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Title: Babysitting
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-15(for now, hehe)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, if they didn't we sure as hell wouldn't be writing all of this, would we.
Summary: Ville has moved to London and needs to get a part-time job to keep himself afloat while trying to set up his band. He finds the add for a posh family's babysitter and thinks its a good idea. He just doesn't realise that their little 'Bam' is not some sweet six year old, but a hormonal sixteen year old who has scared away his previous minders.
Yes indeed, it is another post! Shocked aren't you :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
New Chapter;
Ok, once again, a huge amount of love to crimsonyght666 for being my beta for this little story! xxx
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By five o'clock Ville was getting restless, Bam still hadn't finished.
Not that he wanted to see the brat. He just didn't have anything to do, especially when he'd long since finished sneaking around the house.
For the most part the rooms were run of the mill, all except for one drawer in Bams' room.
It was full of photos; baby Bam, Bam in karate gear, Bam's first skateboard, Bams' first skating competition and Bams' first gold cup. Then Bam, Mrs. Margera, and a grinning, happy man with arms lovingly wrapped around his small family. Even though it was just a photo, it was obvious what the maid had meant.
The cheeky grin, those twinkling blue eyes that shone from the paper; Bam was like a carbon copy of his father.
If it weren't for this drawer, a visitor would have no idea who lived in the house. There were no photos on the walls, the mantelpiece, anywhere.
Where they ashamed, or was the truth just to hard to bear?
Yes, some interior designer had designed a beautiful house with luxury rooms. They just had no life to them, like show rooms in Ikea.
Deciding to find out whatever was keeping Bam so amused, Ville made his way downstairs, headed for the back door in the hall way.
Walking past what he knew to be the laundry room, he could hear the sound of machines whirring and the maid singing to herself in Italian. That woman must have seen a lot in her time in the house, she may not be fluent in English but she could certainly understand it.
Maybe one day he would find some answers from her about the families past.
Outside in the fresh air Ville noticed that the garden was actually much bigger than he'd previously thought. It in fact curved around to the left from the area he had landed in before with the pool in.
He could hear the sound of a males voice shouting encouragement from somewhere and some fast-moving sound, buzzing up and down.
Slowly meandering down the neatly cutgrass, Ville lit up a cigarette from his newly bought pack. Looking around his surroundings, Ville felt as if he had swapped bodies and was the owner of this vast property.
He was taking a walk around his estate; smoke trailing from his lips as he wandered like a pensive poet.
The autumn light barely casting a shadow on his lone form, as he walked, planting invisible footprints in the ground. There were no problems; he had everything at his command, working for his personal satisfaction.
He would perhaps have some weeping willows planted, so he could slip amongst their delicate branches, water droplets hanging from their tips, suspended for just a moment.
As he let his imagination of this dream life run away with him, he vaguely noticed the sounds growing louder from his peaceful silence.
Looking up, thinking of the theme for his next literary masterpiece, he saw two flying angels dipping and falling in the air. One with short dark brown hair was contently flying, focussed on watching the other heavenly being. What a sight to behold it was.
The second of the two was flying significantly higher, twisting and spinning in the air, a look of eternal joy beaming on his soft features. This was his heavenly lover, realised Ville. The person he looked to as his muse, needing nothing more than each other to fulfill each other.
"Fuck!"
Ville's spell was broken as he watched his angels fall to the ground, one kicking at something on the floor angrily. It was Bam, falling off of his skateboard.
The boy made to get back on the board, running a hand agitatedly through his curling hair. Ville standing off to the side, cigarette clutched to his lips, felt his heart stop as he saw those clear blue eyes catch his.
For a moment he thought that they shared something, a deeper understanding perhaps.
"What are you doing out here?" Frowned the angel. Ville sighed as his dream was shattered yet again. He didn't have a mansion, he wasn't a distinguished poet; he was just the Finn living in a dump of a flat far from his homeland.
Ville simply shook his head, not even bothering to answer in case he had to call the boy Sir again. He turned and started to walk back to the house.
A calm voice pierced through his thoughts, "Is that the new babysitter?"
Remembering the other skater, Ville turned back.
Bam was mumbling something that he couldn't hear to the older man, causing him to shake his head and laugh, skating over to where Ville stood by the half-pipe.
