to me," he said bowing his head.
"No way man," Raab said as he shook his head. "You're hurt enough for one day."
"I said give it to me!" Bam screamed as he broke free of Brandon's and Ryan's grip, throwing himself at Raab.
Ryan quickly turned on his heels and grabbed onto Bam's belt, stopping his momentum just in time to stop him from purposefully harming his friend. Bam's momentum however carried him straight onto the wet pavement of his snakerun driveway. Desperately, he clawed at the pavement, valiantly trying to break Ryan's grip on him.
"Let go of me!" he screamed.
Blood started to spring forth from his now scarred fingers as he continued to claw at the pavement, the hard substance literally tearing the skin from the pads of his fingers.
"Brandon, hold him!" Ryan shouted as he used all of his body weight to pin Bam to the driveway. "Secure his arms!"
Brandon followed orders and captured each of Bam's wrists with both of his hands, securing them tightly on the pavement. Unwilling to be overpowered, Bam screamed in pure rage as he sharply contracted his body muscles to break free, tears continuously falling from his eyes.
"Raab, take the board inside!" Ryan commanded. "Brandon and I can handle this! Just take his anger fixation away for now."
Raab nodded and quickly sprinted up the driveway and into the house. Bam watched in a panic as Raab carried his skateboard away and out of sight.
"No!" Bam cried out. "Get back here! Get the fuck off of me!"
"Come on Bam, calm down!" Ryan shouted over the pounding rain. "Come on buddy. Don't do this to yourself!"
Bam screamed in pure rage and fury as he tried once again to break Ryan's and Brandon's grip on him. His rage soon dissolved into fits of sobbing, his cries of defeat and heartbreak overwhelming him. Ryan and Brandon glanced at each other before Ryan nodded and lifted his left arm off of Bam's back, no doubt a huge bruise would take its place later on. Brandon then cautiously released Bam's wrists, large, white rings taking residence where they had previously been. Bam remained where he lay, sobbing violently as he buried his head in his arms.
"Come on buddy," Ryan said as he knelt to pick Bam up off of the pavement. "Let's get you cleaned up and dried off."
"Ryan...." Bam choked out as he felt his body leave the pavement, new cuts and scrapes adorning his bare chest.
"I'm here for you buddy," Ryan said as he slung Bam's left arm around his shoulders, Brandon slinging his other arm around his own shoulders.
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"Raab, could you hand me that please?" Ryan asked pointing to a dark brown bottle.
"Here you go," Raab said handing him the bottle.
Ryan took the bottle and unscrewed the cap, placing it on the bed next to him. He then retreived a cotton ball from the open bag on the nightstand and covered the opening with it. He then quickly inverted the bottle and then reverted it, the medicine contained within dampening the outer side of the cotton ball. Carefully, he placed the bottle down on the nightstand and gently placed it on one of the many cuts on his friend that needed to be cleaned and disinfected. Bam hissed and tightly clenched his fists and teeth.
"Sorry," Ryan apologized as he finished cleaning the massive cut.
"It's okay," Bam rasped swallowing.
An hour or so later, Ryan finished bandaging and wrapping all of Bam's wounds. He sighed and wiped the beads of sweat that had accumulated while he was working.
"There you go, good as new," Ryan commented as he cleaned up the medical items and ordered them in the small first aid kit that was residing on Bam's desk.
"Well, I wouldn't say I was as good as new, but I can live with it," Bam said, his voice still raspy.
"Do you need anything at the moment?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah, a drink would be nice."
~*End Flashback*~
"Where would I be without friends like them?" Bam asked himself as he laid back across his bed.
The fan in his room rotated in a clockwise manner on a low setting, slowly circulating the air around his room. He then glanced at his desk, which was actually very neat and organized for a skater. The soft glow from the lamp on top of the desk cast a shadow on the small picture frame that contained a photograph of him and one of his dearest friends, a Finnish singer by the name of Ville Valo. Bam smiled as he stood up and walked over to his desk. Retreiving the photo, he noticed that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the frame's glass surface. Without thinking, he lightly blew the dust away from the glass and examined the picture. The two friends were both smiling and holding up the bottles of beer they were currently consuming while this photo was taken. He then noticed that his beanie that night was on crooked, which stuck him as amazing seeing as how he never really noticed until a year or so later. His gaze then fell on Ville. It never ceased to amaze him how much beer that man could consume and still remain sober. Heck he could win a drinking contest against a German and an Irishman all at the same time.
