Ch 12-14 & A challenge!
All right, before I do my cut, I've got something for everyone to pay attention to!
The Driver's Lisence Challenge
I have recently found out that Ville cannot drive, as he has no lisence. When I received this lovely information I have just acquired several hours ago, an idea ran through my head. If it were't for all the plot bunnies and chapter bunnies I have running through my head, I'd write this. However, my humor fic will involve a snake and a red sheet, this is someone else's job.
Basis: Bam is teaching Ville to drive. There are bound to be distractions, I'm sure!
Must happen: Ville must pull over to the side of the road at some point, sobbing and say "I didn't mean to kill the wittle racoon."
Someone (person of author's choice) MUST SAY "Driving and sex at the same time? DAMN! They're talented!"
Now....time for the
End of a Friendship or Beginning of a Relationship
Disclaimer - I'm sure you have it memorized like I do. Come on, sayt with me, "You can't own a person!"
Notes - Well...Ch 12! Yay! *claps*
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[Ville's P.O.V.]
Amazing. Absolutely amazing! Honestly! He's the one that had started the innuendo. Sure, I went with it, but I'm not the one that stopped us only ten minutes in, either. I've decided that Bam just enjoys teasing me. Maybe he does it because he knows it annoys me and I hate it all to pieces.
I really don't guess I should be bitching about not getting the makeout session I wanted. I mean, with everything that's going on, I can understand why he wouldn't want to do much of anything except think. Maybe.
We're laying here, side-by-side in silence. I hate silence. It should be outlawed except for when you're trying to sleep. Even then, it still manages to bug the hell out of me. But, we're laying here in his bed. Side-by-side. In complete, fucking horrible silence. I'm hating every Goddamned second of this. But I can't exactly say anything. I don't think there's much for me to say. It's obvious that he's thinking. About everything that's happened thus far, I'm sure.
I glanced over at him, trying to read him. Trying to get a feel of just what he might be thinking at the moment. Bam's never been too easy a person to read. But it's even harder when he's being dead serious about things. It's damn near impossible to read him at all when he's like this. So, I really don't think that I'm looking at him to read him. I think that I'm looking at him just to be looking at him; I've just given myself some pathetic excuse of sorts in case I come to the conclusion that I actualy need an excuse to look at my boyfriend. .....I guess that's what he is. I mean...that's what I consider him. So...that's what I'll call him.
Bam must have felt my eyes on him, because after a moment, he glanced up at me, "What?"
I shook my head, "Nothing..." I said quietly.
"I know you better than that, Valo." He smiled a little, "What is it?"
"Just...." I couldn't seem to come up with an excuse now. Oh, right! I remember the one I was supposed to use! "Trying to read your mind." All right, that wasn't it exactly, but he'll get the point. Plus, seeing him break away from the dead serious stoneface for a second was worth it coming out weird.
"Just thinking about everything lately. Everything from earlier...with Ape and all..." He trailed off and sighed. This was all really getting to him. I could tell.
"I know this isn't exactly an appropriate time to say this but...I honestly thought you were going to hit her." I said quietly. God, I have the worst timing for things.
"So did I..."
Oh, damn. That's some scary shit. Imagine that. Actually thinking you were about the smack the shit out of your own mother. I can't even imagine that. I could never do that. Not to my mother. My father....there have been a couple of times that I've just wanted to smack some sense into him. But...that's another story for another day. Or never, as I'd prefer that one to be tucked away in my brain forever.
"But...I didn't. So...it's...it's ok." Bam flahshed me a jerk-of-the-lips-type smile. I've always hated it when people give smiles like that. You know why they're doing it. It's because they don't feel the need to give a sincere smile. And if you don't feel up for a real smile, you shouldn't think about giving one. And you definitely should jerk your lips like that. It's just damn annoying!
"Yeah. You didn't. And that's good." I smiled. I actually smiled. It was small, but still actually existed for longer than a split-second.
Bam nodded and seemed to go off into his own world again. I watched him, studying him like before. I still have it written somehwere in the back of my mind that I'm trying to figure his thought pattern out. But I know that's not true. I know what he's thinking. What he's thinking about. I'm just looking at him for the sheer fact of wanting to look at him. And I know it, no matter how much I try to deny it to myself.
..........
Wow. That sounds so pathetic. Honestly. I'm debating myself. But not over something interesting, but over something stupid like...why I'm looking at my boyfriend. Damn. I'm fucking pathetic. Honestly, I am. Oh, well.
I glanced over at the clock. It's soft red numbers read 12:32 am. I looked back at Bam. The whole day, not to mention the time, was starting to get to him. I smiled softly at him. He was the type to fight tiredness just for the hell of not wanting to go to bed at what seems like a really early time to him. I leaned over slightly and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. "Bam...love...sleep would be good for you about now."
He looked at me and nodded a little. "Yeah...yeah, ok." He flahsed that jerk-of-the-lips-smile again.
Dammit.
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Notes - Well...yeah. Ok. That was chapter 12. ...meh. I procrastinated this chapter so bad. It's not even funny. ....ok, it is. lol!
