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Title: Blister in the sun. part one.
Rating: pg13 for dropping of the f-bomb
Summary: Take two parts I-love-him-but-he'll-never-love-me-angst ridden boys, add one part slashy fangirl ghost, add one part cheesy love song sung at a HIM concert and mix on high until either stupid or funny.
disc-lamer: pfft, yeah right. if this happened then it would be all over the papers and it's not.
dedicated to: nailsnoir777 who's chapter 8 of going to marry me partially inspirated this.
Bam was surfing e-bay for more HIM stuff when he first met her.
"Y'know, it's pretty damn obvious that you want to get into his pants, at the very least."
Bam jumped and jerked around to see a girl lying on his bed with her head hanging off the edge so that she was looking at him upside down.
"Who..? How..? What the fuck are you doing in my room?" he yelled.
"Well, to answer them in order, I'm Leah, I got in here the same way dust motes get through glass and I'm in your room because I feel like making your life hell until you get over yourself and get together with Ville. 'Cause you two are just so cute together." She said the last line in the kind of fangirlish squeal that Bam had come to know, fear and despise.
"Wha...?" He said.
After a moment he got up, went over to the bed and attempted to pull her up by the arm. He was thwarted in this attempt by the fact that his hand failed to grasp said arm and passed right through it instead.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GHOST!" He shrieked, before fainting.
"Well, that was a waste." She said before grinning wickedly and disappearing.
The first time Ville met Leah, he had just gotten back from a beer run and had decided to take a bath. Going through his room to the master bathroom, he noticed a rather strange girl on his bed reading what he was almost certain was his diary. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys and counted them. House key, Castle Bam key, safe key, church key (A/N: *giggles* get it?) and diary key. Therefore she couldn't be reading his diary, especially since he had a deep suspicion she was American and his diary was, naturally, written in Finnish.
"Y'know, I was never one for those romance books they sell by the pound back home, but if they made your diary into a published book I'd buy it in a heartbeat. This is some pretty hot stuff you got floating around in your head."
Ville just stared at her in shock for a moment before snatching away the book, only to realize that yes it was his diary and yes she was American. So how had she read it? 'She must be lying' he thought.
"I especially liked the part where you had Bam tied up and you were alternately painting him with a feather and hitting him with a small cat'o'ninetails. And it was Edible paint too. Yummy thoughts, darling." she said, pronouncing darling so that it sounded like "Daah-ling". Leah grinned as Ville slowly changed from pale to red then totally blanched as the realization that she, somehow, really had read his diary.
"H-how....?" he stuttered.
"Darling, to the dead, all languages are the same. Oh and my name is Leah. Bammie's waking up again so i must say ta ta for now. TA TA!" she said waving and disappearing.
Ville Sat down hard on the edge of his bed, then slid slowly to the floor. "Must cut down on the alcohol. Or else have more." Having more seemed to be the better idea so he reached over to where he had dropped his beer when he had first spotted Leah, grabbed one, opened it and drained it. Then he had another.
Rating: pg13 for dropping of the f-bomb
Summary: Take two parts I-love-him-but-he'll-never-love-me-angst ridden boys, add one part slashy fangirl ghost, add one part cheesy love song sung at a HIM concert and mix on high until either stupid or funny.
disc-lamer: pfft, yeah right. if this happened then it would be all over the papers and it's not.
dedicated to: nailsnoir777 who's chapter 8 of going to marry me partially inspirated this.
Bam was surfing e-bay for more HIM stuff when he first met her.
"Y'know, it's pretty damn obvious that you want to get into his pants, at the very least."
Bam jumped and jerked around to see a girl lying on his bed with her head hanging off the edge so that she was looking at him upside down.
"Who..? How..? What the fuck are you doing in my room?" he yelled.
"Well, to answer them in order, I'm Leah, I got in here the same way dust motes get through glass and I'm in your room because I feel like making your life hell until you get over yourself and get together with Ville. 'Cause you two are just so cute together." She said the last line in the kind of fangirlish squeal that Bam had come to know, fear and despise.
"Wha...?" He said.
After a moment he got up, went over to the bed and attempted to pull her up by the arm. He was thwarted in this attempt by the fact that his hand failed to grasp said arm and passed right through it instead.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GHOST!" He shrieked, before fainting.
"Well, that was a waste." She said before grinning wickedly and disappearing.
The first time Ville met Leah, he had just gotten back from a beer run and had decided to take a bath. Going through his room to the master bathroom, he noticed a rather strange girl on his bed reading what he was almost certain was his diary. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys and counted them. House key, Castle Bam key, safe key, church key (A/N: *giggles* get it?) and diary key. Therefore she couldn't be reading his diary, especially since he had a deep suspicion she was American and his diary was, naturally, written in Finnish.
"Y'know, I was never one for those romance books they sell by the pound back home, but if they made your diary into a published book I'd buy it in a heartbeat. This is some pretty hot stuff you got floating around in your head."
Ville just stared at her in shock for a moment before snatching away the book, only to realize that yes it was his diary and yes she was American. So how had she read it? 'She must be lying' he thought.
"I especially liked the part where you had Bam tied up and you were alternately painting him with a feather and hitting him with a small cat'o'ninetails. And it was Edible paint too. Yummy thoughts, darling." she said, pronouncing darling so that it sounded like "Daah-ling". Leah grinned as Ville slowly changed from pale to red then totally blanched as the realization that she, somehow, really had read his diary.
"H-how....?" he stuttered.
"Darling, to the dead, all languages are the same. Oh and my name is Leah. Bammie's waking up again so i must say ta ta for now. TA TA!" she said waving and disappearing.
Ville Sat down hard on the edge of his bed, then slid slowly to the floor. "Must cut down on the alcohol. Or else have more." Having more seemed to be the better idea so he reached over to where he had dropped his beer when he had first spotted Leah, grabbed one, opened it and drained it. Then he had another.