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Amity Is Like a Gun ♥
Title: Amity Is Like a Gun ♥
Author: vamxaddict
Pairing: vam & bam/missy mention but not main pair
Rating: PG-13 or R
Summary: I don’t have one but I want you to know that some of this story is loosely based on what
happened between me and this guy I really liked. Some of these experiences are my own. But it’s VERY
LOOSELY based. Hope you enjoy! =]
Introduction
I walk down the halls in school, remembering that it’s almost three years since the day I met you. Since the day our worlds collided and nothing was ever the same. Don’t ask me how I survived it because it was nothing short of painful. The smell of the freshly cleaned floors lingers in my nostrils, a little tear squeezed out of my eye because it made me feel for you. Maybe not in the way many think but there was definitely something there. You sent me a letter, several pages long after that year, explaining why everything was going to happen, as it did. Your story was never told and I know no one could say it better than you, but I’m going to try. I want nothing more than people to know the truth, what he did to you. So everyone knows that
the truth they live with is a lie.
Chapter One: High School Awkwardness
I walked towards the school with caution. I loved how the sound of the leaves crunching underneath my chucks faded into the music. The sound made me relax a little but I was still uptight. It was my first day of freshman year in a strange town and I had no one. I was scared that if I just walked up and introduced myself to someone they’d run away screaming. I’m not like everyone else, even if the don’t know that it frightens me. I’m different and I just feel that everyone can see right through me… or more and less I’m just afraid they can.
The school comes into view and I stop at the top of the hill. I stare down at my beat up shoes and take in a deep breath. I began to trudge along my heart beating faster and faster. I walk into the open doors and look up. All the faces seem to be peering down at me and my palms get sweatier. I re-grip my backpack and head towards the office. My sneakers screeched on the polished floor as I enter the room. The old lady with badly colored brunette hair looks up at me.
“How may I help you dear?” She looked at me over her glasses and warmed me with a gentle smile.
“Well, I’m new here and I was told that I need to come here the first day of school and get my schedule.”
“Of course.” She said getting up from her chair and walking towards the filing cabinet. “Name please.”
“Vil-ah Valo.” I answer, main emphasis on my first name hoping she’d get it right.
“Vil-ah? Well, thanks for helping an old bird like me to pronounce it right.” I gave a little giggle at the comparison she used and smiled. She seemed more likely to fit the little old librarian title then secretary. She handed me the starched white paper and I exited the room but not before she said, “Good luck.” and shooed me off.
I stumbled out of the office and stared at the faces around me. Unable to deal with the glances I decided to try and find the bathroom. I didn’t want to burden anyone by asking so I just followed behind some guys walking down the hallway to the right. When I finally located the bathroom I was glad no one was inside. I grabbed some of the eyeliner out of my bag and reapplied it. As I was just about to put it away a beefy looking football player entered the room. My insides were squealing ‘please, spare me’ and he did just that. After laughing at me and calling me a ‘pussy faggot.’ Could’ve been much worse. He could’ve beaten me to a pulp or mistaken me for a girl and try to sexually harass me. I said disgusting myself with the image.
‘yuck.’ I thought shaking my shoulders as I headed towards the cafeteria.
I looked down at my outfit and then around at the people sitting at the tables. No one looked as though they would invite me to sit with them or even looked like we’d have similar interests. I exhaled and walked to the long table across the room. A couple people’s eyes followed me but their whispers made me cringe. What could be so direly important about the new kid that I have to be the subject of conversation? I thought quietly eating my biscuits and gravy as a long hair blonde, what looked like a girl at first, boy walked up to me and sat down.
“Hello I’m Jonne.” He said a cheerful smile on his face. “Don’t worry about all the people here. I transferred here from Finland last year and I got the same looks. They basically taunt you the first month but then it dies down. The only one’s who can’t stop calling you names are the football idiots and that’s because they’d pretty much like to molest you. But they won’t let anyone know that.” He said with a wink and I sat back aghast. I was so surprised to find someone from my own homeland and let alone someone who approached me first.
