mah first fic!
Woo-hoo! Just finished my first VV/BM fanfic! I hope ya'll loves it cause you know it's mah first. I await your comments, for they are necessary towards my further progression as an author. Thanx! Now onto the same ol' thang . . .
Title: State of Emergency
Rating: PG-13; language
Summary: Bam pours his heart out to make their foolish bickering end.
Disclaimer: (Unfortunately) I do not own anyone or anything mentioned in the story.
Copywrite(s); Jóga © Björk
“You!” Bam shouted as Ville got up on stage and started to play his acoustic melodies. He stood up in anger and confusion and began to tell Bam to get out of his face when he jumped up on stage with him took his guitar. “Sit the fuck down.” and pushed him into a front row seat. That night HIM was giving an exclusive acoustic performance that had the media buzzing all week. But just as it came down to its start the crowd gasped at this sudden display of twisted emotions.
“Bam, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Ville whispered covering the boom stick of one of the camera men (apparently this concert was so huge that they were filming it for DVD release). When he said this Bam had already strapped on the guitar and was hoisting himself up on a stool.
“Just hear me out for once, Ville!” he shouted sticking up his hand to silence him. “You’re always singing your heart out to me but when the time is right music seems to serve for great remorse and enlightenment.” Ville had never heard his lover speak in such tongue, Bam always came off as lacking in the field of an expanded vocabulary.
“Bam-
“VILLE!” Bam shouted once more staring him deep in the eyes in deep angst and pain with the slightest hope for passionate reunion. The crowd was now in total understanding with Bam. “Just listen . . .” And as he struck the first cord he began to pour out his sorrow.
All these accidents,
That happen,
Follow the dot,
Coincidence,
Makes sense,
Only with you,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.
(Earlier that day)
Ville could hear Bam panting in his ear as they ran down the street back to Bam’s place. They were running from the media who’s new favorite topic was their newly established sexuality. Apparently they had been sighted making out in public and were the new hot topic. Ville could not recount the days since he was last so frustrated. He was not ready for the world to know their secret and one careless display of public affection blew their cover. Bam, on the other hand could not be more excited . . . or worried his emotions seemed to swirl into one great cloud of hyperactive confusion that he could not decide between the two. But a grim look of horror struck Bam’s face when he saw Ville turn around as they continued to run, hands each other’s hands gripping on tightly half in fear and half in anger. Ville had displayed his irritation deeply upon his face as a vein began to throb on his forehead, he also gritted his teeth as he heavily breathed in and out like an infuriated bull.
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
Bam slammed the door slammed the door behind them. Ville sprinted up the stairs while Bam barricaded the door. Swiftly he bounded up after Ville and when they reached his room he fell back on the closed door and laughed while catching his breath. He then looked up at the enraged Ville.
“Could you be anymore of a fucking IDIOT!” he screamed at Bam leaning into his face and slamming his fist against the wall. Bam turned all rigid and kept as far up against the wall as possible.
“I’m sorry babe,” he pleaded while smiling still. “But it wasn’t my fault, the paparazzi came-
“Out of nowhere!” Ville finished the sentence for him rolling his eyes in the process. “But you know we’re not supposed to love out in public.” he said in annoyance and backed away from Bam. He turned and walked over to the window. Solemnly he gazed down at the swarming press and pondered for a dew seconds. He didn’t want to have to deal with this shit now, he had a gig in an hour. Just then Bam came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist while resting his chin on his shoulder.
“I can’t help it if you turn me on. Sometimes you just get me so hot . . .” he tried to stick his hands down Ville pants when out of sudden rage he whipped around and punched him hard in the nose. Which caused Bam to stumble over and land harshly on the carpet. He sat up and turned around to look at the now furious Ville. In confused angst he dabbed his nose then watched the drop of blood slide down his finger. Ville huffed and walked over to the door.
“I’m outta here.” he said quietly as he started to open the door.
“Baby wait!” Bam reached out to him from the floor and he froze in the door way. Without turning around he spoke earnestly; “It’s over Bam . . . (a mystified tear dripped off Bam’s cheek), I’m sorry.” and with that he slowly shut the door behind him as Bam scrambled to his feet full out bawling.
All that no-one sees,
You see,
Whats inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.
“Baby wait!” Bam called down the stairs through the chocking tears as Ville was bombarded with press behind the sealed door. With out a good-bye from his once true love he buckled over and full out sobbed. As he rocked back and forth in the fetal position. Once he had calmed down it was time to call in a favor.
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me - confuse,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
(Returning to the present:)
Ville wiped the sorrow from his mind as Bam sang to him. He had no idea what he had done in the recent past. It was all a blur, no inkling of the events whatsoever except for the dancing memory of a true mistake. The pain he had caused his lover was too much for him to handle. Bam only wanted them to be a normal couple like everyone else. And showing off their love to the world was part of that. It wasn’t right for him to treat Bam so. It was time . . . he knew what he had to do.
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
State of, state of,
How beautiful,
Emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be. . .
The small orchestra picked up the end chorus as Bam began to cry once more. Ville stood up instantly and walked up to comfort his fallen angel. He hugged him so tightly he felt all their problems melt away. As the song came to a close the audience rose into a standing ovation as the couple announced their love for each other to the world . . .