He laughed at the thought, but then realized how seriously, his friend was damaging his body internally. Whenever he would take a break from filming a music video or something else, Bam would always notice that Ville would light up another cigarette after each break was called. He really should tell Ville the importance of quitting smoking and watching how much beer he consumes because he would hate to have to lose another very dear person in his life. Bam sat down on the edge of his bed and continued to examine the picture, or mainly his friend. Ever since he had first met Ville, he'd known that he had very beautiful, light green eyes, but it seemed to him that now was the first time he had ever really felt mesmerized by them.
"Bam!" his mother's voice resounded throughout the hallway, causing him to jump.
"What?" Bam shouted back, placing the picture back on his desk.
"Phone's for you!"
Bam groaned in annoyance as he emerged from his room and down the stairs into his Pirate Bar. The sounds of the washing machine filtered in through the back as Bam caught sight of the solitary phone receiver lying on the small island next to the sink. Sighing heavily he picked up the receiver and held it up to his ear.
"Yeah?" Bam answered sullenly.
"Little Bam Bam," a heavily accented voice greeted him. "What's wrong?"
"Ville?" Bam asked, practically jumping.
"Is something wrong?" Ville asked genuitly concerned.
"No, I'm just suprised to hear your voice again," Bam said, mentally slapping himself for such a ditzy response.
"Well, it's been practically a whole year," Ville said matter-a-factly. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep in touch. This tour has really kept the whole band busy."
"Don't worry about it," Bam said rubbing the back of his neck. "So how can I help you?"
"Well, since the tour over here in England is practically finished, the band has a few months off for vacation," Ville explained.
"Okay," Bam said nodding.
"Linde is spending the time off at his mother's place. Having lost his father recently, she needs all the support and help she can get," Ville said. "Mige is planning to take a trip to Australia for his time off, and Burton and Gas are thinking about traveling to Canada."
"Which then leaves you," Bam finished. "Where are you planning to go?"
"Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to stay at your place for my vacation."
Bam practically dropped the phone in his moment of shock. However he quickly caught himself.
"Sure okay," he answered. "When are you planning to fly in?"
"Tomorrow at the latest," he answered. "I'm in the airport right now, I just wanted to let you know before just showing up on your doorstep and not giving you a proper explanation beforehand."
"'Flight 354 from London to New York is now boarding,'" Bam heard over the phone.
"Well, I've got to go Bam Bam," Ville said. "That's my flight."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then," Bam said before hanging up.
"So who was that?" April Margera asked as she proceeded to fold the clean laundry.
"That was Ville Valo from the band H.I.M," Bam informed her. "He said that their tour in England is now over and they're getting a few months of personal vacation time."
"Well that's nice," April said folding one of Bam's many Element shirts.
"And he's staying here."
"Is the whole band coming or just him?"
"Just Ville," Bam said. "The other memebers all had their own vacation plans, so momentarily, the band is going their seperate ways until the record company informs them of their next tour."
"Well, I hope you can find him a spare room, because Jess's band CKY is still on their holiday as well."
"Well if worse comes to worse, Ville and I can share my room," Bam said throwing up his arms. "I'll sleep on the floor and he can have my bed."
"Whatever."
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That night, Bam tossed and turned on his bed, unable to find peace for his weary mind. Dispite his previous cheerful mood on the phone with Ville and with his mother, Bam's mind still buzzed with restless emotions. He just hoped that the rain would stop and the sky would clear up for Ville's arrival the next day. Finding sleep useless, he alighted from his now messy and ruffled bed and left for the bathroom. He squinted upon turning on the light for the bathroom, having to shield his eyes until they adjusted to the change in light. He sighed as he lifted the toilet seat and unzipped his pants. As he urinated, he glanced up at the ceiling and around the walls at the dark tiles. The fact that it was 2:30 in the morning didn't help his nerves either. He always found waiting for the arrival of friends was harder than having to master a new trick. Upon finishing his business, he rezipped his pants and flushed the toilet, turning the hot and cold knobs on the faucet all the way on. As he listened to the water noisily cascade into the sink, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He made a mental note to shave seeing as how he was now sporting the "scruffy" look which in some cases he dispised. So finding no better time than now, he opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed his razor and a bottle of shaving cream. Squirting some of the white foam onto his hand, he then smeared it on his face in the desired places he wished to rid himself of unnecessary facial hair. The whole process took about half an hour, and after he finished, he wiped the rest of the cream off of his face with a towel and admired his handiwork.
"I wonder what time it is," he said to himself as he switched off the bathroom light and traveled back to his room.