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Later days,
~PFB~
To ch 13 - hoping you guys die over the same line I did when I wrote it!
End of a Friendship or Beginning of a Relationship
Disclaimer - I'm sure you have it memorized like I do. Come on, sayt with me, "You can't own a person!"
Notes - Well...Ch 13! Yay! *claps*
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[Bam's P.O.V.]
After Ville had suggested sleep, I actually took note of the time and how tired I actually was. But I still didn't want to go to sleep. I had things to think through, still. But is that what I told him? No. I told him he was right. And, after saying that, I couldn't just sit there, so, I actually did make like I was going to sleep. It would be dark, he wouldn't be able to tell if I was awake or not, right? So, I slipped my t-shirt off--what? It was annoying me! I got off the bed to strip down to my boxers. Don't say shit. That's how I sleep.
I practically fell to the bed. I mean, I really am damn fucking tired, but I don't want to sleep. And I know I'm not going to be able to. But I figure Ville is thinking that I might just lay here and rest, most likely. Maybe he's hoping I'll be able to turn my brain off. But with silence surrounding us, that's not going to work. And with my mind going everywhere that it is right now, the last thing I need is some crazy makeout session. That's why I'd stopped it earlier. Not really so much that I wanted to, but I didn't want to have thoughts like this running through my head when Ville's tongue was running through my mouth. It just didn't fit.
"You are going to sleep, aren't you?" I heard Ville ask
No! Do you think you could sleep with all this going through your head? No, don't think so. "I'll try..." I said quietly, not wanting to make any promises I couldn't keep.
I heard him sigh in that 'I don't like what you said, but I'm going to try and not let you know that' way. Goddammit, Ville! Do you have to do that? I hate that shit! I know what you're saying. And that's bad. Because you're not technically saying anything.
I glared up at him.
He looked over at me again, a slight frown on his face. (Dammit, Ville! I'm trying to be mad at you. Stop looking cute!) "What in the hell are you glaring at me for?" He asked, obviously, and rightfully, confused.
"Because I felt like it." I sighed, "And plus...you did one of those 'I don't like what you said, but I'm going to try to make you think I don't care' sighs. And that annoys the hell outta me. And I know you know that. So, you obviously only did it to annoy me. And when people annoy me, I glare at them. It's how things work." I explained.
"Oh, as if I could make a sigh like that on purpose just to annoy you."
"Oh, I think you could." I challenged him.
"Really? You think that, do you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Well, I don't agree. Not at all."
I laughed a little. "Right, then. I guess that'll be one thing we'll never agree on, huh?"
"Nope. Never. We could agree on every other thing in the world, but we'll never agree on this." He shook his head, "Because you think that I could, and I know that I couldn't." He grinned.
I laughed again, glad to not have to sleep and be distracted from my thoughts for a moment. "Right. So..." I fell silent again, not being so distracted anymore as my thoughts about my mom came rushing back to me.
Ville must have noticed the change in my mood, because he reached over and tilted my head up so I was looking at him. "Come on, love. Seriously...we should get some sleep, don't you think?"
I nodded a little. "Yeah." I smiled a sad smile. I knew this was going to be one helluva long night.
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Five hours later and I'm lying here, still wide awake. At least Ville's getting some sleep. One of us needs to. And God knows that it won't be me. So, it was really all left up to Ville to get sleep. And like the good little Finnish man he is, he..well...is.
As I lay here in my insomniac state, I wonder what might happen tomorrow. Will we leave early enough to not be bothered by people? I doubt that. But who will we have to deal with? How many times are we going to have to re-explain everything? And if we get up too late, I'll have to deal with Ape. I don't feel much like dealing with my mom. Not with everything she said earlier. No way. Actually...I don't really want to deal with any of this.
I really want to go to sleep about now. But I can't. I can't make the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head stop. My brain just won't just off. Everything from earlier and all these different "what if" possiblities of later keep running through my head. And it's all driving me nuts!
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I did finally get to sleep. Only to be woken up an hour later by a sudden heavy weight being dropped down on top of me. And then something connected to my lips. And then it was all gone and soon accompanied with a soft thud.
I opened my eyes to find Ville leaning over me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!" He grinned and laughed a little before disappearing from my view. I laughed and sat up a little. "Drink anything this morning, Valo?"
Ville threw a frown in my direction. "Nope. Why?"
I ignored his question and went on with my own, "Nothing at all?" I arched an eyebrow at him, watching as he practicially bounced around the room putting random things in a suitcase that was on the bed.
"Coffee when I first woke up and....that's it." He nodded.
"Who gave you the coffee?" I asked cautioiusly. That had to be it. Honestly.Ville isn't exactly what you would call a very....bouncy person. And right now, that's all he seemed to be doing.
"Your mom. Why?" He paused in his bouncing and tossing things around to look at me curioiusly.
"Just making sure it didn't happen to have any special ingredients."
Ville blinked at me, clearly confused. After a moment, he shrugged and went back to his previous activity.
