Blind Hope - Ch 3
Title: Blind Hope Chapter 3
Author: Me; gothic_elvis
Pairing: Vam in near future
Rating: PG-13 to R/NC-17
Summary: Bam is a spoiled brat who - in his boredness - discovers 'the best band ever' and takes it upon himself to make them his friends. Though when they finally cross paths, things are not as they seemed....
Disclaimer: I merely own the words from their mouths and the spunk in their peckers.
Warnings: None as of now; maybe a scattering of language.
Authors Notes: I've had at least three ideas for fanfics in my head - this is the latest one - and I decided to go with it. The title sucks because it's all I could think of as of now; and I'm sure not going to change it. That'll just confuse people. My summary sucks, but, I'm sure most do. Ah hell, I'm rambling. Read on, lovely people!
Chapter 1 - http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3484900.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3504369.html#cutid1
It was snowing the day the band was supposed to make an appearance at Bam’s home.
After the last showing in New York - Bam knew, he’d been keeping track of their tour dates - Bam called up the guys and asked if they’d like to come down to his castle for the weekend.
Of course they all agreed and set out on the plane the following morning. The bus could have easily driven them all to West Chester, but they were nauseated at the thought of having to be on it longer than needed.
Bam frowned, staring out his kitchen window as he washed the dishes.
Yes, Bam Cole Margera washing dishes - what sight.
The poor man had been a nervous wreck the entire night before, snapping at everyone if they so much as moved anything he had cleaned or dirtied anything.
The crew finally had enough of Bam’s freakiness and left; promising they’d return to meet the band after they arrived.
If they arrive…The skater thought to himself bitterly, shuffling away from the sink towards the deck to stare out into the white air.
As the snow started to fall heavier; big, soft accumulating flakes, Bam’s phone vibrated in his pocket and squeaked once seeing the name.
“Ville? Hey, man, where the hell are you guys?”
“Bam, hi, well, the guys, I don’t know where they are to be for sure. They’re probably still stuck at the airport - they were delayed. I was able to get the last seat on the plane so I’m, heh, standing outside your gate right now.”
“What?” Bam exclaimed, peeking up over the deck to see a black figure waving over at him, hand to his ear; snow blowing around him.
“Oh, shit, I’ll be right out.” He quickly hung up and grabbed his jacket and boots; stuffing them on before running outside.
Ville was shivering in his light black trench coat, trembling hand holding lightly onto a fag. His eyes were closed but his ears attuned; hearing the crunching steps of Bam’s feet on falling snow as he approached.
“Jesus…Ville…how did you make it here on your own?” His out of breath voice panted as a groan of the gate being opened was heard.
The Finn frowned slightly, bending down to grab his bag.
“I’m able to hear and speak, Bam; meaning I can hail a taxi and offer directions well enough.” He tried not to let his voice show the irritation, though know it must have when Bam was silent.
“No, I just mean…well…” The skater trailed off before taking Ville’s arm.
“Come on, let’s get into the house.”
Slowly the younger man led Ville up the sloping lawn towards the door where he gently led him inside.
The warmth hit the Finn immediately and he smiled, breathing in deeply as his head turned.
“I like your place.” He said suddenly.
Bam laughed and said before thinking, “But you can’t see it!”
Ville laughed too, “Oh, I know, it’s just warm…it already feels cozy. Like home.”
Bam’s stomach did an odd flip at that statement and he smiled, taking Ville’s hand.
“Glad to hear it, hope the guys will think so too when they get here.”
He gave Ville a brief tour of the Pirate Bar and the downstairs area before slowly leading him up the stairs.
The American didn’t even realize the things he pointed out to Ville; where the chairs were, how many couches and how they were positioned. They all just slipped out of his mouth in a caring way, which Ville noticed of course.
Ville smiled coyly and was about to interject between Bam’s teachings when his phone vibrated.
“Hang on a minute, sweetheart.” He murmured, cutting the man off.
Bam’s mouth closed and he waited as Ville flipped open his phone, speaking quickly into the phone.
It started as English but rapidly changed to Finnish as Ville’s voice grew more worried and agitated; nose wrinkling in disgust.
Finally he muttered something abruptly; finalizing whatever had been said before hanging up.
Bam watched as he sighed and rubbed his temple before turning to him.
“It was Mige, he said he’s stuck in the New York airport. They’re not letting anyone on planes; apparently it’s storming worse there than here.” He sighed again, exhausted suddenly.
Bam nodded, “Well, I suppose I can just show you where your room is and we can get a bit to drink if you like?”
Ville’s lips immediately curved into a smirk, “You think like a Finn already, Bam. Good for you.”
The man laughed and shrugged, taking the bag and Ville’s hand as he led him up towards his room.
“Yeah, well, I’m a rather big drinker myself. And I know you’re Scandinavian, so I can only imagine how much you do.”
Ville laughed; snort-like giggles drifting up towards the ceiling as they ascended the stairs and made their way to the bedroom.
“This here is your room, it’s second on the right off the hallway; but don’t worry, I’ll help you. Uh…well…the bed is off to the far left against the wall, the armoire is close by and there’s a desk near the head of it.” Bam explained carefully, trying not to word it as if he were speaking to a child.
The Finn nodded, trying to remember it all as he gently released Bam’s hand as he made his way around the room; touching things.
“I can see outlines of things, partially. Like, everything is a black shadow, very black. It’s hard to see even that, some days I can see better than others.” Ville whispered, running his fingers over the wooden desk.