He looked like a pretty likeable guy, quick to laugh but with a kind heart.
"I'm Bams' PE coach, Birdman." He grinned.
Ville smiled back, taking his cigarette from his lips, "I am Ville, the lowly servant to master Bam."
The 'Birdman' laughed pleasantly at this, Ville could tell he had found someone who understood his problems.
"Is that right?" He turned to look at Bam, standing sulkily with his board in his hand.
"I think that is just what he would like you to believe." He whispered.
Ville laughed at this idea, "He's doing a pretty good job of it so far."
"Hawk, we getting started again?" Called the moody boy, walking sullenly over to the two of them.
Birdman gives Bams' shoulder a friendly tug, "Just meeting the new dude, bit different from your usual minders, hey?"
Bam shrugged, not looking at Ville as a slight blush crept over his cheeks.
"Come on, you are allowed to admit to liking people." The guy laughed, Ville watched Bam smirking, trying not to laugh and aggravate Bam even more than he was indirectly doing.
Bam just snorted and ran back up to the top of the ramp before kicking himself off, effectively ignoring the two of them.
"He likes you then!"
Ville rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, we are best buddies."
"Nah, he'll come round man. Good kid really, despite it all." He smiled and raised a hand in farewell before going to join Bam.
Viewing them both, expertly sweeping up the pipe, changing directions seamlessly, with no sense of crashing. Skating was always something Ville had always liked to watch, occasionally getting on a board himself even.
He wasn't going to stare at Bam all day though, he was already preparing for whatever Bam would do to get back at him for 'humiliating' him in front of his coach.
If this Birdman thought Bam was alright, then obviously he wasn't just a brat. His blushing had sort of proved that, hadn't it?
It was all too difficult for now.
Heading back to the house, Ville's nose picked up the scent of food. It must be nearly time for Bams' dinner. He sped up to find out what he would be getting to placate his growling stomach with.
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'Kay, that's it for now. I am getting reports of Vam coming this way very soon, do not fear!
P.S. I know it's short but a short post now means a longer one next time. See, not so bad huh?
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-15(for now, hehe)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, if they didn't we sure as hell wouldn't be writing all of this, would we.
Summary: Ville has moved to London and needs to get a part-time job to keep himself afloat while trying to set up his band. He finds the add for a posh family's babysitter and thinks its a good idea. He just doesn't realise that their little 'Bam' is not some sweet six year old, but a hormonal sixteen year old who has scared away his previous minders.
Yes indeed, it is another post! Shocked aren't you :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
New Chapter;
Ok, once again, a huge amount of love to crimsonyght666 for being my beta for this little story! xxx
--
By five o'clock Ville was getting restless, Bam still hadn't finished.
Not that he wanted to see the brat. He just didn't have anything to do, especially when he'd long since finished sneaking around the house.
For the most part the rooms were run of the mill, all except for one drawer in Bams' room.
It was full of photos; baby Bam, Bam in karate gear, Bam's first skateboard, Bams' first skating competition and Bams' first gold cup. Then Bam, Mrs. Margera, and a grinning, happy man with arms lovingly wrapped around his small family. Even though it was just a photo, it was obvious what the maid had meant.
The cheeky grin, those twinkling blue eyes that shone from the paper; Bam was like a carbon copy of his father.
If it weren't for this drawer, a visitor would have no idea who lived in the house. There were no photos on the walls, the mantelpiece, anywhere.
Where they ashamed, or was the truth just to hard to bear?
Yes, some interior designer had designed a beautiful house with luxury rooms. They just had no life to them, like show rooms in Ikea.
Deciding to find out whatever was keeping Bam so amused, Ville made his way downstairs, headed for the back door in the hall way.
Walking past what he knew to be the laundry room, he could hear the sound of machines whirring and the maid singing to herself in Italian. That woman must have seen a lot in her time in the house, she may not be fluent in English but she could certainly understand it.
Maybe one day he would find some answers from her about the families past.
Outside in the fresh air Ville noticed that the garden was actually much bigger than he'd previously thought. It in fact curved around to the left from the area he had landed in before with the pool in.