I shook my head, a grin on my face as I got out of the bed. "That's it. It's official. You do not get coffee first thing when you wake up."
Ville looked up from his suitcase -job, probably to ask me some random question. But he didn't quite get that far. He tilted his head slightly to the side, just looking at me. I watched as he slowly made his way around the bed towards me. When he was standing in front of me, he licked his lips and grinned. He started walking backwardsa nd beckoned for me to follow. I did, completely entranced by the Finnish man's acts.
It was when he'd almost backed himself into a wall that Ville made any sure movements.Still moving towards the wall behind him, Ville started kissing me; teasing me. He started pulling away and finally backed into the wall.
My turn. I closed the space between us, pretting our bodies together and claiming his lips as my own. I'm not a very patient person, and I don't take well to teasing.
It wasn't long and I found myself pinned against the wall with my wrists being held above my head. Ville was wearing a sly grin before he kissed me again. Letting go of my wrists, Ville ran his fingers through my hair, forcing me to let out a small moan. Ville slowly pulled out of the kiss. "Like that?" He asked, his accent getting heavy.
I found that I couldn't speak because my eyes had locked with his. I licked my lips and nodded slowly.
"What's'sa matter, love? Suddenly overcome with the inability to speak?" Ville asked with a grin.
Something like that, yeah. Thats what I wanted to say, but I couldn't. So I did the next best thing; I nodded again.
This only earned me a bigger grin from Ville.
I finally managed to get out a slightly strangled, "What?"
Ville laughed lightly, making a crossed motion between shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. "Just not used to you being speechless, is all."
I barely got the, "Right," I wanted to say out. His eyes werejust so...entrancing and.....green. I've always liked green.
And suddenly all thoughts flew from my mind; unless, of course, they included Ville. However, when his tongue traced my lower lip and slipped into my mouth, my brain was absolutely blank. Not a single thought existed.
Due to the combination of things he was doing inside my mouth and whatever it was he was doing with his hips, I let out a few moans. They were't as quiet as the last one. Quite the lot louder really.
The only problem with not having any kind of conciousness in your brain is that you notice nothing. At all. And this is never good when you're in my house.
Neither of us knew it at that moment, but the door had been opened. It wasn't long before the snickering started. This was followed by comments such as: "About time!", "Wow..." and a very distinct "I didn't think you could do that with your hips!" In order: Raab, Rake, and Brandon. Yep. DiCamillo is deifnitely clueless in every way possible.
I was glad that I was the one against the wall.. My knees had given out just a few seconds ago. Not because of everyone--this includes Dunn, DiCamillo, Raab, Rake...yeah, basically everyone--being crowded around the doorway, but because of what Ville had been doing before they interrupted us.
I was standing there, leaning against the wall, waiting for someone to have a reaction. Specifically, Brandon, as he had been otherwise distracted earlier.
I glanced over a Ville and felt a grin split its way across my face. He was blushing like mad. And appearantly he knew this, because about now, his cheeks are only growing a darker shade of red. Ville has this issue with blushing (I don't blame him, personally. It's annoying) but when he knows he is, he only ends up getting more embarrassed and making himself flush even more. The guy's go serious issues in the embarrassment department.
I looked over at the crowd in the doorway. "Dunn...can I kick your ass?"
"Why would you do that?"
I gave him a look that clearly said 'Cut the shit'.
"Right." Ryan laughed, "Because I felt like it, Bam. And...to answer your question...I prefer that you didn't."
It was Brandon that interrupted the "kick your ass" conversation. "Dude. What's with the suitcase?"
"That, is his doing." I pointed at Ville.
Ville turned towards me, "Well, someone had to pack, didn't they? And as you were still asleep, I had to do it. So. I was. And then...I was interrupted. But that's beside the point."
"I was still asleep because I'd only gotten to sleep a fucking hour ago!"
There was a chorus of, "Wait...you're leaving?", from the Doorway Group.
Ville and I glanced at them, then back at each other and in unison said, "Oh. Right. We didn't tell anyone, did we?" We looked back at the others and nodded, "Yeah..."
Ryan was the first to ask, "Why?"
"Why?" I repeated, shaking my head, "No. I'm not gettin' in to that. I do not want to get pissed off."
"Sounds like you already are to me." Ryan said, stating the obvious.
"Shut up, all right!" I shouted and sighed. "Look, I don't want to get into it right now. I'm sure after we're gone....you'll find out."
"How does that work, exactly?" Brandon asked.
I gave him a death-glare.
"Right..."
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After we had everything packed--and everything consisted of a whole...2 suitcases--Ville and I were laying on the unmade bed. I was leaning against the headboard of the bed and he was in front of me. I had my arms around his waist and my head on his shoulder.
"You don't want to leave. Do you?" Ville asked suddenly.
The question caught me off guard. It was completely random and out of the blue. "Well...I..." I fell silent for a moment. "No..." I said quietly.
"Then why did you say all that yesterday?"
