One Shot: My First Weekend at College
Title: My First Weekend at College
Rating: PG
Summary: Bam has a crazy night his first weekend in College.
Disclaimer: About as real as my hair color…
A/N: Ha. You know this is AU if Bam is away at college.
“Oh god.” I just woke up in a strange bed. It’s not even my normal confusion of waking up in my dorm room that I get every morning. I’m definitely in a dorm room, but definitely not mine. It’s way too clean.
“What?” I try and say as I look down at my body. I’m wearing pants and I don’t think I was wearing pants last time I remember being awake. I try to sit up, but my head is killing me and I lay back down on the bed…
I try and think to myself; what exactly did I do last night?
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Bam was sitting on his computer in his dorm room, bored out if his mind. He hated Myspace, but somehow became addicted to Facebook in his entire week he has spent at college so far.
What he really should have been doing with his laptop that his parents so graciously bought him for his college education was writing a paper. Though, who had time for that when he had comments to respond to?
Just as he was hitting the refresh button his roommate, Ryan Dunn, walked into their room. “Dude, Steve-O’s having a party; we gotta get there before the keg is kicked.”
Bam practically jumped up from his chair and grabbed his black Element hoodie. “Rad.” He said as Ryan turned around and Bam followed him out of the room.
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Ryan Dunn was a man with a plan, after he had gone to get Bam from the room, he had called their friend Dico, the only guy he knew would be available on a Friday night with a car. Dico picked up Ryan and Bam from their dorm and had a half-drunk Raab with him.
Steve-O’s parties were always packed, the four of them ended up parking over a block away, but with the way things go at that party, you could still hear it that far away.
When they reached the party Bam followed behind the rest of the guys, not knowing exactly where to go to get the beer as they weaved their way through the crowd of people in the house. It was one of those big party houses you would see on Animal House, complete with people everywhere and booze all around and clouds of smoke spilling out of every room. Bam would be surprised if a TV didn’t end up flying out of an upstairs window by the end of the night.
When they reached the keg each of the guys pulled their money out of their pockets. Unfortunately for people with out boobs, the cups were five dollars a piece.
“Dudes!” Bam turned his head to see who had the over exaggerated voice.
“Steve-O! Hey man! What’s up?!” Dunn had to yell to him over the music.
“ME!” He laughed that raspy Steve-o laugh. “I’m trippin’ balls!” The rest of the guys laughed along. Steve-O being high on acid was not new but always fun. “I think I’m gonna go fly off the roof if you wanna come try?!”
“Thanks man, I just got my beer. Maybe next time.” Ryan said.
“Cool, I’ll let you know how the view is!” With that Steve-O bounced up the steps like a kid with ADHD.
The four guys got their beers and moved to the porch to get away from the pounding speakers just in time to see Steve-O jump from his bedroom window, apparently not making it as far as the roof. Upon landing, he rolled over only to say how beautiful the city looked from up here.
At home, with his parents, Bam had never really experienced the wonders of the drunken state of mind. As he drank, he loosened up and began talking to the nearest girl, following the example of his friends. “Sorry, what’s your name again?” He asked the poor girl for the third time.
“Missy,” she excitedly said back. Both of them were a little more than buzzed and not really caring how much they made a fool out of themselves.
Suddenly Missy’s lips came crushing into Bam’s before he even realized it. “Whoa, honey. I’m sorry to tell you I’m not interested.” Bam pushed the girl back gently.
This seemed to make her sober up slightly, “Wha- but- I thought.”
“No. It’s not like that.” Bam explained. “I’m gay. It’s not you or anything. Just your gender.”
“Oh,” she said pouting, “Why do I always end up with the gay guy?” She sulked away.
Bam walked past his friends to get to the keg inside of the house. He found his friends again still on the porch. “Yo, Bam.” Ryan got his attention as he walked past. “How many have you had, man?”
Bam swayed where he stood and answered, “Dunno, lost count. You know, I really like beer.”
Ryan started chuckling, “Yeah, I can see that.”
Bam spent a few minutes talking with Ryan and a few of the others who had left the party on the inside and wanted to drink without the crowd of people.
As Bam finished his beer he thought he saw a flash of blue lights reflect off of his cup, he looked up and two cop cars were driving down the street towards the house. A second later he heard someone yell "Cops!" and all hell broke loose.
All at once the music stopped, the people began flooding out of the house pushing everyone off of the porch, separating everyone who was once there. Bam was thrown off the porch and knocked down next to Steve-O still lying on the ground, now giggling, unaware of the chaos of people trying to get away from the house. Bam crawled over to him, “Steve-O, dude, come on.” Bam grabbed him, and tried to stand him up, but he didn’t move and just continued laughing.
