To Love And Be Loved
Title: To Love And Be Loved
Summary: Flying Frozen Chickens, Paint Fumes, Lip Gloss, Booze.......Oh, yeah, and man sex!----Ville's old friend helps Bam and Ville discover the passion between them....But not without many mistakes along the way......
Pairing: VAM
Author:PoisonGirlFawn
Rating: R-Language and Adult Situations
Genre: Romance/Comedy/Angst
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them....And their bodys...But I don't, so don't sue.
The neighborhood of West Chester was a peaceful town full of young kids playing out on their sidewalks with chalk and birds of various kinds singing in the trees. Yes, it was a lovely town for old folk and various animals to call their home.
“WOO! MOVE OUTTA THE WAY BEANIES!!!!!” A young man with outrageously big sunglasses mowed, yes literally mowed his way through town in the too big car known to the old folks as ‘The Big Treacherous Turd Machine’ AKA a Hummer, blasted its way through Main Street.
This Hummer was no ordinary Hummer, it was the Hummer of all Hummers, complete with a 215-watt Bose system boasting ten speakers all in various locations. This system was now pumping out Cradle of Filth's "Devil Woman" rather loudly for it being only nine in the morning.
Bam’s car had currently slowed down due to a rather conspicuous police car in the rear view mirror. Bam grinned and turned the system up thirteen volumes higher so that the pink dice dangling from the rear view mirror shook.
Damn, he wished Willa was here so he could hear his best friend giggle at his antics. Sadly, Ville wasn’t due for another three days, well, he had to entertain himself right? He was just happy that his foreign friend was able to visit with his band at all. After all, they were becoming quite popular in Europe.
Bam's grin grew as the lights on the car behind him began to flash. Bam continued along Main Street at ten miles per hour just to taunt the policeman. When Bam caught sight of exactly which Pig had the nerve to pull him over his smirk grew. This was turning out to be quite some morning.
The cop was rather large with a brush looking mustache and a small pig like nose. The name tag that adorned the officers chest read Berkly. He and Bam's crew had a long history with him indeed. The tap of the black nightstick woke Bam out of his musings and he lazily rolled down the window. He chuckled a bit when the officers head only came up to the very beginning of the window of the blue Hummer. Bam innocently batted his blue eyes and gave the officer a coy smile. The officer frowned and pursed his thin lips.
“Margera.” The distaste in his voice was thick, and this made Bam all the more proud of who and what he was.
“Yes?” Bam said this sweetly while examining his nails.
“You know the drill. Out. Now.” The officer held his hand out for the papers as Bam turned around with them.
“Sir? Pardon me..But do you smell bacon?” Bam could hardly suppress his laughter as he sniffed the air.
“Excuse me?” Berkly shoved the papers into Bams hands without looking them over and put his fists on his hips.
“Mmm..Yes I definitely smell a pork product of some type…” Bam laughed at the red faced officer who opened the car door swiftly and grabbed him by the collar of his heartagram shirt and yanked him out.
“What the fu..”Bam was thrown against his own car face first and saw stars, and possibly little pink sparly heartagrams.
Bam quickly regained his composure and started cursing.
“Fuckin’ Hell!” Bam tried to struggle but stilled when steel cuffs encased his wrist.
“You thought you were in control didn’t ya. Well now your at my mercy Margera.” The cop laughed and threw him in the back seat of his car.
Bam was stunned into silence for once in his life.Berkly didn’t even arrest him when Novak streaked through the mall with a stolen pair of ladies pink lingerie on his head.
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“Do ya really think it’s gunna..”
“Shhhhh shhhhhh here he comes!” Dunn, Novak, Glomb, Dico, and the rest of the Jackass crew scrambled behind the desk in mute laughter.
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Bam was pissed. Bam was really pissed. Hell, he was ready to kill. They were all gunna die. Right fuckin now. Well, when Bam could find them and stick a two by four up their ass. The whole thing was a gimmick, a stunt pulled by his friends to psyche him out. Fuck, he didn't even know if cops were aloud to do that shit.