“H-hi, I’m Ville. I transferred here from Finland too.”
“Well even if you wouldn’t have said anything I would’ve noticed.” My face was contorted into a look of confusion.
“Accent and your sitting by yourself without having anybody invite you to sit with them. In my case, if your foreign and slightly resemble a girl… your not on the popular list. But I don’t really mind. Besides I like freaking them out and after awhile some of them start to come around and realize your just a normal person.” I was bewildered by how much such a small and fragile looking human being could talk and have experienced.
“Well then, I guess it’s good you transferred here or I would have no one.”
“I’m glad we could be friends.” He said with a gleam in his eyes.
“Yeah.” I answered, hoping that the rest of the day would go more smoothly
After breakfast, Jonne showed me my locker and snatched my schedule before I could peek at it.
“Well, it is a small world after all. We have all the same classes. P.E first block? That’s gonna be a bummer. Just a tip change in the bathroom before and after P.E. Locker rooms aren’t a good place for us. O and keep your stuff in your locker so it doesn’t get taken. The jocks like to do that on your first day.”
“What do you mean not a good place for us?” I said a little offended.
“Sorry didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers but if they don’t like me in the locker room then there probably not gonna like you too much.” I couldn’t seen anything wrong with the way he worded it that time but I couldn’t help the feeling that we were going to be good friends.
After P.E. I was walking down the hall when it happened. The moment he entered my life and stood before my eyes. I couldn’t breathe, is was as though I had swallowed something and couldn’t cough it back up. I stood stalk still as everyone filed around me, I studied him. The way his brown curls hung in his eyes and the way his pants were baggy but his shirt clung to the skin. All these fantasies began to swarm in my mind until reality gave me a cold hard punch. I physically stepped back as I saw her. She walked up to him and began to kiss and hug him. My heart sank deep into my stomach and I never knew I could feel as much for an individual, that I didn’t even know, as I did know. I could see why he was into her, she was a beautiful girl, but after that thought enter my mind a look of disgust crossed my face. I’m lying! How could he touch such a person. What could he possibly see in her? If Jonne hadn’t jerked me back into the present time I probably would’ve marched up to her and started yelling all these obscenities in her face. Shaking my head back and forth, I couldn’t believe what my body was doing. Hormones and testosterone was rising in my body and I couldn’t do anything to push it back down.
“Ville are you okay?” Jonne asked looking at me and then glancing in the direction I was fixated at. Jonne began to shake his head up and down.
“Okay I get it.” He slapped me across the face to snap me from my dream world and man did it work.
“What the fuck you do that for?”
“Oh someone’s angry are we. You know if you want to win him over that kind of attitude isn’t gonna work.” He said grabbing my arm so we could head to our next class.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw the way you were looking at him. His name’s Bam by the way and the girlfriend’s Missy.” As soon as Jonne uttered her name I jerked myself away from him.
“I wasn’t looking at anybody any way.”
“Sure you weren’t. Because if you were than you’d react exactly how you did when I said Missy.” As I was about to spout out in a angry way I realized how ridiculous I was acting.
“Sorry… I can’t help it, I just got jealous I guess.”
“Jealous? If looks could kill she would’ve died a million times already.” I began to smile and laugh. He was right about that one.
“Our class is right here.” He said reaching for the scruff of my shirt and pulling me into the room. When I saw her again I just wanted to jump her right then and there. I clenched my fists but held in my anger.
“Cool down tiger. Take a deep breath and count to ten.” He giggled walking over to the middle table.
I could hardly get anything done in art. I kept glancing at Missy and wondering what Bam saw in her when he looked at her. Then I started to wonder how Bam got his name. I’d think of perverted reasons why I would’ve given him the nick name if I was with him. Once in the middle of the block I guess I made a weird noise or face and everybody turned around and glanced at me and Jonne cracked up laughing. I sunk in my seat and turned from pale white to beat red. There was no way I was ever going to admit to anyone what I had just visualized in my mind. A person who could persuade anybody couldn’t get me to give in, no way!
