New fic!! *jumps up and down*
Being bored and looking at pictures of Eicca from Apocalyptica while listening to Blink-182 doesn't do me any good. I wind up writing things like this...
Tittle: Auctions and Broken Vases - Chapter One
POV: Third
Author: hilson_is_love
Pairing(s): Vam, slight Minde later on.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: April drags Bam to an auction. When the skater is intrigued by the Auctioneer's accent, he begins to pay attention...
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. Bam is IN DENIAL.
A/N: Bam is sixteen in this.
“Brandon!”
Bam was roused from his deep sleep at his mother’s annoyed yell.
“Brandon Cole Margera!”
Sighing, Bam rolled out of bed, stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. “What the fuck, mom? I was sleeping.”
April fumed. “Don’t swear, Brandon. You know what you did.”
Bam looked uncomprehending. “Huh?”
April indicated the pile of broken pottery on the counter-top. Bam tried not to laugh at the state of what had been his mother’s favourite vase. He had taken a hammer to it the night before. Not for any reason other than because he could.
April frowned. “You’re in trouble, Bam. You’re coming with me to the auctions. I saw another vase exactly the same. We’re buying it.”
“But, mom, I had plans! You know I had plans!” Bam protested.
April looked at him sternly. “No, buts, Brandon. You wrecked my vase; you have to come with me to get it replaced. Anyway, what were your plans? Hmmm? To egg Don Vito’s house? To wreak havoc with Raab and Ryan?”
Bam scowled. “Fine, I’ll come to the fucking auctions with you. Replace your lousy vase.” Muttering under his breath, he made his way back up to his room to get dressed.
“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes!” April called after him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
April pulled the car to a stop outside a warehouse. Bam pulled a face as he and his mother exited the car and entered the warehouse.
The skater was grumpy, to say the least. Sitting in the nearest chair, he resolutely folded his muscular arms across his chest and stared stonily at the ground.
After ten minutes or so, a deep voice sounded through the P.A. system. The voice was oddly accented. Partway between American, English and something Bam could not quite place.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” the voice intrigued Bam, who looked up. At the front of the room, standing on a podium, was a tall, slightly chubby man who looked about twenty-two, with neck-length, wavy, dark-brown hair and big blue eyes. Bam felt the inexplicable urge to run up and poke the man in the stomach, but he refrained as the man began to speak again.
Bam watched the Auctioneer flog fifteen more lots before his eyes were drawn to the tall, slender, dark-haired, pale figure standing to the left of the podium. The figure was the most beautiful Bam had ever seen, the angelic face playing host to the greenest eyes the American had ever had the grace of gazing upon.
Tittle: Auctions and Broken Vases - Chapter One
POV: Third
Author: hilson_is_love
Pairing(s): Vam, slight Minde later on.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: April drags Bam to an auction. When the skater is intrigued by the Auctioneer's accent, he begins to pay attention...
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. Bam is IN DENIAL.
A/N: Bam is sixteen in this.
“Brandon!”
Bam was roused from his deep sleep at his mother’s annoyed yell.
“Brandon Cole Margera!”
Sighing, Bam rolled out of bed, stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. “What the fuck, mom? I was sleeping.”
April fumed. “Don’t swear, Brandon. You know what you did.”
Bam looked uncomprehending. “Huh?”
April indicated the pile of broken pottery on the counter-top. Bam tried not to laugh at the state of what had been his mother’s favourite vase. He had taken a hammer to it the night before. Not for any reason other than because he could.
April frowned. “You’re in trouble, Bam. You’re coming with me to the auctions. I saw another vase exactly the same. We’re buying it.”
“But, mom, I had plans! You know I had plans!” Bam protested.
April looked at him sternly. “No, buts, Brandon. You wrecked my vase; you have to come with me to get it replaced. Anyway, what were your plans? Hmmm? To egg Don Vito’s house? To wreak havoc with Raab and Ryan?”
Bam scowled. “Fine, I’ll come to the fucking auctions with you. Replace your lousy vase.” Muttering under his breath, he made his way back up to his room to get dressed.
“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes!” April called after him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
April pulled the car to a stop outside a warehouse. Bam pulled a face as he and his mother exited the car and entered the warehouse.
The skater was grumpy, to say the least. Sitting in the nearest chair, he resolutely folded his muscular arms across his chest and stared stonily at the ground.
After ten minutes or so, a deep voice sounded through the P.A. system. The voice was oddly accented. Partway between American, English and something Bam could not quite place.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” the voice intrigued Bam, who looked up. At the front of the room, standing on a podium, was a tall, slightly chubby man who looked about twenty-two, with neck-length, wavy, dark-brown hair and big blue eyes. Bam felt the inexplicable urge to run up and poke the man in the stomach, but he refrained as the man began to speak again.
Bam watched the Auctioneer flog fifteen more lots before his eyes were drawn to the tall, slender, dark-haired, pale figure standing to the left of the podium. The figure was the most beautiful Bam had ever seen, the angelic face playing host to the greenest eyes the American had ever had the grace of gazing upon.