"Because....I mean...Did you not hear what she was saying?" I practically shouted at him, and immediately regretted it because of the slightly crestfallen look that set over his features. "Ville...I...I'm sorry. I just...With everything going on like it has been lately, I--"
"Shh..." He said, "I know. I understand. I was there, Bam. I felt it at least half as much as you did."
"Right...well...uhh..I guess...I guess we should go, huh?"
Ville nodded and stood up, "Yeah." He helped me off the bed and, with his hands on my hips, looking directly at me, he said, "I'd drive. Be we all know I can't. So...as much as you need it, you don't get to sleep. You've got to drive. And that kind of pisses me off about now. And I'm wondering if we should go at all today....."
I barely heard what he said, but I nodded anyway. "Yeah...ok." He needs to learn how to make his eyes....not so captivating, dammit!
Ville shook his head at me. I don't think I made much sesne just then.
We picked up the suitcases which really had hardly anything at all in them and went downstairs. Maybe it's just me, but was everyone actually just...waiting for us to leave? They were all downstairs in the living room and everything, so...I figure they were. Damn them all for celebrating our departure. I was planning on heading right out the door with no mish-mash inbetween. Everyone else had other plans.
Everyone said goodbye in their own way. It was kind of weird how many different ways you could say goodbye, actually. But it's possible in at least fifty ways, I swear! My mom was the last to say anything. I resisted the urge to just turn on my heel and walk out.
"Bam--"
Ok, I heard her. I can leave now. I turned around, but Ville stopped me by immediately putting a hand on my shoulder and giving me one of those 'don't do this' type looks. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before turning back around just as Ape said,
"Bam, please. Just let me talk to you."
"All right, you talked to me. I'm outta here before I smack someone." I glared at my mother before turned around again. I wrapped a protective arm about Ville's waist before we left the house.
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Notes - OMG! This chapter took me fucking AGES to finish! Be glad it's here! Now, on with other stuff: Did you not just LOVE Brandon's first line?! *dies* LOVED IT!
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ch 14 - uber-short.
End of a Friendship or Beginning of a Relationship
Disclaimer - I'm sure you have it memorized like I do. Come on, sayt with me, "You can't own a person!"
Notes - Well...Ch 14! Yay! *claps*
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[Ville's P.O.V.]
So here we are, sitting in the Hummer off to New York. Why New York? Because that's where Bam said we're going. And he's the one driving. I'm watching him. Not really watching him as much as I'm trying to read him. Right now, he was an open book. He didn't have his Wall of Protection up, so it was easy to read him. He was....everything, really. Mad--surely at April; confused--probably about everything; those were the two most evident things I could see. One of the more evident underlying things I could see was that he was clearly upset. He didn't want to leave. But he had to. He'd already said he was going to. And I knew he couldn't deal with April being the way she was. I decided to break the icy silence that seemed to have formed around us. "You know...she'll probably come around eventually."
Bam shook his head, a serious, not-going-to-change-my-mind look on his face. "No she won't."
It hurt me to hear his voice so laden with the tears that I just know are going to burst from him soon. And it'll happen before we hit New York. Well before we hit New York.
We were barely out of West Chester before he broke. He actually looked like some very delicate piece of something that broke into millions of pieces. He pulled over to the side of the road and honestly broke. He just absolutely collapsed. "I can't do this, Ville...." He shook his head, looking up at me, tears already streaming down his cheeks. "I can't do this..."
"Sure you can..." I tried to reassure him. I honestly believed it, I just had to get him to. I smiled a small, sad smile, "You're Bam Margera. You can do anything."
He shook his head, "No! I can't! I can do stupid shit that doesn't matter, but I can't handle anything this serious, Ville!"
I leaned over a little and, in a futile attempt, I brushed the tears from his cheeks. "Come on, Bam...of course you can. You've been handling it, haven't you?"
"No! I didn't even get but one fucking hour of sleep last night! I can't fucking handle this, Ville!"
I wanted to do something to help him; to comfort him. But I couldn't. He wasn't believing anything I told him and he wouldn't let me near him enough to comfort him. So I just sat there, leaning against the door, watching my boyfriend have a total meltdown and not being able to do a single thing about any of it. At that moment, he was like a movie that I wanted to turn off, but couldn't look away from. So, I sat there watching him, my heart aching with every sob that passed his lips.
After his momentary--and when I say momentary, I mean, it went on for nearly an hour--breakdown, Bam regained his composure and we were on the road again. And I'm reminded of a song....but I'll not think about that for now.
As we continue on our journey to New York, I continue to watch Bam. Every so often, I'd see a flicker of that broken-Bam flash across his face, but he didn't break after that first time. And in certain ways, that worries me....
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Notes - I know, I know! It's short! .....have you noticed that lately, Ville's POV bits have been really short? Yeah, I just realized that. But they have. *shrug* Oh well...