Bam muttered hotly to himself as he put his foot on the brake to stop for a red light. But something else caught Bam’s attention. Music, good music, his kind of music. Now who in the hell could that be? No one in the community besides him and his friends listened to that music. Bam scrolled down the window and peered out.
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She was late. Really Late. Who would be late to something like this? This humongous opportunity fell right into her lap. And she was late. It wasn’t her fault that her hairdryer fell into the sink of the hotels bathroom. It wasn’t her fault that the whole block had been cut of power for nearly a half an hour. It wasn’t her fault that she had to wear her Cradle of Filth custom made hat sent from her brother in Finland, because her hair decided to be all anal and poof up. Nope, not her fault at all. Well that last one really had nothing to do with her list of why she was late, but she just thought she would add it in for good measure. The woman was wearing a pair of dark blue pants with pink All Stars, she had blue eyes, and brown layered hair that framed her face, her lip had a stud in it and her left arm had black rose thorns curling all around it. The black ink stood out against her pale skin and created a wonderful contrast.
She turned up her CKY album and jammed to the beat of '96 Quite Bitter Beings' on her steering wheel. Oh yeah, she felt powerful, she was bad, oh so bad. She could NOT get lost when she was already late. She stopped at a red light and glanced to her right.
The goofiest man she had ever seen was peering at her with the most ridiculous smirk in the world. She giggled to herself and rolled down the window, sticking up an eyebrow at the man in black.
“Hey Mr. ya happen to know where the recording studio is?”
“Yup.” The mystery man said smugly and offered no further information.
“Look I’m freakin late, so tell me where it is, you poof.” She flashed a grin at the stranger.
“Take a left at Water Street and ya can’t miss it.” Bam said in a mocking tone.
“Hyvästi” She enjoyed the look of confusion on the boys face as she sped off.
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Bam hit the steering wheel as the woman's red Sunfire lurched forward and down the strret.
“FREAKIN A!”
Bam hit his head on the horn button over and over again.
“God, you can’t even pick up a chick, dammit!”
The continuous beeping noise had brought some spectators and one went so far as to throw a shoe at the Hummer. Bam looked up and bared is teeth climbing out of the Hummer as he did so. No one, absolutely NO ONE, throws a shoe at his baby.
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Ville looked ay his compact mirror for the third time in 17 seconds and worried his bottom lip with his teeth. So here he was in West Chester, three days early, and as nervous as fuck.
“Damnnit Ville, will you sit down and stop trying to set fire to the carpet with your feet.” Mige sighed and pulled Ville down by the belt loop into his lap. Ville stubbornly crossed his arms over the black Rolling Stones tee and jutted out his lower lip.
“I am not.” Ville stated with his chin held high.
“Your acting like a virgin..” Burton, who was leaning against the small rooms wall, pointed out with a suggestive grin.
Another man walked through the door and handed Ville a flask with a copper top.
“Yeah and we ALL know that ain’t true!” Gas said and wiggled his eyebrows, he then proceeded to sit down next to Linde, who was quietly surveying the scene with mild intrest.
Ville shot Gas a venomous look and looked at his reflection yet again and applied some cherry lip gloss to his lip with a smack .
Ville looked down at the flask and grinned. He inconspicuously opened it and walked over to Gas and dispensed the amber liquid onto his lap.
“GOOD CHRIST!” Gas said with a yelp and hissed.
“Good Christ?” Mige said with mild humor, at the now rolling form of Gas on the floor clutching his injured friend.
Linde and Burton just looked at each other and shrugged.
“Dammit Ville that was cruel! You know I just got that pierced!”
Ville looked down at the floor innocently and shuffled his feet.
“I thought alcohol was a disinfectant.”
“That don’t mean it don’t hurt like hell!”
A knock could be heard from the doorway and Ville froze with anticipation as Lilly opened it and greeted the visitor.
