New story
Title: Untitled thus far
Author: absinthe_memory
Paring: VAM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Ville or Bam. All incidents are fiction. But we all can dream.
Summary: Linde wants to learn how to skate; one of his friends referred him to Bam Margera. Ville gets dragged along to America with the rest of the HIM band, and isn't like the idea all that much. Will his feelings change towards Bam? And will Bam get passed the cocky Finnish singer?
A/N: This is a new idea that popped into my head at like 4am in the morning, so I'm getting it out. Also some bad news Morbid Love is going to be stopped, I just really don't like where it's going therefore it won't be finished. I'm deeply sorry to those of you who did like it. Anyways, this new story won't get posted as much because Say You Love Me Too is pretty much my top writing priority, but if this is liked I'll see what I can do.
He looked out the window of the plane, scowling at the sight he saw. "We're landing," he muttered, turning to the blond dreaded person seated next to him. Linde smiled, tying his dreads back out of his face.
"Vil, it's not going to be that bad," he grinned, trying to cheer up his best friend. Ville shot him a look of pure anger, almost close to his look of hate.
"It's going to be fun? For god's sake Lily your idea of fun is coming to America to do business with a total jackass," Ville almost screamed, his nerves reaching its peak. He fumbled in his bag for two aspirin, popping them in his mouth with a sip of water. Linde rolled his eyes, sure Bam Margera wasn't exactly a nice guy, nor was he the kindest person alive, but neither was Ville Valo.
Linde put a hand to his forehead, trying to will his impending headache away, "You've got a lot of balls to say that, your not the easiest person to get along with," Linde muttered, Ville shot him a look.
"And that's supposed to mean?" Ville questioned, waiting for the seatbelt sign to go off.
"It means, you’re an ass too, it's not only him," Linde rolled his eyes, thanking god Ville had sleep earlier or this had been a lot worse. Ville turned in his seat staring Linde down.
"I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with, but I don't see why you have to drag me all the way to America because your too damn scared to come alone. Besides, I don't like fucking skateboarding its bullocks," He looked back out the window. Shifting in his seat. His eyes scanned the lot just waiting patiently for the seatbelt sign to go. He heard the familiar noise and unbuckled himself, waiting on Linde to take his oh so precious time. "Move along," he groaned, knowing Linde did this purposely. Mige, Burton, and Gas followed close behind them, Ville rolled his eyes, he needed the whole damn band to talk to one person. It was ridiculous, it was down right stupid, and who the fuck was Bam Margera anyway? Ville got off the plane bringing his carry-on bag with him, slinging it over his shoulder.
His eyes were greeting by two idiots slamming into each other with two carts. Two other men were pushing them together, Ville lit up a cigarette, thinking of all kinds of colorful words to describe the sight before his eyes. "Be nice," Line's harsh whisper in his ear made him feel all the more of a bastard than usual.
"Whatever you want Lily," he remarked, taking a long drag. One of the idiots walked over almost stumbling over his feet. His hand reached out and shook Linde's hand.
"I'm Bam," his annoying voice already made Ville's headache come back a tenfold.
"I'm Linde, this is my friends Ville, Mige, Gas, and Burton," he looked them all over, his blue eyes flicking from one to the other.
"Thought you were coming alone," he whispered, trying his best to hide his voice from the rest. Ville spoke up, feeling the need to add his two cents.
"Linde never goes anywhere alone," his cold stern voice shot through Bam like a gun, just the way he wanted. Bam's eyes rested upon him, scanning him over, measuring up the person who dared to speak.
"Oh," was all he could reply, was he expecting just Linde alone? Ville almost grinned, maybe he was gay, oh the horror (well, not in his mind anyway). Ville thought, loving the idea already.