After a few seconds of struggling to get Steve-o to his feet Bam felt someone grab both of his arms and pull him upright. He panicked for a second before looking behind him and realizing it was Ryan, “Fucking run!” Ryan shouted at him. With that, they both took off seeing Raab and Dico a few feet ahead of them and Bam ran. They cut through bushes and a yard, then down an alley before getting to a main road and went into the first open door they could.
“Great, we’re all nineteen and we’ll hide from the cops in a bar.” Dico said.
“We’ll be fine.” Then Ryan suggested. “Let's just wait here a little bit until the cops are gone then we can get the car.”
“Now I’m glad we had to park a few blocks away.” Dico said.
They all took a seat at the bar and relaxed. The bartender walked over and asked for orders.
“Gimme a Bud.” Raab slurred, Dico asked for a beer too. Surprisingly the bar tender complied, without asking for IDs.
As they waited, they talked. “Damn cops, I would have gotten laid tonight.” Dico said.
“Yeah fucking right,” Bam said.
“You didn’t get a number.” Ryan said, pulling out a piece of paper, slapping it on the counter to show it off.
“How do you always get the girls number?” Then Dico mumbled, “Dickhead.”
Raab, out of nowhere, laughed at them and the three just gave him a look.
They began talking again, and didn’t notice someone walked through the door and sat next to Bam.
“Hey,” The man said. “Can I get you a drink?”
Bam turned to look at him and as he was about to accept he saw exactly he was talking to, and he suddenly had no voice. The man sitting next to him was young, though not as young as Bam. He was attractive, tan and dark hair, but he was wearing a uniform.
“Is that a yes to the drink then?” The cop sitting next to him asked.
“I.. Um, sure.” Bam wasn’t sure what he supposed to do. He turned to look at his friends and saw their shocked expressions too.
When Bam turned back to the cop he had vodka shots lined up for them already. They each took a shot and the cop started flirting with Bam.
“So, what’s your name?” The cop asked.
“Bam. That’s what everyone calls me.” He answered.
The cop laughed and handed Bam another shot. “I think that name suits you.” Bam laughed nervously to himself and drank the shot.
A few more shots later and Bam had loosened up. Now joking with the cop, whose name was Frank as he had found out. Ryan, Dico, and Raab were sitting, trying to occupy themselves, and not seem too underage.
Bam suddenly realized that he needed a bathroom, he stood up fast. Apparently too fast when the room began to spin. Bam swayed and grabbed onto his stool. “Babe, you alright there?” Frank asked, seemingly amused.
“Uh, yeah.” Bam answered, “I gotta take a piss. Where’s the bathroom?” Bam turned his head to try and find a sign, but he turned too fast, and the rest of the room came into focus in slow motion. He stumbled backward, and then saw the sign. “Ok, be right back.”
Frank smiled as he watched Bam walk away.
Ryan anxiously waited for Bam to hurry out of the bathroom, trying to come up with a plan to get him home before the cop took him home first.
After ten minutes, Ryan decided to look for him. Bam was in the bathroom feeling the wall when Ryan found him. “Hey, Bam.” Ryan asked, “What the hell are your doing?”
“I,” Bam stopped and looked confused.
“You what?”
“I can’t find the door!” Bam looked worried.
“Dude, I’m standing in the fucking door.” Ryan grabbed him around the shoulders and walked him out.
They made their way back to the bar Raab and Dico looked over to Ryan who gave the nod to get outside. Dico and Raab got up and made their way to the door.
“Bam?” Frank stopped them and asked, “You leaving already?”
“Sorry Frankie, he’s got to go now.” Ryan answered for him.
“I buy drinks all night, and I don’t get a number?” He asked.
“Sorry.” Ryan replied.
Ryan forced Bam to continue walking and Frank yelled, “What the fuck?”
“I’m married.” Bam yelled to him as they walked out the door.
“Hurry up, Bam.” Ryan whispered anxiously.
Bam and Ryan caught up to Dico and Raab, and the four of them rushed away from the bar as fast as they could and took the long way back to the car. “Dico, keys.” Ryan commanded.
Dico handed over his keys, though not happy about it, and got into the passenger seat. Ryan threw Bam into the back seat and Raab climbed in after him.