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Wellllllllll????? Please review! We find out Ville's feeling for Bam in the next chapter...And a little hint.........Bammie hits his head.....^>^
Summary: Flying Frozen Chickens, Paint Fumes, Lip Gloss, Booze.......Oh, yeah, and man sex!----Ville's old friend helps Bam and Ville discover the passion between them....But not without many mistakes along the way......
Pairing: VAM
Author:PoisonGirlFawn
Rating: R-Language and Adult Situations
Genre: Romance/Comedy/Angst
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them....And their bodys...But I don't, so don't sue.
The neighborhood of West Chester was a peaceful town full of young kids playing out on their sidewalks with chalk and birds of various kinds singing in the trees. Yes, it was a lovely town for old folk and various animals to call their home.
“WOO! MOVE OUTTA THE WAY BEANIES!!!!!” A young man with outrageously big sunglasses mowed, yes literally mowed his way through town in the too big car known to the old folks as ‘The Big Treacherous Turd Machine’ AKA a Hummer, blasted its way through Main Street.
This Hummer was no ordinary Hummer, it was the Hummer of all Hummers, complete with a 215-watt Bose system boasting ten speakers all in various locations. This system was now pumping out Cradle of Filth's "Devil Woman" rather loudly for it being only nine in the morning.
Bam’s car had currently slowed down due to a rather conspicuous police car in the rear view mirror. Bam grinned and turned the system up thirteen volumes higher so that the pink dice dangling from the rear view mirror shook.
Damn, he wished Willa was here so he could hear his best friend giggle at his antics. Sadly, Ville wasn’t due for another three days, well, he had to entertain himself right? He was just happy that his foreign friend was able to visit with his band at all. After all, they were becoming quite popular in Europe.
Bam's grin grew as the lights on the car behind him began to flash. Bam continued along Main Street at ten miles per hour just to taunt the policeman. When Bam caught sight of exactly which Pig had the nerve to pull him over his smirk grew. This was turning out to be quite some morning.
The cop was rather large with a brush looking mustache and a small pig like nose. The name tag that adorned the officers chest read Berkly. He and Bam's crew had a long history with him indeed. The tap of the black nightstick woke Bam out of his musings and he lazily rolled down the window. He chuckled a bit when the officers head only came up to the very beginning of the window of the blue Hummer. Bam innocently batted his blue eyes and gave the officer a coy smile. The officer frowned and pursed his thin lips.
“Margera.” The distaste in his voice was thick, and this made Bam all the more proud of who and what he was.
“Yes?” Bam said this sweetly while examining his nails.
“You know the drill. Out. Now.” The officer held his hand out for the papers as Bam turned around with them.
“Sir? Pardon me..But do you smell bacon?” Bam could hardly suppress his laughter as he sniffed the air.
“Excuse me?” Berkly shoved the papers into Bams hands without looking them over and put his fists on his hips.
“Mmm..Yes I definitely smell a pork product of some type…” Bam laughed at the red faced officer who opened the car door swiftly and grabbed him by the collar of his heartagram shirt and yanked him out.
“What the fu..”Bam was thrown against his own car face first and saw stars, and possibly little pink sparly heartagrams.
Bam quickly regained his composure and started cursing.
“Fuckin’ Hell!” Bam tried to struggle but stilled when steel cuffs encased his wrist.
“You thought you were in control didn’t ya. Well now your at my mercy Margera.” The cop laughed and threw him in the back seat of his car.
Bam was stunned into silence for once in his life.Berkly didn’t even arrest him when Novak streaked through the mall with a stolen pair of ladies pink lingerie on his head.
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“Do ya really think it’s gunna..”
“Shhhhh shhhhhh here he comes!” Dunn, Novak, Glomb, Dico, and the rest of the Jackass crew scrambled behind the desk in mute laughter.
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Bam was pissed. Bam was really pissed. Hell, he was ready to kill. They were all gunna die. Right fuckin now. Well, when Bam could find them and stick a two by four up their ass. The whole thing was a gimmick, a stunt pulled by his friends to psyche him out. Fuck, he didn't even know if cops were aloud to do that shit.