"Anyways, I just want to get this done and over with," Linde spoke up, shooting Ville a glare. Ville just took a haul off his cigarette flicking it, which accidentally landed on Bam's shoulder. To his surprise Bam didn't notice till it burned the flesh on his shoulder, with a rather girly screech he flicked it off muttering 'cock sucker' to himself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," he smiled, feeling so damn proud he burned the stupid prick. Well in his mind Bam was anyway, who makes a living pranking people, and doing dumb tricks on a skateboard? That was the whole point in coming to America, to teach Linde how to skateboard, and he was referred by a friend that, Bam was one of the best, and a fun guy to be around. Why on earth did a guitarist need to learn how to skate? It was like saying Ville needed to learn how to give manicures.
"How about hitting a bar, talking this over?" Bam asked, looking at the group, which to his surprise smiled.
"Sure if you like alcohol at..." Ville checked his watch, "9am," he smirked. Normally this wouldn't bother him, but hey, he didn't want to be here and he'd certainly let Linde know it.
"I have no problem with that," there he goes again with that already annoying smile, Ville almost wanted to pop another two aspirin. They got in a red hummer, Ville rolled his eyes getting in the middle seat squished between two of Bam's friends.
"I'm Dunn," a hand shot out towards him. Ville looked at the hand, then at the face. He shook his hand out of respect and manners.
"I'm Ville," he turned his head, trying to see passed the man they called Nudie Novak. But to his avail a head was blocking his way.
Linde chatted with Bam, Bam's hands were lifting off the steering wheel explaining to Linde some of the tricks he was going to teach him, not exactly looking where he was going. Ville could have laughed, his first day in America and he was going to be rushed to the emergency room because this idiot didn't look where he was going. "So is a 360 easy?" Linde questioned, making Bam laugh.
"As of now, not for you," he grinned, turning in the parking lot of the bar. Which bared the name Duffer's. Ville got out of the car lighting another cigarette, this was going to be on hell of a long day.
"Do you have jet lag?" Dunn asked, Ville grinned nodding. It certainly was taking its toll on his body, but he didn't care; a few beers a possible drunken babbling and he was going to be all fine by morning. That's if, and only if he woke back up in his apartment in Finland.
Author: absinthe_memory
Paring: VAM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Ville or Bam. All incidents are fiction. But we all can dream.
Summary: Linde wants to learn how to skate; one of his friends referred him to Bam Margera. Ville gets dragged along to America with the rest of the HIM band, and isn't like the idea all that much. Will his feelings change towards Bam? And will Bam get passed the cocky Finnish singer?
A/N: This is a new idea that popped into my head at like 4am in the morning, so I'm getting it out. Also some bad news Morbid Love is going to be stopped, I just really don't like where it's going therefore it won't be finished. I'm deeply sorry to those of you who did like it. Anyways, this new story won't get posted as much because Say You Love Me Too is pretty much my top writing priority, but if this is liked I'll see what I can do.
He looked out the window of the plane, scowling at the sight he saw. "We're landing," he muttered, turning to the blond dreaded person seated next to him. Linde smiled, tying his dreads back out of his face.
"Vil, it's not going to be that bad," he grinned, trying to cheer up his best friend. Ville shot him a look of pure anger, almost close to his look of hate.
"It's going to be fun? For god's sake Lily your idea of fun is coming to America to do business with a total jackass," Ville almost screamed, his nerves reaching its peak. He fumbled in his bag for two aspirin, popping them in his mouth with a sip of water. Linde rolled his eyes, sure Bam Margera wasn't exactly a nice guy, nor was he the kindest person alive, but neither was Ville Valo.
Linde put a hand to his forehead, trying to will his impending headache away, "You've got a lot of balls to say that, your not the easiest person to get along with," Linde muttered, Ville shot him a look.
"And that's supposed to mean?" Ville questioned, waiting for the seatbelt sign to go off.
"It means, you’re an ass too, it's not only him," Linde rolled his eyes, thanking god Ville had sleep earlier or this had been a lot worse. Ville turned in his seat staring Linde down.
