Chapter 2
Title: Love, For Fools
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 liking the idea all that much. Will his feelings change towards Bam? And will Bam get passed the cocky Finnish singer?
Chapter 1
A/N: Ok, so this is a different point of view, it's Ville's. Not all of the story will be like this; it'll toggle from Ville's, Bam's, and like the previous chapter which point of view escapes my mind at the current moment. The reason why I'm toggling the views is because I want you to get a feel of how they are taking the current situation, and no better way to get it from their view. Hope you enjoy it, and it even has a title now!
It wasn't my idea or want to go to a bar at 9am in the morning, but who am I to say no to drinking? That's right I'm Ville Valo I've got an insatiable appetite I suppose you could call it, for beer or alcohol in general, and after meeting Bam Margera, I think...Maybe... I'll be drinking a whole lot more than I should.
I looked at his blond haired friend Dunn; he looked just as much an idiot as the rest of them. Random hero? What kind of hero is he? I rolled my eyes for about the thousandth time since I've arrived in America. Bam was walking in front of Linde, talking like a babbling fool, probably explaining more stupid skateboarding tricks. What was the point in skating when you can finger fuck a guitar? Well it certainly makes you good with your hands, trust me I used to play bass; still do but not for the band. I'd much rather shove a cock-like contraption that we call a mic in my face and sing to it.
Bam pushed the bar doors open, letting us all walk in. I stuffed my hands in my pockets looking around the bar, it was darkly lit, and it smelled of booze, yum! We walked over to a booth sliding in, getting ready for the onslaught of a welcomed beer fest. After a long ass flight from Finland you'll need a few beers, trust me. "It's all right to smoke in here?" I asked, already pulling my cigarette from my pack, placing it between my lips.
"Yeah man," that little skater boy answered me, almost making me groan at his depressingly annoying voice, and that god-forsaken glare of his. I took a long haul, waiting on some sort of alcohol to float from heaven and land in my waiting shot glass; instead I opted for a waitress.
"Sweetheart," I wet my lips with my tongue, feeling the need to use such an endearment cause it pretty much gets me anywhere, "Would you be so kind as to bring us an insane amount of alcohol, and a nice big bottle of Jack Daniels." I mouthed her a kiss before she left, watching her cheeks blush. I still got it I thought to myself. Bam had been looking at me, right then and there I wanted to say that line everyone has used at least once 'Take a picture it lasts longer' but for Linde's kind heart I wouldn't, maybe Bam would be a prick to him and not teach him how to skate? So instead I just impatiently tapped my fingers on the table. Linde leaned in to my ear.
"You're certainly being a suck ass today," he mumbled. I looked at him, smiling at his comment. I leaned in to his ear, flicking my tongue over his ear lobe, giving him the shock of a lifetime.
"I just want to get drunk Lindzi," he looked back at me, getting at the attention of Burton; who was across from us and next to Bam. Mige and Gas were in the turn of the seats, the worse position, if you need to piss you have to give a yell to one of the people next to you, and when your hardcore drinking you don't want to move.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked, his eyes flicking back and forth.
"Because I wanted to," I flicked my ashes into the ashtray without looking, cause I'm just that damn good. I put the cigarette back to my lips, still staring him down. He gave me that smile, the one where he knows he can get anything he damn well wants. It does work, hell he's got into my pants with that one, well... almost.
"Guys the river has arrived," Burton's voice pulled us from our staring and made us look at the river of brewskies coming at us.
"Give me that sweet Jack," I mumbled trying to grasp the bottle, which was in the middle of the table; had to put it there huh? Didn't want Valo to reach it? Well I stood up reaching across the table and got my bottle of Jack, I poured myself a shot and downed at fucker in a second. I poured myself another shot, my cigarette hanging between my lips, I lifted my gaze to Bam; to my surprise he had already one glass of beer gone.
"Don't even think about out drinking Vil, you'll die of liver problems first," Gas broke in, finding his voice somewhere, instead of in his pocket where it usually rested, quiet boy. I love him though. Dunn, Bam, and Novak looked at me. I smiled, lifting up my third shot, flipping the glass so the rim touched the table, showing my empty glass. Linde smirked flipping his over, giving me a sideways glance.