On the drive back, Bam felt someone tugging on his shoes and jeans, but by then he was too tired to care. The car came to a stop in front of the dorms, Bam vaguely heard Ryan telling him he would be back tomorrow, and Bam was pushed out of the car. He landed on the concrete and took a second to get his senses. Bam stood up and felt a breeze on his legs, looking down he saw he was missing his pants and shoes.
“Holy fuck.” He said to himself. “That doesn’t make any sense. I thought Raab was straight?”
Bam staggered his way to the door, until he realized he had an audience. The sorority house next door had a few of the members on the lawn watching him. “Nice boxers!” One of them yelled and the group broke out in laughter. Bam let out a sigh and walked into the dorm lobby.
He went to the door that leads to the elevator. “Excuse me young man.” He heard. “Do you have your student ID?”
He looked at the security guard behind the desk in the lobby. He had completely forgotten he had to sign in to get to his room. “Dorothy, like you don’t know me by now?”
“Mmhmm. Just this one time, son. Please go find some pants as no one wants to see your underpants.”
“Thanks.” Bam tiredly pushed the door open and made his way to the elevators and fought off the sleep that was now overcoming him. He leaned against the walls, trying to get to the door. He finally got to his door and reached out his hand, when there was complete darkness.
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I wake up again as I hear someone walk into the room.
“Good, you're awake.” I hear a heavily accented voice.
I look the guy over, he’s gorgeous. Tall and skinny, long dark hair, green eyes, exactly my type. No wonder the pants I’m wearing are so tight.
“Thanks for the pants, man.” I say to him.
“Not a problem. I found you in the hall and figured you could use some help.” He walked over handing me a bottle of Gatorade and two aspirin. “I’m Ville, by the way.”
“Bam.” I said taking a sip.
“I’m sorry?” He asked.
“I’m Bam, that's my name. Where are you from, Vill-eh?”
He laughed the cutest laugh, and sat down on the bed as he said, “ Finland , I’m in a study abroad program.”
I held out my hand, “Nice to meet you, Finland.” He shook my hand, laughing again. “Did you take advantage of me last night, because I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“No, can’t say I didn’t think about it though.”
“I think I owe you breakfast then?” I offered.
“Breakfast sounds good.” He accepted.
We both smiled; maybe last night wasn’t so bad after all.
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Ok, so I know it's not the Vammy-est story ever but I hope it's okay. : )
Rating: PG
Summary: Bam has a crazy night his first weekend in College.
Disclaimer: About as real as my hair color…
A/N: Ha. You know this is AU if Bam is away at college.
“Oh god.” I just woke up in a strange bed. It’s not even my normal confusion of waking up in my dorm room that I get every morning. I’m definitely in a dorm room, but definitely not mine. It’s way too clean.
“What?” I try and say as I look down at my body. I’m wearing pants and I don’t think I was wearing pants last time I remember being awake. I try to sit up, but my head is killing me and I lay back down on the bed…
I try and think to myself; what exactly did I do last night?
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Bam was sitting on his computer in his dorm room, bored out if his mind. He hated Myspace, but somehow became addicted to Facebook in his entire week he has spent at college so far.
What he really should have been doing with his laptop that his parents so graciously bought him for his college education was writing a paper. Though, who had time for that when he had comments to respond to?
Just as he was hitting the refresh button his roommate, Ryan Dunn, walked into their room. “Dude, Steve-O’s having a party; we gotta get there before the keg is kicked.”
Bam practically jumped up from his chair and grabbed his black Element hoodie. “Rad.” He said as Ryan turned around and Bam followed him out of the room.
* * *
Ryan Dunn was a man with a plan, after he had gone to get Bam from the room, he had called their friend Dico, the only guy he knew would be available on a Friday night with a car. Dico picked up Ryan and Bam from their dorm and had a half-drunk Raab with him.
Steve-O’s parties were always packed, the four of them ended up parking over a block away, but with the way things go at that party, you could still hear it that far away.
When they reached the party Bam followed behind the rest of the guys, not knowing exactly where to go to get the beer as they weaved their way through the crowd of people in the house. It was one of those big party houses you would see on Animal House, complete with people everywhere and booze all around and clouds of smoke spilling out of every room. Bam would be surprised if a TV didn’t end up flying out of an upstairs window by the end of the night.
When they reached the keg each of the guys pulled their money out of their pockets. Unfortunately for people with out boobs, the cups were five dollars a piece.
“Dudes!” Bam turned his head to see who had the over exaggerated voice.
“Steve-O! Hey man! What’s up?!” Dunn had to yell to him over the music.
