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Title: Tearing Apart
Chapter: 4
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: R still
Pairing: Vam duh and possibly some Bam/Jonne...idk yet ;)
Disclaimer: Well, Missy exists in the real world and in mine, she doesn't, so..yeah.
First Chapter
Second Chapter
Third Chapter
I can hear him pacing the room upstairs as I lean back in the chair and chew my pen to stop myself biting my nails down to where they bleed.
A loud question catches my ears. "Would you at least tell me why you're so pissed over something so fucking dumb, B?"
A heavy sigh and then, "He's supposed to know, unlike you fucks, that I don't like being called stupid when someone means it like that. A joke, sure whatever, a kick in the balls and we're even, but when someone actually thinks it, it really pisses me the fuck off."
"He does, man, I know he does. Dude, you should have seen him when he was apologizing; he looked like shit and he was so fucking heartbroken it was almost pathetic. Not that bullshit ass miserable poet shit he pulls for his image, no, like really fucking low."
"Seriously? Was he really that bad?"
"Yeah, babe, he was fucking broken up about this, make no mistake. I think you should forgive him."
"Well, what else did he say to make you think this shit?"
"What really made me think he was sincere was when he like begged me to make sure you weren't crying anymore. It hit him hard, I guess, seeing you cry when it's so fucking rare; he even said that he felt like he would cry himself, dude."
A sudden stampede of feet makes me turn to the stairway, pretending not to have heard and I stand up just in time to catch him as he throws himself into my arms, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck and plastering his body to mine as he buries his face in my chest. "I forgive you," he mumbles into my shirt as my arms come up to wrap around him. I thank about a thousand deities in my head as I hold him; Goddamn it feels good to have him in my arms again.
"Thank you, sweetheart." I murmur into his curls as we continue to stay wrapped around each other.
He backs away eventually to push my chest gently and say, "Never be that much of a fuckass again, Willa, or I might change my mind."
I laugh at his choice of insults as I nod my head. "Absolutely, darling, I promise."
That brilliant smile lights up his face again and I can't fight the grin, not this time. "Let's go fuck with Dunn; he's out fucking with Fast Eddie's, trying to make it a big ass patio for us to watch fireworks on." He grabs my hand and drags me out the door and through his fucking enormous backyard to where Ryan Dunn is destroying the casino and putting in chairs and shit.
"Yo, dickface, come down here!" As Dunn climbs down from the treetop casino, Bam takes a running jump and kicks him squarely in the left nut then falls on his back on the ground. I rub his back gently when I help him up, biting my lip to stifle giggles as Dunn falls right off the steps and onto the ground holding his balls.
"You fucking suck, dude!" He moans, holding himself. I can't help it, I start to laugh with Bam as Dunn rolls around in pain, grunting angrily.
Bam and I are bent double, laughing our asses off when we realize that Dunn has disappeared back up into the tree. He starts climbing down with a saw and Bam is off halfway across the yard, yelling, "Oh shit, man!"
I start after him, laughing along the way, managing to slide right into the house before he slams the door shut and runs upstairs.
He looks out the window of Ryan's bedroom and sees his blonde friend bent over cracking the fuck up. He opens the window and flips him the bird. "Fuck you, shithead!"
Ryan glares and starts to make his way up to the house, but is stopped by the sound of a car pulling in. "Yo, asshole, he's here!"
"Who-" But Bammie is already squealing and racing down the stairs to greet this mystery guest. I walk out of the room in time to see him jump on a blonde who I've been told bears a striking resemblance to me in both appearance and vocally, Jonne Aaron.
Truthfully, I've never had a problem with Jonne; he's a pretty cool guy and he has definite talent with his band, Negative.
But, I don't like anyone that close to my Bammie, close enough where he leaves me, his supposed best friend to go hug them just for arriving.
When Jonne winds his arms around Bam's waist and squeezes him just as tightly and tenderly as I was a few minutes ago I feel a little spike of jealousy shoot through my body. He never lets anyone hug him like that but me.
After he pulls away, I can see the sparkle in his eyes from here and it makes me want to punch something, preferrably the sickeningly adorable face of a certain blond singer. Only I can put that sparkle there, not anyone else.
I make my way down the stairs and am pleased to see as he says with his thick accent, "He-llo, Bahm," that he is not happy to see I am here, almost as unhappy as I am to see him.
"He-llo, Vill-uh," He ventures and I give him a curt nod in return.
"Jonne."
He shrugs at my cold greeting and turns back to Bam with a winning smile; I growl under my breath as Bammie turns his I'm-happy-just-to-be-in-your-presence smile on him.
That is my smile, my beautiful smile that he never bestows on absolutely anyone but me. Something must be done about this; I cannot lose Bammie to that glittery glam cutesy fairy prince.
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Yay, he forgave him! *thanks muse profusely* Comments are love, people, comments are love, and this is dedicated to all my lovely commenters from the past few chapters...you give me reason to write, darlings!
