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OMFG...my first Vam post! I have been on here for ages, checking old and new stuff out alike..you may recognize me from your comment board?
This is the first postable story I've written though :)
Title: Tearing Apart
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Pairing: well, DUH, Vam the greatest pairing in the history of all that is fabulous
Rating: Weeeeellll, it's R for swearing right now but that could change!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them, I don't know them, I haven't even mustered up the courage to send Bammie an email on his Radio show yet...and the first time I see them will be in August so I don't have that claim to fame either
*Ville's POV*
I close the fangirl-site with a sigh. I've really got to stop smiling every single time I see him. If the bloody fangirls notice, surely he will eventually, and then it'll all go to hell.
I can't really help it, though. I mean, how do you stop a smile when an adorably bratty skaterboy with blue eyes that sparkle and a smile that's infectious talks to you, hugs you, fucking looks at you!
It's ruined many a video take and I'm sure they edit some of our footage out of his many DVDs, sure that it'd be bad publicity if the public found out how infatuated I am with him. I mean, every single time he so much as glances my way, even through a camera lens, my face stretches in a wide, goofy grin and my eyes light up. How could anyone possibly not notice?
Now that's not to mention the fact that I can't seem to stop touching him, I call him at least once a week, more than I call anyone, even my own mum, and my attention just..stops whenever he's around. When that boy walks in a room, I could be thanking the cunty Academy or whatever bullshit for the Artist of the Year on national television, and my eyes will immediately turn to him, and then it all goes downhill from there, 'cause not one thing on this earth can draw my attention away.
I hope if he hasn't noticed, neither have his friends, or worse, his wife. Missy is quite a bit smarter than her naive little hubby who happens to be my best friend, and not nearly as naive. She's prolly seen something deeper in my actions, but I doubt she'd ever call me on it. She and Bam act more like friends than lovers, anyway. If he did, in some fucking miraculous twist of fate, ever want me the way I want him, I doubt she'd bat an eyelash.
That'd be quite odd, I must say. It'd be one of the few times since we really became good friends that Bam has surprised me if he told me that he felt the same as I do, for one because he'd actually noticed, and for two 'cause he'd figured out he could accept that he was gay and in love with his best friend.
Yes, in love. I fucking said in love; 'cause that's the way I feel, and I should hope I wouldn't be just a one-off to him, after how long we've known each other.
This really isn't the place to have inward conversations, I realize as a couple stares at my melancholic and pensive face. I'm waiting for Bammie to come get me at the airport where I'm sitting outside a second rate coffee shop smoking one of my fags and contemplating the meaning of life, or love at least. He swears to me I've never lived until I've seen a fourth of July fireworks display, and hell, I'm over here anyway to do the tour, so I figured I'd take him up on his offer to come see one with him.
I see his familiar mop of bouncy brown curls before he makes his way over to me, and as he whirls around in the middle of the room we're in, searching for me, his eyes meet mine. I can feel the goddamned smile starting to work its way across my face, but I start to relax 'cause his grin is just as wide and his beautiful blue eyes glitter with happiness as he sprints over to me.
It's in full effect, now. I'm officially smiling so big my face might crack under the pressure, again. But all my worries fade to nothing when he tackles me back onto the bench from where I stood, hugging me around the waist with all the force of a baby who's just found his favorite stuffed bear. "Willa," he squeals in delight, and my smile turns tender. I always have to stop and pinch myself at the fact that he misses me so much.
"Bammie," I murmur, stroking my hand through his soft curls as I hold him tightly to me. It's these moments I can almost believe someday he'll fall for me too, and fuck does it feel good to have that thought. "So, you gonna hold me like a bloody teddy for eternity or you gonna help me with these damned heavy bags?" He laughs, pulling away from me with a grimace of what I could say is reluctance if I didn't know my Bammie; he just doesn't want to do work.
"Yeah, Ville, I'll get a couple, you get a couple, sound alright?" Surprisingly, he grabs the two biggest and lugs them along, me following him, spitting my fag onto the ground and helping him put my stuff in his Lambo. I swear, that thing is not equipped to carry lots of luggage.
He pushes me into the passenger seat and gets into the other side, turning the key and backing us out of the airport lot. Once on the road back to Castle Bam, he looks at me with a grin. "You'd think I'd asked you to move in or some shit with all the shit you brought, dude."
He's teasing me, I love that about him. "Well, I don't think your mom would like that very much. We'd tear up the place for a full fucking 365 days, man, and you know we goddamned hate cleaning up."
He giggles, yes he does giggle, he giggles for me. "I don't think I'd mind seeing the look on Ape's face, but I know we both got some serious fucking shit lined up for our schedules, too much to let you live with me."
I laugh. "Yeah, I gotta tour the States for the next fucking two months, Bammie. I'm afraid this is all you're gonna see me for a long-ass time."
His smile dims a bit, but he pretends that he doesn't know I noticed. "Well, fuck, glad I got you here now then!"
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I know it's a bit short. More coming soon, promise. I'd love some comments and some constructive criticism, as it isn't my first Vam, but my ...third and my first post EVER. However, I beg of you, don't be TOO harsh.