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Later days,
~PFB~
And so ends another chapter-set. For those of you that read this/comment and don't have some kind of messanger contact: I have 21 chapters of this planned so far. I'll be sure to be quick on getting 15 & 16 written so I can give you 17-21. That day will be joyful. you'll get a 7 chapter update. LOL! and 21 isn't even ending the fic.......*grin*
Later days,
~PFB~
The Driver's Lisence Challenge
I have recently found out that Ville cannot drive, as he has no lisence. When I received this lovely information I have just acquired several hours ago, an idea ran through my head. If it were't for all the plot bunnies and chapter bunnies I have running through my head, I'd write this. However, my humor fic will involve a snake and a red sheet, this is someone else's job.
Basis: Bam is teaching Ville to drive. There are bound to be distractions, I'm sure!
Must happen: Ville must pull over to the side of the road at some point, sobbing and say "I didn't mean to kill the wittle racoon."
Someone (person of author's choice) MUST SAY "Driving and sex at the same time? DAMN! They're talented!"
Now....time for the
End of a Friendship or Beginning of a Relationship
Disclaimer - I'm sure you have it memorized like I do. Come on, sayt with me, "You can't own a person!"
Notes - Well...Ch 12! Yay! *claps*
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[Ville's P.O.V.]
Amazing. Absolutely amazing! Honestly! He's the one that had started the innuendo. Sure, I went with it, but I'm not the one that stopped us only ten minutes in, either. I've decided that Bam just enjoys teasing me. Maybe he does it because he knows it annoys me and I hate it all to pieces.
I really don't guess I should be bitching about not getting the makeout session I wanted. I mean, with everything that's going on, I can understand why he wouldn't want to do much of anything except think. Maybe.
We're laying here, side-by-side in silence. I hate silence. It should be outlawed except for when you're trying to sleep. Even then, it still manages to bug the hell out of me. But, we're laying here in his bed. Side-by-side. In complete, fucking horrible silence. I'm hating every Goddamned second of this. But I can't exactly say anything. I don't think there's much for me to say. It's obvious that he's thinking. About everything that's happened thus far, I'm sure.
I glanced over at him, trying to read him. Trying to get a feel of just what he might be thinking at the moment. Bam's never been too easy a person to read. But it's even harder when he's being dead serious about things. It's damn near impossible to read him at all when he's like this. So, I really don't think that I'm looking at him to read him. I think that I'm looking at him just to be looking at him; I've just given myself some pathetic excuse of sorts in case I come to the conclusion that I actualy need an excuse to look at my boyfriend. .....I guess that's what he is. I mean...that's what I consider him. So...that's what I'll call him.
Bam must have felt my eyes on him, because after a moment, he glanced up at me, "What?"
I shook my head, "Nothing..." I said quietly.
"I know you better than that, Valo." He smiled a little, "What is it?"
"Just...." I couldn't seem to come up with an excuse now. Oh, right! I remember the one I was supposed to use! "Trying to read your mind." All right, that wasn't it exactly, but he'll get the point. Plus, seeing him break away from the dead serious stoneface for a second was worth it coming out weird.
"Just thinking about everything lately. Everything from earlier...with Ape and all..." He trailed off and sighed. This was all really getting to him. I could tell.
"I know this isn't exactly an appropriate time to say this but...I honestly thought you were going to hit her." I said quietly. God, I have the worst timing for things.
"So did I..."
Oh, damn. That's some scary shit. Imagine that. Actually thinking you were about the smack the shit out of your own mother. I can't even imagine that. I could never do that. Not to my mother. My father....there have been a couple of times that I've just wanted to smack some sense into him. But...that's another story for another day. Or never, as I'd prefer that one to be tucked away in my brain forever.
"But...I didn't. So...it's...it's ok." Bam flahshed me a jerk-of-the-lips-type smile. I've always hated it when people give smiles like that. You know why they're doing it. It's because they don't feel the need to give a sincere smile. And if you don't feel up for a real smile, you shouldn't think about giving one. And you definitely should jerk your lips like that. It's just damn annoying!
"Yeah. You didn't. And that's good." I smiled. I actually smiled. It was small, but still actually existed for longer than a split-second.
Bam nodded and seemed to go off into his own world again. I watched him, studying him like before. I still have it written somehwere in the back of my mind that I'm trying to figure his thought pattern out. But I know that's not true. I know what he's thinking. What he's thinking about. I'm just looking at him for the sheer fact of wanting to look at him. And I know it, no matter how much I try to deny it to myself.
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Wow. That sounds so pathetic. Honestly. I'm debating myself. But not over something interesting, but over something stupid like...why I'm looking at my boyfriend. Damn. I'm fucking pathetic. Honestly, I am. Oh, well.
I glanced over at the clock. It's soft red numbers read 12:32 am. I looked back at Bam. The whole day, not to mention the time, was starting to get to him. I smiled softly at him. He was the type to fight tiredness just for the hell of not wanting to go to bed at what seems like a really early time to him. I leaned over slightly and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. "Bam...love...sleep would be good for you about now."
He looked at me and nodded a little. "Yeah...yeah, ok." He flahsed that jerk-of-the-lips-smile again.
Dammit.
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Notes - Well...yeah. Ok. That was chapter 12. ...meh. I procrastinated this chapter so bad. It's not even funny. ....ok, it is. lol!