Chapter: 4
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: R still
Pairing: Vam duh and possibly some Bam/Jonne...idk yet ;)
Disclaimer: Well, Missy exists in the real world and in mine, she doesn't, so..yeah.
First Chapter
Second Chapter
Third Chapter
I can hear him pacing the room upstairs as I lean back in the chair and chew my pen to stop myself biting my nails down to where they bleed.
A loud question catches my ears. "Would you at least tell me why you're so pissed over something so fucking dumb, B?"
A heavy sigh and then, "He's supposed to know, unlike you fucks, that I don't like being called stupid when someone means it like that. A joke, sure whatever, a kick in the balls and we're even, but when someone actually thinks it, it really pisses me the fuck off."
"He does, man, I know he does. Dude, you should have seen him when he was apologizing; he looked like shit and he was so fucking heartbroken it was almost pathetic. Not that bullshit ass miserable poet shit he pulls for his image, no, like really fucking low."
"Seriously? Was he really that bad?"
"Yeah, babe, he was fucking broken up about this, make no mistake. I think you should forgive him."
"Well, what else did he say to make you think this shit?"
"What really made me think he was sincere was when he like begged me to make sure you weren't crying anymore. It hit him hard, I guess, seeing you cry when it's so fucking rare; he even said that he felt like he would cry himself, dude."
A sudden stampede of feet makes me turn to the stairway, pretending not to have heard and I stand up just in time to catch him as he throws himself into my arms, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck and plastering his body to mine as he buries his face in my chest. "I forgive you," he mumbles into my shirt as my arms come up to wrap around him. I thank about a thousand deities in my head as I hold him; Goddamn it feels good to have him in my arms again.
"Thank you, sweetheart." I murmur into his curls as we continue to stay wrapped around each other.
He backs away eventually to push my chest gently and say, "Never be that much of a fuckass again, Willa, or I might change my mind."
I laugh at his choice of insults as I nod my head. "Absolutely, darling, I promise."
That brilliant smile lights up his face again and I can't fight the grin, not this time. "Let's go fuck with Dunn; he's out fucking with Fast Eddie's, trying to make it a big ass patio for us to watch fireworks on." He grabs my hand and drags me out the door and through his fucking enormous backyard to where Ryan Dunn is destroying the casino and putting in chairs and shit.
"Yo, dickface, come down here!" As Dunn climbs down from the treetop casino, Bam takes a running jump and kicks him squarely in the left nut then falls on his back on the ground. I rub his back gently when I help him up, biting my lip to stifle giggles as Dunn falls right off the steps and onto the ground holding his balls.
"You fucking suck, dude!" He moans, holding himself. I can't help it, I start to laugh with Bam as Dunn rolls around in pain, grunting angrily.
Bam and I are bent double, laughing our asses off when we realize that Dunn has disappeared back up into the tree. He starts climbing down with a saw and Bam is off halfway across the yard, yelling, "Oh shit, man!"
I start after him, laughing along the way, managing to slide right into the house before he slams the door shut and runs upstairs.
He looks out the window of Ryan's bedroom and sees his blonde friend bent over cracking the fuck up. He opens the window and flips him the bird. "Fuck you, shithead!"
Ryan glares and starts to make his way up to the house, but is stopped by the sound of a car pulling in. "Yo, asshole, he's here!"
"Who-" But Bammie is already squealing and racing down the stairs to greet this mystery guest. I walk out of the room in time to see him jump on a blonde who I've been told bears a striking resemblance to me in both appearance and vocally, Jonne Aaron.
Truthfully, I've never had a problem with Jonne; he's a pretty cool guy and he has definite talent with his band, Negative.
But, I don't like anyone that close to my Bammie, close enough where he leaves me, his supposed best friend to go hug them just for arriving.
When Jonne winds his arms around Bam's waist and squeezes him just as tightly and tenderly as I was a few minutes ago I feel a little spike of jealousy shoot through my body. He never lets anyone hug him like that but me.
After he pulls away, I can see the sparkle in his eyes from here and it makes me want to punch something, preferrably the sickeningly adorable face of a certain blond singer. Only I can put that sparkle there, not anyone else.
I make my way down the stairs and am pleased to see as he says with his thick accent, "He-llo, Bahm," that he is not happy to see I am here, almost as unhappy as I am to see him.
"He-llo, Vill-uh," He ventures and I give him a curt nod in return.
"Jonne."
He shrugs at my cold greeting and turns back to Bam with a winning smile; I growl under my breath as Bammie turns his I'm-happy-just-to-be-in-your-presence smile on him.
That is my smile, my beautiful smile that he never bestows on absolutely anyone but me. Something must be done about this; I cannot lose Bammie to that glittery glam cutesy fairy prince.
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Yay, he forgave him! *thanks muse profusely* Comments are love, people, comments are love, and this is dedicated to all my lovely commenters from the past few chapters...you give me reason to write, darlings!