This is the first postable story I've written though :)
Title: Tearing Apart
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Pairing: well, DUH, Vam the greatest pairing in the history of all that is fabulous
Rating: Weeeeellll, it's R for swearing right now but that could change!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them, I don't know them, I haven't even mustered up the courage to send Bammie an email on his Radio show yet...and the first time I see them will be in August so I don't have that claim to fame either
*Ville's POV*
I close the fangirl-site with a sigh. I've really got to stop smiling every single time I see him. If the bloody fangirls notice, surely he will eventually, and then it'll all go to hell.
I can't really help it, though. I mean, how do you stop a smile when an adorably bratty skaterboy with blue eyes that sparkle and a smile that's infectious talks to you, hugs you, fucking looks at you!
It's ruined many a video take and I'm sure they edit some of our footage out of his many DVDs, sure that it'd be bad publicity if the public found out how infatuated I am with him. I mean, every single time he so much as glances my way, even through a camera lens, my face stretches in a wide, goofy grin and my eyes light up. How could anyone possibly not notice?
Now that's not to mention the fact that I can't seem to stop touching him, I call him at least once a week, more than I call anyone, even my own mum, and my attention just..stops whenever he's around. When that boy walks in a room, I could be thanking the cunty Academy or whatever bullshit for the Artist of the Year on national television, and my eyes will immediately turn to him, and then it all goes downhill from there, 'cause not one thing on this earth can draw my attention away.
I hope if he hasn't noticed, neither have his friends, or worse, his wife. Missy is quite a bit smarter than her naive little hubby who happens to be my best friend, and not nearly as naive. She's prolly seen something deeper in my actions, but I doubt she'd ever call me on it. She and Bam act more like friends than lovers, anyway. If he did, in some fucking miraculous twist of fate, ever want me the way I want him, I doubt she'd bat an eyelash.
That'd be quite odd, I must say. It'd be one of the few times since we really became good friends that Bam has surprised me if he told me that he felt the same as I do, for one because he'd actually noticed, and for two 'cause he'd figured out he could accept that he was gay and in love with his best friend.
Yes, in love. I fucking said in love; 'cause that's the way I feel, and I should hope I wouldn't be just a one-off to him, after how long we've known each other.
This really isn't the place to have inward conversations, I realize as a couple stares at my melancholic and pensive face. I'm waiting for Bammie to come get me at the airport where I'm sitting outside a second rate coffee shop smoking one of my fags and contemplating the meaning of life, or love at least. He swears to me I've never lived until I've seen a fourth of July fireworks display, and hell, I'm over here anyway to do the tour, so I figured I'd take him up on his offer to come see one with him.
I see his familiar mop of bouncy brown curls before he makes his way over to me, and as he whirls around in the middle of the room we're in, searching for me, his eyes meet mine. I can feel the goddamned smile starting to work its way across my face, but I start to relax 'cause his grin is just as wide and his beautiful blue eyes glitter with happiness as he sprints over to me.
It's in full effect, now. I'm officially smiling so big my face might crack under the pressure, again. But all my worries fade to nothing when he tackles me back onto the bench from where I stood, hugging me around the waist with all the force of a baby who's just found his favorite stuffed bear. "Willa," he squeals in delight, and my smile turns tender. I always have to stop and pinch myself at the fact that he misses me so much.
"Bammie," I murmur, stroking my hand through his soft curls as I hold him tightly to me. It's these moments I can almost believe someday he'll fall for me too, and fuck does it feel good to have that thought. "So, you gonna hold me like a bloody teddy for eternity or you gonna help me with these damned heavy bags?" He laughs, pulling away from me with a grimace of what I could say is reluctance if I didn't know my Bammie; he just doesn't want to do work.
"Yeah, Ville, I'll get a couple, you get a couple, sound alright?" Surprisingly, he grabs the two biggest and lugs them along, me following him, spitting my fag onto the ground and helping him put my stuff in his Lambo. I swear, that thing is not equipped to carry lots of luggage.
He pushes me into the passenger seat and gets into the other side, turning the key and backing us out of the airport lot. Once on the road back to Castle Bam, he looks at me with a grin. "You'd think I'd asked you to move in or some shit with all the shit you brought, dude."
He's teasing me, I love that about him. "Well, I don't think your mom would like that very much. We'd tear up the place for a full fucking 365 days, man, and you know we goddamned hate cleaning up."
He giggles, yes he does giggle, he giggles for me. "I don't think I'd mind seeing the look on Ape's face, but I know we both got some serious fucking shit lined up for our schedules, too much to let you live with me."
I laugh. "Yeah, I gotta tour the States for the next fucking two months, Bammie. I'm afraid this is all you're gonna see me for a long-ass time."
His smile dims a bit, but he pretends that he doesn't know I noticed. "Well, fuck, glad I got you here now then!"
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I know it's a bit short. More coming soon, promise. I'd love some comments and some constructive criticism, as it isn't my first Vam, but my ...third and my first post EVER. However, I beg of you, don't be TOO harsh.