Drop a line!
Later days,
~PFB~
To ch 13 - hoping you guys die over the same line I did when I wrote it!
End of a Friendship or Beginning of a Relationship
Disclaimer - I'm sure you have it memorized like I do. Come on, sayt with me, "You can't own a person!"
Notes - Well...Ch 13! Yay! *claps*
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[Bam's P.O.V.]
After Ville had suggested sleep, I actually took note of the time and how tired I actually was. But I still didn't want to go to sleep. I had things to think through, still. But is that what I told him? No. I told him he was right. And, after saying that, I couldn't just sit there, so, I actually did make like I was going to sleep. It would be dark, he wouldn't be able to tell if I was awake or not, right? So, I slipped my t-shirt off--what? It was annoying me! I got off the bed to strip down to my boxers. Don't say shit. That's how I sleep.
I practically fell to the bed. I mean, I really am damn fucking tired, but I don't want to sleep. And I know I'm not going to be able to. But I figure Ville is thinking that I might just lay here and rest, most likely. Maybe he's hoping I'll be able to turn my brain off. But with silence surrounding us, that's not going to work. And with my mind going everywhere that it is right now, the last thing I need is some crazy makeout session. That's why I'd stopped it earlier. Not really so much that I wanted to, but I didn't want to have thoughts like this running through my head when Ville's tongue was running through my mouth. It just didn't fit.
"You are going to sleep, aren't you?" I heard Ville ask
No! Do you think you could sleep with all this going through your head? No, don't think so. "I'll try..." I said quietly, not wanting to make any promises I couldn't keep.
I heard him sigh in that 'I don't like what you said, but I'm going to try and not let you know that' way. Goddammit, Ville! Do you have to do that? I hate that shit! I know what you're saying. And that's bad. Because you're not technically saying anything.
I glared up at him.
He looked over at me again, a slight frown on his face. (Dammit, Ville! I'm trying to be mad at you. Stop looking cute!) "What in the hell are you glaring at me for?" He asked, obviously, and rightfully, confused.
"Because I felt like it." I sighed, "And plus...you did one of those 'I don't like what you said, but I'm going to try to make you think I don't care' sighs. And that annoys the hell outta me. And I know you know that. So, you obviously only did it to annoy me. And when people annoy me, I glare at them. It's how things work." I explained.
"Oh, as if I could make a sigh like that on purpose just to annoy you."
"Oh, I think you could." I challenged him.
"Really? You think that, do you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Well, I don't agree. Not at all."
I laughed a little. "Right, then. I guess that'll be one thing we'll never agree on, huh?"
"Nope. Never. We could agree on every other thing in the world, but we'll never agree on this." He shook his head, "Because you think that I could, and I know that I couldn't." He grinned.
I laughed again, glad to not have to sleep and be distracted from my thoughts for a moment. "Right. So..." I fell silent again, not being so distracted anymore as my thoughts about my mom came rushing back to me.
Ville must have noticed the change in my mood, because he reached over and tilted my head up so I was looking at him. "Come on, love. Seriously...we should get some sleep, don't you think?"
I nodded a little. "Yeah." I smiled a sad smile. I knew this was going to be one helluva long night.
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Five hours later and I'm lying here, still wide awake. At least Ville's getting some sleep. One of us needs to. And God knows that it won't be me. So, it was really all left up to Ville to get sleep. And like the good little Finnish man he is, he..well...is.
As I lay here in my insomniac state, I wonder what might happen tomorrow. Will we leave early enough to not be bothered by people? I doubt that. But who will we have to deal with? How many times are we going to have to re-explain everything? And if we get up too late, I'll have to deal with Ape. I don't feel much like dealing with my mom. Not with everything she said earlier. No way. Actually...I don't really want to deal with any of this.
I really want to go to sleep about now. But I can't. I can't make the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head stop. My brain just won't just off. Everything from earlier and all these different "what if" possiblities of later keep running through my head. And it's all driving me nuts!
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I did finally get to sleep. Only to be woken up an hour later by a sudden heavy weight being dropped down on top of me. And then something connected to my lips. And then it was all gone and soon accompanied with a soft thud.
I opened my eyes to find Ville leaning over me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!" He grinned and laughed a little before disappearing from my view. I laughed and sat up a little. "Drink anything this morning, Valo?"
Ville threw a frown in my direction. "Nope. Why?"
I ignored his question and went on with my own, "Nothing at all?" I arched an eyebrow at him, watching as he practicially bounced around the room putting random things in a suitcase that was on the bed.
"Coffee when I first woke up and....that's it." He nodded.
"Who gave you the coffee?" I asked cautioiusly. That had to be it. Honestly.Ville isn't exactly what you would call a very....bouncy person. And right now, that's all he seemed to be doing.
"Your mom. Why?" He paused in his bouncing and tossing things around to look at me curioiusly.
"Just making sure it didn't happen to have any special ingredients."
Ville blinked at me, clearly confused. After a moment, he shrugged and went back to his previous activity.