Title: State of Emergency
Rating: PG-13; language
Summary: Bam pours his heart out to make their foolish bickering end.
Disclaimer: (Unfortunately) I do not own anyone or anything mentioned in the story.
Copywrite(s); Jóga © Björk
“You!” Bam shouted as Ville got up on stage and started to play his acoustic melodies. He stood up in anger and confusion and began to tell Bam to get out of his face when he jumped up on stage with him took his guitar. “Sit the fuck down.” and pushed him into a front row seat. That night HIM was giving an exclusive acoustic performance that had the media buzzing all week. But just as it came down to its start the crowd gasped at this sudden display of twisted emotions.
“Bam, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Ville whispered covering the boom stick of one of the camera men (apparently this concert was so huge that they were filming it for DVD release). When he said this Bam had already strapped on the guitar and was hoisting himself up on a stool.
“Just hear me out for once, Ville!” he shouted sticking up his hand to silence him. “You’re always singing your heart out to me but when the time is right music seems to serve for great remorse and enlightenment.” Ville had never heard his lover speak in such tongue, Bam always came off as lacking in the field of an expanded vocabulary.
“Bam-
“VILLE!” Bam shouted once more staring him deep in the eyes in deep angst and pain with the slightest hope for passionate reunion. The crowd was now in total understanding with Bam. “Just listen . . .” And as he struck the first cord he began to pour out his sorrow.
All these accidents,
That happen,
Follow the dot,
Coincidence,
Makes sense,
Only with you,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.
(Earlier that day)
Ville could hear Bam panting in his ear as they ran down the street back to Bam’s place. They were running from the media who’s new favorite topic was their newly established sexuality. Apparently they had been sighted making out in public and were the new hot topic. Ville could not recount the days since he was last so frustrated. He was not ready for the world to know their secret and one careless display of public affection blew their cover. Bam, on the other hand could not be more excited . . . or worried his emotions seemed to swirl into one great cloud of hyperactive confusion that he could not decide between the two. But a grim look of horror struck Bam’s face when he saw Ville turn around as they continued to run, hands each other’s hands gripping on tightly half in fear and half in anger. Ville had displayed his irritation deeply upon his face as a vein began to throb on his forehead, he also gritted his teeth as he heavily breathed in and out like an infuriated bull.
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
Bam slammed the door slammed the door behind them. Ville sprinted up the stairs while Bam barricaded the door. Swiftly he bounded up after Ville and when they reached his room he fell back on the closed door and laughed while catching his breath. He then looked up at the enraged Ville.
“Could you be anymore of a fucking IDIOT!” he screamed at Bam leaning into his face and slamming his fist against the wall. Bam turned all rigid and kept as far up against the wall as possible.
“I’m sorry babe,” he pleaded while smiling still. “But it wasn’t my fault, the paparazzi came-
“Out of nowhere!” Ville finished the sentence for him rolling his eyes in the process. “But you know we’re not supposed to love out in public.” he said in annoyance and backed away from Bam. He turned and walked over to the window. Solemnly he gazed down at the swarming press and pondered for a dew seconds. He didn’t want to have to deal with this shit now, he had a gig in an hour. Just then Bam came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist while resting his chin on his shoulder.
“I can’t help it if you turn me on. Sometimes you just get me so hot . . .” he tried to stick his hands down Ville pants when out of sudden rage he whipped around and punched him hard in the nose. Which caused Bam to stumble over and land harshly on the carpet. He sat up and turned around to look at the now furious Ville. In confused angst he dabbed his nose then watched the drop of blood slide down his finger. Ville huffed and walked over to the door.
“I’m outta here.” he said quietly as he started to open the door.
“Baby wait!” Bam reached out to him from the floor and he froze in the door way. Without turning around he spoke earnestly; “It’s over Bam . . . (a mystified tear dripped off Bam’s cheek), I’m sorry.” and with that he slowly shut the door behind him as Bam scrambled to his feet full out bawling.
All that no-one sees,
You see,
Whats inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.
“Baby wait!” Bam called down the stairs through the chocking tears as Ville was bombarded with press behind the sealed door. With out a good-bye from his once true love he buckled over and full out sobbed. As he rocked back and forth in the fetal position. Once he had calmed down it was time to call in a favor.
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me - confuse,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
(Returning to the present:)
Ville wiped the sorrow from his mind as Bam sang to him. He had no idea what he had done in the recent past. It was all a blur, no inkling of the events whatsoever except for the dancing memory of a true mistake. The pain he had caused his lover was too much for him to handle. Bam only wanted them to be a normal couple like everyone else. And showing off their love to the world was part of that. It wasn’t right for him to treat Bam so. It was time . . . he knew what he had to do.
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
State of, state of,
How beautiful,
Emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.
State of emergency,
How beautiful to be. . .
The small orchestra picked up the end chorus as Bam began to cry once more. Ville stood up instantly and walked up to comfort his fallen angel. He hugged him so tightly he felt all their problems melt away. As the song came to a close the audience rose into a standing ovation as the couple announced their love for each other to the world . . .