The clock on his nightstand read 3:45 a.m. He sighed as he stretched out on his bed, his two cats lightly purring by the foot of his bed. He smiled and scratched Mischief behind his ears. He was about to drift off himself when his cell phone started to ring. He furrowed his brow as he stood and walked over to his desk. Taking the charger chord out of its socket, Bam flipped open his phone and pressed the 'Send' button.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Little Bam Bam," Ville's tired voice greeted him.
"Hey Ville," Bam greeted happily. "What's up?"
"My plane arrived early," he said. "And I'm taking a bus to Philadelphia International Airport. Would it be possible for you to meet me there?"
"Sure, where are you now?" Bam asked as he opened his closet and started to root through it for a set of clean clothes.
There was a brief pause as Ville checked to see any road signs or markings to identify his location.
"The bus is just entered into Pennsylvania, but I couldn't see what road we are on," Ville informed.
"Alright, I'll be there waiting for you," Bam said as he hung up.
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Bam yawned as he waited inside the terminal for his friend from Finland to arrive. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time was 5:40 in the morning. Thankful for him, most of the people in the terminal paid little attention to Bam, probably because not many people there watch MTV too often. He rocked back and forth on his feet to pass the time until he noticed a huge Grayhound bus pull into the drop-off/pick-up area of Gate 34. He proceeded to walk over to the doors as the bus began to unload. Ville was the 5th person to alight from the bus, a small suitcase in his left hand while his coat was drapped over his right. Bam smiled as Ville approached him.
"Greetings little Bam Bam," Ville said smiling. "It's good to see you again."
"Same here Ville," Bam said smiling.
Ville had barely enough time to place his suitcase down by his feet before Bam's arms flung around his torso. Caught by suprise, Ville blinked a few times before smiling and returning the embrace.
"It's been far too long Ville," Bam said, his voice a mere whisper.
"Well, we can become better aquainted back at your place Bam Bam," Ville said breaking the embrace.
"Yeah," Bam said as he picked up Ville's suitcase. "Let's go then. My Hummer's right out front.
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The long ride back from Philadelphia International Airport to West Chester was mostly spent in silence. Bam could have only guessed by how quickly Ville fell asleep in the passenger's seat, that there were restless kids on the plane that loved to bother everyone. When Bam pulled up into a gas station to refuel, he felt guilty about having to wake Ville, so he decided to wait until he was finished refueling to ask him if he needed or wanted anything. He leaned against the side of his Hummer as the beast refueled. A random H.I.M song popped into his head and he started to hum the melody and softly sing the lyrics as he glanced at the rush of headlights and breaklights speed by on the highway. A few minutes later, the pump clicked, momentarily jarring Bam out of his thoughts. He rounded the price off to an even setting and removed the nozzle from his Hummer's fuel intake valve. He then replaced the nozzle back onto the pump station and tightly screwed the gas cap over the intake valve and closed the small cover. Sighing he took the reciept that printed and opened the driver's side door, quickly slipping into the seat. Turning on the reading light on his rear-view mirror, he grabbed a pen and wrote down his mileage before stuffing the reciept into a compartment in the armrest and resetting the mileage counter. Starting up the Hummer, he drove around to the side of the building and parked. He then shut off the engine and glanced over at Ville whom was still peacefully slumbering.
"Hey Ville," Bam whispered, gently shaking his arm.
Ville softly moaned before rubbing his eyes. He then glanced over at Bam.
"What Bammie?" Ville asked.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"No I'm fine," he said before returning to where he was before Bam disturbed him.
"Alright, I'll be right back."
Bam drummed his fingers on the surface of the check-out counter as he waited for the person ahead of him to hurry up. He glanced at the person as they left before sliding his order before the cashier.
"Good morning sir," the cashier said.
"Morning," Bam responded. "Could I have a pack of Marlboros please."
"Sure," the cashier responded as she turned and unlocked the drug cabinet.
She retreived a pack and after closing and locking the case, she scanned the item and pressed a few buttons on the cash register before reading him his total. Bam retreived a ten dollar bill from his red duct tape wallet and told the cashier to just keep the change.
"Thank you sir and have a good day," she said cheerfully.
"Thanks you too," Bam responded as he pocketed the cigarettes and grabbed his coffee.
Bam sipped at his coffee as he walked out to his Hummer. He unlocked the driver's side door and slipped into the seat, closing the door afterwards. He then placed his coffee into a cup holder and glanced over only to find the passenger's side seat empty.
'Shit, where'd Ville go?' Bam asked himself as he turned to glance behind him towards the back seats.
He was about to get out and look in the bathrooms until he noticed Ville turn on his side in the very back seat. Bam sighed in relief before sliding the keys into the ignition and turning on the engine.
Well there you go. I hope you like.