After school was over I waited down near the snack machine for Jonne to talk with the teacher. At that moment my heart skipped a beat because Bam walked up and was getting something out of the snack machines too.
“Hey, you new?”
“Y-yea I’m Ville. From Finland.” I said my throat throbbing and hands shaking.
“Cool I’m Bam.” He said his mischievous smile almost breaking my heart as she ran up to him and jumped on his back.
“Hey Mis! You stayin after school for art? Cause you’re giving me a ride.” I just stared at them as though the were out of this world. I couldn’t imagine what God was thinking, if he existed, when he created Bam and then Missy. As Jonne came sulking down the stairs Bam turned to leave and my heart sunk.
“Oh! Bye Vil, I’ll see ya around. Maybe we can hang out sometime.” A smile crossed my face and heart as he waved.
“Sure. I’d loved to.” I waved back and Jonne walked up to me.
“So I see prince charming met Cinderella.” He said with loads of sarcasm
“And what are you the wicked step sister.” Jonne scoffed as I laughed.
“How could you say such a thing. I’m the mouse that helps sew the dress.” Jonne answered purchasing a soda from the machine.
“Of course how could I not know you were destined to be a rodent.”
“Hey you better watch it.” Jonne said reaching out to hit me but being to slow. I began to tackle him and we started rolling around as someone came out of the art room. I quickly jumped up and dusted myself off.
“Umm… h-hi.” I said as Missy looked at me and Jonne.
“Well are you gonna stand there and be an asshole or help me up.” He said being his usual wise-ass self.
“Oh stuff it.”
“Ouch that hurt.” Jonne said pretending to have been poked.
I got home from school with a big smile on my face and my parents were surprised.
“You make any friends?”
“Yea, one. He’s from Finland too. His name is Jonne, Jonne Aaron. He’s really cool and we have all of the same classes.” I said pouring some milk.
“Well aren’t you just lucky.” My mum said, placing four cookies in front of me. I chowed them down ravenously and then headed towards my room to write some new songs. Whatever was going to happen with Bam this year had left my mind. But what I didn’t know is how quickly it would all blow back in my face.
♥ Ashley
Author: vamxaddict
Pairing: vam & bam/missy mention but not main pair
Rating: PG-13 or R
Summary: I don’t have one but I want you to know that some of this story is loosely based on what
happened between me and this guy I really liked. Some of these experiences are my own. But it’s VERY
LOOSELY based. Hope you enjoy! =]
Introduction
I walk down the halls in school, remembering that it’s almost three years since the day I met you. Since the day our worlds collided and nothing was ever the same. Don’t ask me how I survived it because it was nothing short of painful. The smell of the freshly cleaned floors lingers in my nostrils, a little tear squeezed out of my eye because it made me feel for you. Maybe not in the way many think but there was definitely something there. You sent me a letter, several pages long after that year, explaining why everything was going to happen, as it did. Your story was never told and I know no one could say it better than you, but I’m going to try. I want nothing more than people to know the truth, what he did to you. So everyone knows that
the truth they live with is a lie.
Chapter One: High School Awkwardness
I walked towards the school with caution. I loved how the sound of the leaves crunching underneath my chucks faded into the music. The sound made me relax a little but I was still uptight. It was my first day of freshman year in a strange town and I had no one. I was scared that if I just walked up and introduced myself to someone they’d run away screaming. I’m not like everyone else, even if the don’t know that it frightens me. I’m different and I just feel that everyone can see right through me… or more and less I’m just afraid they can.
The school comes into view and I stop at the top of the hill. I stare down at my beat up shoes and take in a deep breath. I began to trudge along my heart beating faster and faster. I walk into the open doors and look up. All the faces seem to be peering down at me and my palms get sweatier. I re-grip my backpack and head towards the office. My sneakers screeched on the polished floor as I enter the room. The old lady with badly colored brunette hair looks up at me.
“How may I help you dear?” She looked at me over her glasses and warmed me with a gentle smile.
“Well, I’m new here and I was told that I need to come here the first day of school and get my schedule.”
“Of course.” She said getting up from her chair and walking towards the filing cabinet. “Name please.”