"I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with, but I don't see why you have to drag me all the way to America because your too damn scared to come alone. Besides, I don't like fucking skateboarding its bullocks," He looked back out the window. Shifting in his seat. His eyes scanned the lot just waiting patiently for the seatbelt sign to go. He heard the familiar noise and unbuckled himself, waiting on Linde to take his oh so precious time. "Move along," he groaned, knowing Linde did this purposely. Mige, Burton, and Gas followed close behind them, Ville rolled his eyes, he needed the whole damn band to talk to one person. It was ridiculous, it was down right stupid, and who the fuck was Bam Margera anyway? Ville got off the plane bringing his carry-on bag with him, slinging it over his shoulder.
His eyes were greeting by two idiots slamming into each other with two carts. Two other men were pushing them together, Ville lit up a cigarette, thinking of all kinds of colorful words to describe the sight before his eyes. "Be nice," Line's harsh whisper in his ear made him feel all the more of a bastard than usual.
"Whatever you want Lily," he remarked, taking a long drag. One of the idiots walked over almost stumbling over his feet. His hand reached out and shook Linde's hand.
"I'm Bam," his annoying voice already made Ville's headache come back a tenfold.
"I'm Linde, this is my friends Ville, Mige, Gas, and Burton," he looked them all over, his blue eyes flicking from one to the other.
"Thought you were coming alone," he whispered, trying his best to hide his voice from the rest. Ville spoke up, feeling the need to add his two cents.
"Linde never goes anywhere alone," his cold stern voice shot through Bam like a gun, just the way he wanted. Bam's eyes rested upon him, scanning him over, measuring up the person who dared to speak.
"Oh," was all he could reply, was he expecting just Linde alone? Ville almost grinned, maybe he was gay, oh the horror (well, not in his mind anyway). Ville thought, loving the idea already.
"Anyways, I just want to get this done and over with," Linde spoke up, shooting Ville a glare. Ville just took a haul off his cigarette flicking it, which accidentally landed on Bam's shoulder. To his surprise Bam didn't notice till it burned the flesh on his shoulder, with a rather girly screech he flicked it off muttering 'cock sucker' to himself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," he smiled, feeling so damn proud he burned the stupid prick. Well in his mind Bam was anyway, who makes a living pranking people, and doing dumb tricks on a skateboard? That was the whole point in coming to America, to teach Linde how to skateboard, and he was referred by a friend that, Bam was one of the best, and a fun guy to be around. Why on earth did a guitarist need to learn how to skate? It was like saying Ville needed to learn how to give manicures.
"How about hitting a bar, talking this over?" Bam asked, looking at the group, which to his surprise smiled.
"Sure if you like alcohol at..." Ville checked his watch, "9am," he smirked. Normally this wouldn't bother him, but hey, he didn't want to be here and he'd certainly let Linde know it.
"I have no problem with that," there he goes again with that already annoying smile, Ville almost wanted to pop another two aspirin. They got in a red hummer, Ville rolled his eyes getting in the middle seat squished between two of Bam's friends.
"I'm Dunn," a hand shot out towards him. Ville looked at the hand, then at the face. He shook his hand out of respect and manners.
"I'm Ville," he turned his head, trying to see passed the man they called Nudie Novak. But to his avail a head was blocking his way.
Linde chatted with Bam, Bam's hands were lifting off the steering wheel explaining to Linde some of the tricks he was going to teach him, not exactly looking where he was going. Ville could have laughed, his first day in America and he was going to be rushed to the emergency room because this idiot didn't look where he was going. "So is a 360 easy?" Linde questioned, making Bam laugh.
"As of now, not for you," he grinned, turning in the parking lot of the bar. Which bared the name Duffer's. Ville got out of the car lighting another cigarette, this was going to be on hell of a long day.
"Do you have jet lag?" Dunn asked, Ville grinned nodding. It certainly was taking its toll on his body, but he didn't care; a few beers a possible drunken babbling and he was going to be all fine by morning. That's if, and only if he woke back up in his apartment in Finland.