Bam muttered hotly to himself as he put his foot on the brake to stop for a red light. But something else caught Bam’s attention. Music, good music, his kind of music. Now who in the hell could that be? No one in the community besides him and his friends listened to that music. Bam scrolled down the window and peered out.
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She was late. Really Late. Who would be late to something like this? This humongous opportunity fell right into her lap. And she was late. It wasn’t her fault that her hairdryer fell into the sink of the hotels bathroom. It wasn’t her fault that the whole block had been cut of power for nearly a half an hour. It wasn’t her fault that she had to wear her Cradle of Filth custom made hat sent from her brother in Finland, because her hair decided to be all anal and poof up. Nope, not her fault at all. Well that last one really had nothing to do with her list of why she was late, but she just thought she would add it in for good measure. The woman was wearing a pair of dark blue pants with pink All Stars, she had blue eyes, and brown layered hair that framed her face, her lip had a stud in it and her left arm had black rose thorns curling all around it. The black ink stood out against her pale skin and created a wonderful contrast.
She turned up her CKY album and jammed to the beat of '96 Quite Bitter Beings' on her steering wheel. Oh yeah, she felt powerful, she was bad, oh so bad. She could NOT get lost when she was already late. She stopped at a red light and glanced to her right.
The goofiest man she had ever seen was peering at her with the most ridiculous smirk in the world. She giggled to herself and rolled down the window, sticking up an eyebrow at the man in black.
“Hey Mr. ya happen to know where the recording studio is?”
“Yup.” The mystery man said smugly and offered no further information.
“Look I’m freakin late, so tell me where it is, you poof.” She flashed a grin at the stranger.
“Take a left at Water Street and ya can’t miss it.” Bam said in a mocking tone.
“Hyvästi” She enjoyed the look of confusion on the boys face as she sped off.
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Bam hit the steering wheel as the woman's red Sunfire lurched forward and down the strret.
“FREAKIN A!”
Bam hit his head on the horn button over and over again.
“God, you can’t even pick up a chick, dammit!”
The continuous beeping noise had brought some spectators and one went so far as to throw a shoe at the Hummer. Bam looked up and bared is teeth climbing out of the Hummer as he did so. No one, absolutely NO ONE, throws a shoe at his baby.
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Ville looked ay his compact mirror for the third time in 17 seconds and worried his bottom lip with his teeth. So here he was in West Chester, three days early, and as nervous as fuck.
“Damnnit Ville, will you sit down and stop trying to set fire to the carpet with your feet.” Mige sighed and pulled Ville down by the belt loop into his lap. Ville stubbornly crossed his arms over the black Rolling Stones tee and jutted out his lower lip.
“I am not.” Ville stated with his chin held high.
“Your acting like a virgin..” Burton, who was leaning against the small rooms wall, pointed out with a suggestive grin.
Another man walked through the door and handed Ville a flask with a copper top.
“Yeah and we ALL know that ain’t true!” Gas said and wiggled his eyebrows, he then proceeded to sit down next to Linde, who was quietly surveying the scene with mild intrest.
Ville shot Gas a venomous look and looked at his reflection yet again and applied some cherry lip gloss to his lip with a smack .
Ville looked down at the flask and grinned. He inconspicuously opened it and walked over to Gas and dispensed the amber liquid onto his lap.
“GOOD CHRIST!” Gas said with a yelp and hissed.
“Good Christ?” Mige said with mild humor, at the now rolling form of Gas on the floor clutching his injured friend.
Linde and Burton just looked at each other and shrugged.
“Dammit Ville that was cruel! You know I just got that pierced!”
Ville looked down at the floor innocently and shuffled his feet.
“I thought alcohol was a disinfectant.”
“That don’t mean it don’t hurt like hell!”
A knock could be heard from the doorway and Ville froze with anticipation as Lilly opened it and greeted the visitor.
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Wellllllllll????? Please review! We find out Ville's feeling for Bam in the next chapter...And a little hint.........Bammie hits his head.....^>^