He could hear the sound of a males voice shouting encouragement from somewhere and some fast-moving sound, buzzing up and down.
Slowly meandering down the neatly cutgrass, Ville lit up a cigarette from his newly bought pack. Looking around his surroundings, Ville felt as if he had swapped bodies and was the owner of this vast property.
He was taking a walk around his estate; smoke trailing from his lips as he wandered like a pensive poet.
The autumn light barely casting a shadow on his lone form, as he walked, planting invisible footprints in the ground. There were no problems; he had everything at his command, working for his personal satisfaction.
He would perhaps have some weeping willows planted, so he could slip amongst their delicate branches, water droplets hanging from their tips, suspended for just a moment.
As he let his imagination of this dream life run away with him, he vaguely noticed the sounds growing louder from his peaceful silence.
Looking up, thinking of the theme for his next literary masterpiece, he saw two flying angels dipping and falling in the air. One with short dark brown hair was contently flying, focussed on watching the other heavenly being. What a sight to behold it was.
The second of the two was flying significantly higher, twisting and spinning in the air, a look of eternal joy beaming on his soft features. This was his heavenly lover, realised Ville. The person he looked to as his muse, needing nothing more than each other to fulfill each other.
"Fuck!"
Ville's spell was broken as he watched his angels fall to the ground, one kicking at something on the floor angrily. It was Bam, falling off of his skateboard.
The boy made to get back on the board, running a hand agitatedly through his curling hair. Ville standing off to the side, cigarette clutched to his lips, felt his heart stop as he saw those clear blue eyes catch his.
For a moment he thought that they shared something, a deeper understanding perhaps.
"What are you doing out here?" Frowned the angel. Ville sighed as his dream was shattered yet again. He didn't have a mansion, he wasn't a distinguished poet; he was just the Finn living in a dump of a flat far from his homeland.
Ville simply shook his head, not even bothering to answer in case he had to call the boy Sir again. He turned and started to walk back to the house.
A calm voice pierced through his thoughts, "Is that the new babysitter?"
Remembering the other skater, Ville turned back.
Bam was mumbling something that he couldn't hear to the older man, causing him to shake his head and laugh, skating over to where Ville stood by the half-pipe.
He looked like a pretty likeable guy, quick to laugh but with a kind heart.
"I'm Bams' PE coach, Birdman." He grinned.
Ville smiled back, taking his cigarette from his lips, "I am Ville, the lowly servant to master Bam."
The 'Birdman' laughed pleasantly at this, Ville could tell he had found someone who understood his problems.
"Is that right?" He turned to look at Bam, standing sulkily with his board in his hand.
"I think that is just what he would like you to believe." He whispered.
Ville laughed at this idea, "He's doing a pretty good job of it so far."
"Hawk, we getting started again?" Called the moody boy, walking sullenly over to the two of them.
Birdman gives Bams' shoulder a friendly tug, "Just meeting the new dude, bit different from your usual minders, hey?"
Bam shrugged, not looking at Ville as a slight blush crept over his cheeks.
"Come on, you are allowed to admit to liking people." The guy laughed, Ville watched Bam smirking, trying not to laugh and aggravate Bam even more than he was indirectly doing.
Bam just snorted and ran back up to the top of the ramp before kicking himself off, effectively ignoring the two of them.
"He likes you then!"
Ville rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, we are best buddies."
"Nah, he'll come round man. Good kid really, despite it all." He smiled and raised a hand in farewell before going to join Bam.
Viewing them both, expertly sweeping up the pipe, changing directions seamlessly, with no sense of crashing. Skating was always something Ville had always liked to watch, occasionally getting on a board himself even.
He wasn't going to stare at Bam all day though, he was already preparing for whatever Bam would do to get back at him for 'humiliating' him in front of his coach.
If this Birdman thought Bam was alright, then obviously he wasn't just a brat. His blushing had sort of proved that, hadn't it?
It was all too difficult for now.
Heading back to the house, Ville's nose picked up the scent of food. It must be nearly time for Bams' dinner. He sped up to find out what he would be getting to placate his growling stomach with.
--
'Kay, that's it for now. I am getting reports of Vam coming this way very soon, do not fear!
P.S. I know it's short but a short post now means a longer one next time. See, not so bad huh?