“Vil-ah Valo.” I answer, main emphasis on my first name hoping she’d get it right.
“Vil-ah? Well, thanks for helping an old bird like me to pronounce it right.” I gave a little giggle at the comparison she used and smiled. She seemed more likely to fit the little old librarian title then secretary. She handed me the starched white paper and I exited the room but not before she said, “Good luck.” and shooed me off.
I stumbled out of the office and stared at the faces around me. Unable to deal with the glances I decided to try and find the bathroom. I didn’t want to burden anyone by asking so I just followed behind some guys walking down the hallway to the right. When I finally located the bathroom I was glad no one was inside. I grabbed some of the eyeliner out of my bag and reapplied it. As I was just about to put it away a beefy looking football player entered the room. My insides were squealing ‘please, spare me’ and he did just that. After laughing at me and calling me a ‘pussy faggot.’ Could’ve been much worse. He could’ve beaten me to a pulp or mistaken me for a girl and try to sexually harass me. I said disgusting myself with the image.
‘yuck.’ I thought shaking my shoulders as I headed towards the cafeteria.
I looked down at my outfit and then around at the people sitting at the tables. No one looked as though they would invite me to sit with them or even looked like we’d have similar interests. I exhaled and walked to the long table across the room. A couple people’s eyes followed me but their whispers made me cringe. What could be so direly important about the new kid that I have to be the subject of conversation? I thought quietly eating my biscuits and gravy as a long hair blonde, what looked like a girl at first, boy walked up to me and sat down.
“Hello I’m Jonne.” He said a cheerful smile on his face. “Don’t worry about all the people here. I transferred here from Finland last year and I got the same looks. They basically taunt you the first month but then it dies down. The only one’s who can’t stop calling you names are the football idiots and that’s because they’d pretty much like to molest you. But they won’t let anyone know that.” He said with a wink and I sat back aghast. I was so surprised to find someone from my own homeland and let alone someone who approached me first.
“H-hi, I’m Ville. I transferred here from Finland too.”
“Well even if you wouldn’t have said anything I would’ve noticed.” My face was contorted into a look of confusion.
“Accent and your sitting by yourself without having anybody invite you to sit with them. In my case, if your foreign and slightly resemble a girl… your not on the popular list. But I don’t really mind. Besides I like freaking them out and after awhile some of them start to come around and realize your just a normal person.” I was bewildered by how much such a small and fragile looking human being could talk and have experienced.
“Well then, I guess it’s good you transferred here or I would have no one.”
“I’m glad we could be friends.” He said with a gleam in his eyes.
“Yeah.” I answered, hoping that the rest of the day would go more smoothly
After breakfast, Jonne showed me my locker and snatched my schedule before I could peek at it.
“Well, it is a small world after all. We have all the same classes. P.E first block? That’s gonna be a bummer. Just a tip change in the bathroom before and after P.E. Locker rooms aren’t a good place for us. O and keep your stuff in your locker so it doesn’t get taken. The jocks like to do that on your first day.”
“What do you mean not a good place for us?” I said a little offended.
“Sorry didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers but if they don’t like me in the locker room then there probably not gonna like you too much.” I couldn’t seen anything wrong with the way he worded it that time but I couldn’t help the feeling that we were going to be good friends.
After P.E. I was walking down the hall when it happened. The moment he entered my life and stood before my eyes. I couldn’t breathe, is was as though I had swallowed something and couldn’t cough it back up. I stood stalk still as everyone filed around me, I studied him. The way his brown curls hung in his eyes and the way his pants were baggy but his shirt clung to the skin. All these fantasies began to swarm in my mind until reality gave me a cold hard punch. I physically stepped back as I saw her. She walked up to him and began to kiss and hug him. My heart sank deep into my stomach and I never knew I could feel as much for an individual, that I didn’t even know, as I did know. I could see why he was into her, she was a beautiful girl, but after that thought enter my mind a look of disgust crossed my face. I’m lying! How could he touch such a person. What could he possibly see in her? If Jonne hadn’t jerked me back into the present time I probably would’ve marched up to her and started yelling all these obscenities in her face. Shaking my head back and forth, I couldn’t believe what my body was doing. Hormones and testosterone was rising in my body and I couldn’t do anything to push it back down.