I shook my head, a grin on my face as I got out of the bed. "That's it. It's official. You do not get coffee first thing when you wake up."
Ville looked up from his suitcase -job, probably to ask me some random question. But he didn't quite get that far. He tilted his head slightly to the side, just looking at me. I watched as he slowly made his way around the bed towards me. When he was standing in front of me, he licked his lips and grinned. He started walking backwardsa nd beckoned for me to follow. I did, completely entranced by the Finnish man's acts.
It was when he'd almost backed himself into a wall that Ville made any sure movements.Still moving towards the wall behind him, Ville started kissing me; teasing me. He started pulling away and finally backed into the wall.
My turn. I closed the space between us, pretting our bodies together and claiming his lips as my own. I'm not a very patient person, and I don't take well to teasing.
It wasn't long and I found myself pinned against the wall with my wrists being held above my head. Ville was wearing a sly grin before he kissed me again. Letting go of my wrists, Ville ran his fingers through my hair, forcing me to let out a small moan. Ville slowly pulled out of the kiss. "Like that?" He asked, his accent getting heavy.
I found that I couldn't speak because my eyes had locked with his. I licked my lips and nodded slowly.
"What's'sa matter, love? Suddenly overcome with the inability to speak?" Ville asked with a grin.
Something like that, yeah. Thats what I wanted to say, but I couldn't. So I did the next best thing; I nodded again.
This only earned me a bigger grin from Ville.
I finally managed to get out a slightly strangled, "What?"
Ville laughed lightly, making a crossed motion between shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. "Just not used to you being speechless, is all."
I barely got the, "Right," I wanted to say out. His eyes werejust so...entrancing and.....green. I've always liked green.
And suddenly all thoughts flew from my mind; unless, of course, they included Ville. However, when his tongue traced my lower lip and slipped into my mouth, my brain was absolutely blank. Not a single thought existed.
Due to the combination of things he was doing inside my mouth and whatever it was he was doing with his hips, I let out a few moans. They were't as quiet as the last one. Quite the lot louder really.
The only problem with not having any kind of conciousness in your brain is that you notice nothing. At all. And this is never good when you're in my house.
Neither of us knew it at that moment, but the door had been opened. It wasn't long before the snickering started. This was followed by comments such as: "About time!", "Wow..." and a very distinct "I didn't think you could do that with your hips!" In order: Raab, Rake, and Brandon. Yep. DiCamillo is deifnitely clueless in every way possible.
I was glad that I was the one against the wall.. My knees had given out just a few seconds ago. Not because of everyone--this includes Dunn, DiCamillo, Raab, Rake...yeah, basically everyone--being crowded around the doorway, but because of what Ville had been doing before they interrupted us.
I was standing there, leaning against the wall, waiting for someone to have a reaction. Specifically, Brandon, as he had been otherwise distracted earlier.
I glanced over a Ville and felt a grin split its way across my face. He was blushing like mad. And appearantly he knew this, because about now, his cheeks are only growing a darker shade of red. Ville has this issue with blushing (I don't blame him, personally. It's annoying) but when he knows he is, he only ends up getting more embarrassed and making himself flush even more. The guy's go serious issues in the embarrassment department.
I looked over at the crowd in the doorway. "Dunn...can I kick your ass?"
"Why would you do that?"
I gave him a look that clearly said 'Cut the shit'.
"Right." Ryan laughed, "Because I felt like it, Bam. And...to answer your question...I prefer that you didn't."
It was Brandon that interrupted the "kick your ass" conversation. "Dude. What's with the suitcase?"
"That, is his doing." I pointed at Ville.
Ville turned towards me, "Well, someone had to pack, didn't they? And as you were still asleep, I had to do it. So. I was. And then...I was interrupted. But that's beside the point."
"I was still asleep because I'd only gotten to sleep a fucking hour ago!"
There was a chorus of, "Wait...you're leaving?", from the Doorway Group.
Ville and I glanced at them, then back at each other and in unison said, "Oh. Right. We didn't tell anyone, did we?" We looked back at the others and nodded, "Yeah..."
Ryan was the first to ask, "Why?"
"Why?" I repeated, shaking my head, "No. I'm not gettin' in to that. I do not want to get pissed off."
"Sounds like you already are to me." Ryan said, stating the obvious.
"Shut up, all right!" I shouted and sighed. "Look, I don't want to get into it right now. I'm sure after we're gone....you'll find out."
"How does that work, exactly?" Brandon asked.
I gave him a death-glare.
"Right..."
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After we had everything packed--and everything consisted of a whole...2 suitcases--Ville and I were laying on the unmade bed. I was leaning against the headboard of the bed and he was in front of me. I had my arms around his waist and my head on his shoulder.
"You don't want to leave. Do you?" Ville asked suddenly.
The question caught me off guard. It was completely random and out of the blue. "Well...I..." I fell silent for a moment. "No..." I said quietly.
"Then why did you say all that yesterday?"