"So out drink Ville huh?" Novak smiled, looking at me. I had already poured myself another shot; I reached over filling his glass. Maybe he could take me on, maybe not. We'll see who'll be crawling on the floor, won't we?
After a few hours of utter bullshit talking, and drinking we were hammered to hell. I was drunk off my ass, and proud to admit to it at 12pm. Novak was trying to shed his clothes, which caught my attention for some odd reason. "S'alright love," Linde smiled, his arm over Bam's shoulder. Bam's hand was dug deep in Linde's back pocket. Probably touching his ass in a very sexual way. So how were we going to get home? That was figured out by all of us walking to a hair salon, a fucking hair salon.
"Ape," Bam called, standing outside the building yelling up to the window. "Ape," he yelled once again, the door opened a few moments later and there stood the 'Ape' which turned out to be a much prettier older woman than I expected.
"Bam, are you drunk?" She put her hands on her hips making me laugh; she gave him a look, one that my mother would have given me.
"Yesssssss," he slurred with a smile, giggling as Linde accidentally poked him in the ribs. I lifted my cigarette to my mouth, missing to light it twice to my shock. "Drive us home!" she nodded walking with us back to the bar, she got in the driver seat of the hummer. Linde sat beside me, and so did Dunn. Bam stretched out across our laps, his head in Linde's lap.
"You have a castle?" Linde asked, looking down at Bam. He moved on my lap, of coarse his ass had to be hovering over my dick, of all places! Naturally it caused a stir, so here I am thinking up the grossest thoughts imaginable.
We arrived at said Castle. "Some fuckin Castle." I muttered stepping out, feeling a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to be Bam's. He used me to get out of the hummer, stumbling all over the place. Novak had taken a run off into the bushes to take care of things, probably had gotten sick. His hand snaked around me, one of his fingers close to the tattoo on my stomach. He leered at me with a drunken smile; I just blew smoke out the side of my mouth, not wanting to send him in a coughing fit.
Tell me what you all think, and thanks for all the lovely comments!
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 liking the idea all that much. Will his feelings change towards Bam? And will Bam get passed the cocky Finnish singer?
Chapter 1
A/N: Ok, so this is a different point of view, it's Ville's. Not all of the story will be like this; it'll toggle from Ville's, Bam's, and like the previous chapter which point of view escapes my mind at the current moment. The reason why I'm toggling the views is because I want you to get a feel of how they are taking the current situation, and no better way to get it from their view. Hope you enjoy it, and it even has a title now!
It wasn't my idea or want to go to a bar at 9am in the morning, but who am I to say no to drinking? That's right I'm Ville Valo I've got an insatiable appetite I suppose you could call it, for beer or alcohol in general, and after meeting Bam Margera, I think...Maybe... I'll be drinking a whole lot more than I should.
I looked at his blond haired friend Dunn; he looked just as much an idiot as the rest of them. Random hero? What kind of hero is he? I rolled my eyes for about the thousandth time since I've arrived in America. Bam was walking in front of Linde, talking like a babbling fool, probably explaining more stupid skateboarding tricks. What was the point in skating when you can finger fuck a guitar? Well it certainly makes you good with your hands, trust me I used to play bass; still do but not for the band. I'd much rather shove a cock-like contraption that we call a mic in my face and sing to it.
Bam pushed the bar doors open, letting us all walk in. I stuffed my hands in my pockets looking around the bar, it was darkly lit, and it smelled of booze, yum! We walked over to a booth sliding in, getting ready for the onslaught of a welcomed beer fest. After a long ass flight from Finland you'll need a few beers, trust me. "It's all right to smoke in here?" I asked, already pulling my cigarette from my pack, placing it between my lips.
"Yeah man," that little skater boy answered me, almost making me groan at his depressingly annoying voice, and that god-forsaken glare of his. I took a long haul, waiting on some sort of alcohol to float from heaven and land in my waiting shot glass; instead I opted for a waitress.