“Ville are you okay?” Jonne asked looking at me and then glancing in the direction I was fixated at. Jonne began to shake his head up and down.
“Okay I get it.” He slapped me across the face to snap me from my dream world and man did it work.
“What the fuck you do that for?”
“Oh someone’s angry are we. You know if you want to win him over that kind of attitude isn’t gonna work.” He said grabbing my arm so we could head to our next class.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw the way you were looking at him. His name’s Bam by the way and the girlfriend’s Missy.” As soon as Jonne uttered her name I jerked myself away from him.
“I wasn’t looking at anybody any way.”
“Sure you weren’t. Because if you were than you’d react exactly how you did when I said Missy.” As I was about to spout out in a angry way I realized how ridiculous I was acting.
“Sorry… I can’t help it, I just got jealous I guess.”
“Jealous? If looks could kill she would’ve died a million times already.” I began to smile and laugh. He was right about that one.
“Our class is right here.” He said reaching for the scruff of my shirt and pulling me into the room. When I saw her again I just wanted to jump her right then and there. I clenched my fists but held in my anger.
“Cool down tiger. Take a deep breath and count to ten.” He giggled walking over to the middle table.
I could hardly get anything done in art. I kept glancing at Missy and wondering what Bam saw in her when he looked at her. Then I started to wonder how Bam got his name. I’d think of perverted reasons why I would’ve given him the nick name if I was with him. Once in the middle of the block I guess I made a weird noise or face and everybody turned around and glanced at me and Jonne cracked up laughing. I sunk in my seat and turned from pale white to beat red. There was no way I was ever going to admit to anyone what I had just visualized in my mind. A person who could persuade anybody couldn’t get me to give in, no way!
After school was over I waited down near the snack machine for Jonne to talk with the teacher. At that moment my heart skipped a beat because Bam walked up and was getting something out of the snack machines too.
“Hey, you new?”
“Y-yea I’m Ville. From Finland.” I said my throat throbbing and hands shaking.
“Cool I’m Bam.” He said his mischievous smile almost breaking my heart as she ran up to him and jumped on his back.
“Hey Mis! You stayin after school for art? Cause you’re giving me a ride.” I just stared at them as though the were out of this world. I couldn’t imagine what God was thinking, if he existed, when he created Bam and then Missy. As Jonne came sulking down the stairs Bam turned to leave and my heart sunk.
“Oh! Bye Vil, I’ll see ya around. Maybe we can hang out sometime.” A smile crossed my face and heart as he waved.
“Sure. I’d loved to.” I waved back and Jonne walked up to me.
“So I see prince charming met Cinderella.” He said with loads of sarcasm
“And what are you the wicked step sister.” Jonne scoffed as I laughed.
“How could you say such a thing. I’m the mouse that helps sew the dress.” Jonne answered purchasing a soda from the machine.
“Of course how could I not know you were destined to be a rodent.”
“Hey you better watch it.” Jonne said reaching out to hit me but being to slow. I began to tackle him and we started rolling around as someone came out of the art room. I quickly jumped up and dusted myself off.
“Umm… h-hi.” I said as Missy looked at me and Jonne.
“Well are you gonna stand there and be an asshole or help me up.” He said being his usual wise-ass self.
“Oh stuff it.”
“Ouch that hurt.” Jonne said pretending to have been poked.
I got home from school with a big smile on my face and my parents were surprised.
“You make any friends?”
“Yea, one. He’s from Finland too. His name is Jonne, Jonne Aaron. He’s really cool and we have all of the same classes.” I said pouring some milk.
“Well aren’t you just lucky.” My mum said, placing four cookies in front of me. I chowed them down ravenously and then headed towards my room to write some new songs. Whatever was going to happen with Bam this year had left my mind. But what I didn’t know is how quickly it would all blow back in my face.
♥ Ashley