"Because....I mean...Did you not hear what she was saying?" I practically shouted at him, and immediately regretted it because of the slightly crestfallen look that set over his features. "Ville...I...I'm sorry. I just...With everything going on like it has been lately, I--"
"Shh..." He said, "I know. I understand. I was there, Bam. I felt it at least half as much as you did."
"Right...well...uhh..I guess...I guess we should go, huh?"
Ville nodded and stood up, "Yeah." He helped me off the bed and, with his hands on my hips, looking directly at me, he said, "I'd drive. Be we all know I can't. So...as much as you need it, you don't get to sleep. You've got to drive. And that kind of pisses me off about now. And I'm wondering if we should go at all today....."
I barely heard what he said, but I nodded anyway. "Yeah...ok." He needs to learn how to make his eyes....not so captivating, dammit!
Ville shook his head at me. I don't think I made much sesne just then.
We picked up the suitcases which really had hardly anything at all in them and went downstairs. Maybe it's just me, but was everyone actually just...waiting for us to leave? They were all downstairs in the living room and everything, so...I figure they were. Damn them all for celebrating our departure. I was planning on heading right out the door with no mish-mash inbetween. Everyone else had other plans.
Everyone said goodbye in their own way. It was kind of weird how many different ways you could say goodbye, actually. But it's possible in at least fifty ways, I swear! My mom was the last to say anything. I resisted the urge to just turn on my heel and walk out.
"Bam--"
Ok, I heard her. I can leave now. I turned around, but Ville stopped me by immediately putting a hand on my shoulder and giving me one of those 'don't do this' type looks. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before turning back around just as Ape said,
"Bam, please. Just let me talk to you."
"All right, you talked to me. I'm outta here before I smack someone." I glared at my mother before turned around again. I wrapped a protective arm about Ville's waist before we left the house.
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Notes - OMG! This chapter took me fucking AGES to finish! Be glad it's here! Now, on with other stuff: Did you not just LOVE Brandon's first line?! *dies* LOVED IT!
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ch 14 - uber-short.
End of a Friendship or Beginning of a Relationship
Disclaimer - I'm sure you have it memorized like I do. Come on, sayt with me, "You can't own a person!"
Notes - Well...Ch 14! Yay! *claps*
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[Ville's P.O.V.]
So here we are, sitting in the Hummer off to New York. Why New York? Because that's where Bam said we're going. And he's the one driving. I'm watching him. Not really watching him as much as I'm trying to read him. Right now, he was an open book. He didn't have his Wall of Protection up, so it was easy to read him. He was....everything, really. Mad--surely at April; confused--probably about everything; those were the two most evident things I could see. One of the more evident underlying things I could see was that he was clearly upset. He didn't want to leave. But he had to. He'd already said he was going to. And I knew he couldn't deal with April being the way she was. I decided to break the icy silence that seemed to have formed around us. "You know...she'll probably come around eventually."
Bam shook his head, a serious, not-going-to-change-my-mind look on his face. "No she won't."
It hurt me to hear his voice so laden with the tears that I just know are going to burst from him soon. And it'll happen before we hit New York. Well before we hit New York.
We were barely out of West Chester before he broke. He actually looked like some very delicate piece of something that broke into millions of pieces. He pulled over to the side of the road and honestly broke. He just absolutely collapsed. "I can't do this, Ville...." He shook his head, looking up at me, tears already streaming down his cheeks. "I can't do this..."
"Sure you can..." I tried to reassure him. I honestly believed it, I just had to get him to. I smiled a small, sad smile, "You're Bam Margera. You can do anything."
He shook his head, "No! I can't! I can do stupid shit that doesn't matter, but I can't handle anything this serious, Ville!"
I leaned over a little and, in a futile attempt, I brushed the tears from his cheeks. "Come on, Bam...of course you can. You've been handling it, haven't you?"
"No! I didn't even get but one fucking hour of sleep last night! I can't fucking handle this, Ville!"
I wanted to do something to help him; to comfort him. But I couldn't. He wasn't believing anything I told him and he wouldn't let me near him enough to comfort him. So I just sat there, leaning against the door, watching my boyfriend have a total meltdown and not being able to do a single thing about any of it. At that moment, he was like a movie that I wanted to turn off, but couldn't look away from. So, I sat there watching him, my heart aching with every sob that passed his lips.
After his momentary--and when I say momentary, I mean, it went on for nearly an hour--breakdown, Bam regained his composure and we were on the road again. And I'm reminded of a song....but I'll not think about that for now.
As we continue on our journey to New York, I continue to watch Bam. Every so often, I'd see a flicker of that broken-Bam flash across his face, but he didn't break after that first time. And in certain ways, that worries me....
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Notes - I know, I know! It's short! .....have you noticed that lately, Ville's POV bits have been really short? Yeah, I just realized that. But they have. *shrug* Oh well...
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And so ends another chapter-set. For those of you that read this/comment and don't have some kind of messanger contact: I have 21 chapters of this planned so far. I'll be sure to be quick on getting 15 & 16 written so I can give you 17-21. That day will be joyful. you'll get a 7 chapter update. LOL! and 21 isn't even ending the fic.......*grin*
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