“ME!” He laughed that raspy Steve-o laugh. “I’m trippin’ balls!” The rest of the guys laughed along. Steve-O being high on acid was not new but always fun. “I think I’m gonna go fly off the roof if you wanna come try?!”
“Thanks man, I just got my beer. Maybe next time.” Ryan said.
“Cool, I’ll let you know how the view is!” With that Steve-O bounced up the steps like a kid with ADHD.
The four guys got their beers and moved to the porch to get away from the pounding speakers just in time to see Steve-O jump from his bedroom window, apparently not making it as far as the roof. Upon landing, he rolled over only to say how beautiful the city looked from up here.
At home, with his parents, Bam had never really experienced the wonders of the drunken state of mind. As he drank, he loosened up and began talking to the nearest girl, following the example of his friends. “Sorry, what’s your name again?” He asked the poor girl for the third time.
“Missy,” she excitedly said back. Both of them were a little more than buzzed and not really caring how much they made a fool out of themselves.
Suddenly Missy’s lips came crushing into Bam’s before he even realized it. “Whoa, honey. I’m sorry to tell you I’m not interested.” Bam pushed the girl back gently.
This seemed to make her sober up slightly, “Wha- but- I thought.”
“No. It’s not like that.” Bam explained. “I’m gay. It’s not you or anything. Just your gender.”
“Oh,” she said pouting, “Why do I always end up with the gay guy?” She sulked away.
Bam walked past his friends to get to the keg inside of the house. He found his friends again still on the porch. “Yo, Bam.” Ryan got his attention as he walked past. “How many have you had, man?”
Bam swayed where he stood and answered, “Dunno, lost count. You know, I really like beer.”
Ryan started chuckling, “Yeah, I can see that.”
Bam spent a few minutes talking with Ryan and a few of the others who had left the party on the inside and wanted to drink without the crowd of people.
As Bam finished his beer he thought he saw a flash of blue lights reflect off of his cup, he looked up and two cop cars were driving down the street towards the house. A second later he heard someone yell "Cops!" and all hell broke loose.
All at once the music stopped, the people began flooding out of the house pushing everyone off of the porch, separating everyone who was once there. Bam was thrown off the porch and knocked down next to Steve-O still lying on the ground, now giggling, unaware of the chaos of people trying to get away from the house. Bam crawled over to him, “Steve-O, dude, come on.” Bam grabbed him, and tried to stand him up, but he didn’t move and just continued laughing.
After a few seconds of struggling to get Steve-o to his feet Bam felt someone grab both of his arms and pull him upright. He panicked for a second before looking behind him and realizing it was Ryan, “Fucking run!” Ryan shouted at him. With that, they both took off seeing Raab and Dico a few feet ahead of them and Bam ran. They cut through bushes and a yard, then down an alley before getting to a main road and went into the first open door they could.
“Great, we’re all nineteen and we’ll hide from the cops in a bar.” Dico said.
“We’ll be fine.” Then Ryan suggested. “Let's just wait here a little bit until the cops are gone then we can get the car.”
“Now I’m glad we had to park a few blocks away.” Dico said.
They all took a seat at the bar and relaxed. The bartender walked over and asked for orders.
“Gimme a Bud.” Raab slurred, Dico asked for a beer too. Surprisingly the bar tender complied, without asking for IDs.
As they waited, they talked. “Damn cops, I would have gotten laid tonight.” Dico said.
“Yeah fucking right,” Bam said.
“You didn’t get a number.” Ryan said, pulling out a piece of paper, slapping it on the counter to show it off.
“How do you always get the girls number?” Then Dico mumbled, “Dickhead.”
Raab, out of nowhere, laughed at them and the three just gave him a look.
They began talking again, and didn’t notice someone walked through the door and sat next to Bam.
“Hey,” The man said. “Can I get you a drink?”
Bam turned to look at him and as he was about to accept he saw exactly he was talking to, and he suddenly had no voice. The man sitting next to him was young, though not as young as Bam. He was attractive, tan and dark hair, but he was wearing a uniform.
“Is that a yes to the drink then?” The cop sitting next to him asked.
“I.. Um, sure.” Bam wasn’t sure what he supposed to do. He turned to look at his friends and saw their shocked expressions too.
When Bam turned back to the cop he had vodka shots lined up for them already. They each took a shot and the cop started flirting with Bam.
“So, what’s your name?” The cop asked.
“Bam. That’s what everyone calls me.” He answered.
The cop laughed and handed Bam another shot. “I think that name suits you.” Bam laughed nervously to himself and drank the shot.