"Sweetheart," I wet my lips with my tongue, feeling the need to use such an endearment cause it pretty much gets me anywhere, "Would you be so kind as to bring us an insane amount of alcohol, and a nice big bottle of Jack Daniels." I mouthed her a kiss before she left, watching her cheeks blush. I still got it I thought to myself. Bam had been looking at me, right then and there I wanted to say that line everyone has used at least once 'Take a picture it lasts longer' but for Linde's kind heart I wouldn't, maybe Bam would be a prick to him and not teach him how to skate? So instead I just impatiently tapped my fingers on the table. Linde leaned in to my ear.
"You're certainly being a suck ass today," he mumbled. I looked at him, smiling at his comment. I leaned in to his ear, flicking my tongue over his ear lobe, giving him the shock of a lifetime.
"I just want to get drunk Lindzi," he looked back at me, getting at the attention of Burton; who was across from us and next to Bam. Mige and Gas were in the turn of the seats, the worse position, if you need to piss you have to give a yell to one of the people next to you, and when your hardcore drinking you don't want to move.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked, his eyes flicking back and forth.
"Because I wanted to," I flicked my ashes into the ashtray without looking, cause I'm just that damn good. I put the cigarette back to my lips, still staring him down. He gave me that smile, the one where he knows he can get anything he damn well wants. It does work, hell he's got into my pants with that one, well... almost.
"Guys the river has arrived," Burton's voice pulled us from our staring and made us look at the river of brewskies coming at us.
"Give me that sweet Jack," I mumbled trying to grasp the bottle, which was in the middle of the table; had to put it there huh? Didn't want Valo to reach it? Well I stood up reaching across the table and got my bottle of Jack, I poured myself a shot and downed at fucker in a second. I poured myself another shot, my cigarette hanging between my lips, I lifted my gaze to Bam; to my surprise he had already one glass of beer gone.
"Don't even think about out drinking Vil, you'll die of liver problems first," Gas broke in, finding his voice somewhere, instead of in his pocket where it usually rested, quiet boy. I love him though. Dunn, Bam, and Novak looked at me. I smiled, lifting up my third shot, flipping the glass so the rim touched the table, showing my empty glass. Linde smirked flipping his over, giving me a sideways glance.
"So out drink Ville huh?" Novak smiled, looking at me. I had already poured myself another shot; I reached over filling his glass. Maybe he could take me on, maybe not. We'll see who'll be crawling on the floor, won't we?
After a few hours of utter bullshit talking, and drinking we were hammered to hell. I was drunk off my ass, and proud to admit to it at 12pm. Novak was trying to shed his clothes, which caught my attention for some odd reason. "S'alright love," Linde smiled, his arm over Bam's shoulder. Bam's hand was dug deep in Linde's back pocket. Probably touching his ass in a very sexual way. So how were we going to get home? That was figured out by all of us walking to a hair salon, a fucking hair salon.
"Ape," Bam called, standing outside the building yelling up to the window. "Ape," he yelled once again, the door opened a few moments later and there stood the 'Ape' which turned out to be a much prettier older woman than I expected.
"Bam, are you drunk?" She put her hands on her hips making me laugh; she gave him a look, one that my mother would have given me.
"Yesssssss," he slurred with a smile, giggling as Linde accidentally poked him in the ribs. I lifted my cigarette to my mouth, missing to light it twice to my shock. "Drive us home!" she nodded walking with us back to the bar, she got in the driver seat of the hummer. Linde sat beside me, and so did Dunn. Bam stretched out across our laps, his head in Linde's lap.
"You have a castle?" Linde asked, looking down at Bam. He moved on my lap, of coarse his ass had to be hovering over my dick, of all places! Naturally it caused a stir, so here I am thinking up the grossest thoughts imaginable.
We arrived at said Castle. "Some fuckin Castle." I muttered stepping out, feeling a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to be Bam's. He used me to get out of the hummer, stumbling all over the place. Novak had taken a run off into the bushes to take care of things, probably had gotten sick. His hand snaked around me, one of his fingers close to the tattoo on my stomach. He leered at me with a drunken smile; I just blew smoke out the side of my mouth, not wanting to send him in a coughing fit.
Tell me what you all think, and thanks for all the lovely comments!