A few more shots later and Bam had loosened up. Now joking with the cop, whose name was Frank as he had found out. Ryan, Dico, and Raab were sitting, trying to occupy themselves, and not seem too underage.
Bam suddenly realized that he needed a bathroom, he stood up fast. Apparently too fast when the room began to spin. Bam swayed and grabbed onto his stool. “Babe, you alright there?” Frank asked, seemingly amused.
“Uh, yeah.” Bam answered, “I gotta take a piss. Where’s the bathroom?” Bam turned his head to try and find a sign, but he turned too fast, and the rest of the room came into focus in slow motion. He stumbled backward, and then saw the sign. “Ok, be right back.”
Frank smiled as he watched Bam walk away.
Ryan anxiously waited for Bam to hurry out of the bathroom, trying to come up with a plan to get him home before the cop took him home first.
After ten minutes, Ryan decided to look for him. Bam was in the bathroom feeling the wall when Ryan found him. “Hey, Bam.” Ryan asked, “What the hell are your doing?”
“I,” Bam stopped and looked confused.
“You what?”
“I can’t find the door!” Bam looked worried.
“Dude, I’m standing in the fucking door.” Ryan grabbed him around the shoulders and walked him out.
They made their way back to the bar Raab and Dico looked over to Ryan who gave the nod to get outside. Dico and Raab got up and made their way to the door.
“Bam?” Frank stopped them and asked, “You leaving already?”
“Sorry Frankie, he’s got to go now.” Ryan answered for him.
“I buy drinks all night, and I don’t get a number?” He asked.
“Sorry.” Ryan replied.
Ryan forced Bam to continue walking and Frank yelled, “What the fuck?”
“I’m married.” Bam yelled to him as they walked out the door.
“Hurry up, Bam.” Ryan whispered anxiously.
Bam and Ryan caught up to Dico and Raab, and the four of them rushed away from the bar as fast as they could and took the long way back to the car. “Dico, keys.” Ryan commanded.
Dico handed over his keys, though not happy about it, and got into the passenger seat. Ryan threw Bam into the back seat and Raab climbed in after him.
On the drive back, Bam felt someone tugging on his shoes and jeans, but by then he was too tired to care. The car came to a stop in front of the dorms, Bam vaguely heard Ryan telling him he would be back tomorrow, and Bam was pushed out of the car. He landed on the concrete and took a second to get his senses. Bam stood up and felt a breeze on his legs, looking down he saw he was missing his pants and shoes.
“Holy fuck.” He said to himself. “That doesn’t make any sense. I thought Raab was straight?”
Bam staggered his way to the door, until he realized he had an audience. The sorority house next door had a few of the members on the lawn watching him. “Nice boxers!” One of them yelled and the group broke out in laughter. Bam let out a sigh and walked into the dorm lobby.
He went to the door that leads to the elevator. “Excuse me young man.” He heard. “Do you have your student ID?”
He looked at the security guard behind the desk in the lobby. He had completely forgotten he had to sign in to get to his room. “Dorothy, like you don’t know me by now?”
“Mmhmm. Just this one time, son. Please go find some pants as no one wants to see your underpants.”
“Thanks.” Bam tiredly pushed the door open and made his way to the elevators and fought off the sleep that was now overcoming him. He leaned against the walls, trying to get to the door. He finally got to his door and reached out his hand, when there was complete darkness.
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I wake up again as I hear someone walk into the room.
“Good, you're awake.” I hear a heavily accented voice.
I look the guy over, he’s gorgeous. Tall and skinny, long dark hair, green eyes, exactly my type. No wonder the pants I’m wearing are so tight.
“Thanks for the pants, man.” I say to him.
“Not a problem. I found you in the hall and figured you could use some help.” He walked over handing me a bottle of Gatorade and two aspirin. “I’m Ville, by the way.”
“Bam.” I said taking a sip.
“I’m sorry?” He asked.
“I’m Bam, that's my name. Where are you from, Vill-eh?”
He laughed the cutest laugh, and sat down on the bed as he said, “ Finland , I’m in a study abroad program.”
I held out my hand, “Nice to meet you, Finland.” He shook my hand, laughing again. “Did you take advantage of me last night, because I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“No, can’t say I didn’t think about it though.”
“I think I owe you breakfast then?” I offered.
“Breakfast sounds good.” He accepted.
We both smiled; maybe last night wasn’t so bad after all.
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Ok, so I know it's not the Vammy-est story ever but I hope it's okay. : )