Bam nodded, refraining from asking the question he’d wanted to verbalize the first day he had met him.
Finally Ville turned to Bam - after contemplating for a time - and said pleasantly, “Where’s the shower? I’d like to clean up a bit before we start.”
“Oh, well, this way.” The skater quickly guided Ville towards the bathroom and pointed out everything.
“The faucet is here.” He carefully pulled the Finn’s arm forward and let his hand glide over the knobs. “And the towels are on the rack next to the door when you get out.”
Ville smiled, “Have you ever thought of being one of those blind helpers, Bam? You’re very good at explaining and teaching.”
Bam blushed, “No, of course not. That’s not my kind of thing -“ He broke off, “Helping people, I mean. I-I mean, I like to do that, just not…well…”
Ville laughed, cutting him off, “It’s alright, I understand.” He smiled slightly.
The man’s eyelids slowly dragged open and he looked at the younger man with milky green eyes, unseeing.
It unnerved him more than a little and he swallowed; ashamed to admit he was grossed out by the lifeless look of the man when he ‘stared.’
“Well, uh, I’m just going to go downstairs. Holler if you need help or anything, okay?”
Ville nodded, eyes drifting shut again; face suddenly sad.
“Okay, Bam, thank you.”
Bam left him quickly, shutting the door behind himself as he rushed down the stairs.
**
In the Pirate Bar he consumed a religious amount of alcohol - not fully drunk, but pleasantly buzzed - before ambling back up the stairs.
He still heard the shower running as he fell into the chair, eyes closing.
A flicker of electricity caught his attention and his eyes snapped open as the lights flickered quickly; on and off.
“What the…” Bam began, trailing off when the darkness exploded around him; eyes suddenly as unseeing as the Finn’s.
A loud bang above him made him jump as he realized what it was - or whom.
Ville.
Quickly the man raced up the stairs, taking three at a time, which of course resulted in tripping on several.
He was lucky in how well he knew his house and quickly banged on the bathroom door.
“Ville! Ville are you alright?! Talk to me Ville!” Bam yelled, hearing nothing but the ongoing shower water.
Finally, he swallowed, “Step back from the door if you’re near it Ville!” realizing after he said it that Ville would have no idea if he was near the door.
Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Bam’s foot stomped onto the door and the wood splintered; breaking and allowing Bam’s entrance into the bathroom.
As soon as he stepped foot into the room, he was greeted with darkness and the hot steam burning his eyes.
“Ville…” He whispered again, feeling more lost in his own home than he had ever felt.
**^^
I was able to get this little chapter out before I went to bed...somehow. It's unbelievable, really; at least to me. Mainly I do my writing soon after school, and this was done close to bed time.
So, a little cliff hanger to leave you..well...hanging. xD Sorry for the rather shortness-like of it; more soon, hopefully.
Please, please comment/review if you read! <3 Because you're reading the story of a comment whore. :-D
I probably made a TON of errors too - seeing as I wrote it too late and am too lazy to triple check it - so feel free to correct any you see.
XoXo
Author: Me; gothic_elvis
Pairing: Vam in near future
Rating: PG-13 to R/NC-17
Summary: Bam is a spoiled brat who - in his boredness - discovers 'the best band ever' and takes it upon himself to make them his friends. Though when they finally cross paths, things are not as they seemed....
Disclaimer: I merely own the words from their mouths and the spunk in their peckers.
Warnings: None as of now; maybe a scattering of language.
Authors Notes: I've had at least three ideas for fanfics in my head - this is the latest one - and I decided to go with it. The title sucks because it's all I could think of as of now; and I'm sure not going to change it. That'll just confuse people. My summary sucks, but, I'm sure most do. Ah hell, I'm rambling. Read on, lovely people!
Chapter 1 - http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3484900.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3504369.html#cutid1
It was snowing the day the band was supposed to make an appearance at Bam’s home.
After the last showing in New York - Bam knew, he’d been keeping track of their tour dates - Bam called up the guys and asked if they’d like to come down to his castle for the weekend.
Of course they all agreed and set out on the plane the following morning. The bus could have easily driven them all to West Chester, but they were nauseated at the thought of having to be on it longer than needed.
Bam frowned, staring out his kitchen window as he washed the dishes.
Yes, Bam Cole Margera washing dishes - what sight.
The poor man had been a nervous wreck the entire night before, snapping at everyone if they so much as moved anything he had cleaned or dirtied anything.
The crew finally had enough of Bam’s freakiness and left; promising they’d return to meet the band after they arrived.
If they arrive…The skater thought to himself bitterly, shuffling away from the sink towards the deck to stare out into the white air.
As the snow started to fall heavier; big, soft accumulating flakes, Bam’s phone vibrated in his pocket and squeaked once seeing the name.
“Ville? Hey, man, where the hell are you guys?”
“Bam, hi, well, the guys, I don’t know where they are to be for sure. They’re probably still stuck at the airport - they were delayed. I was able to get the last seat on the plane so I’m, heh, standing outside your gate right now.”
“What?” Bam exclaimed, peeking up over the deck to see a black figure waving over at him, hand to his ear; snow blowing around him.
“Oh, shit, I’ll be right out.” He quickly hung up and grabbed his jacket and boots; stuffing them on before running outside.
Ville was shivering in his light black trench coat, trembling hand holding lightly onto a fag. His eyes were closed but his ears attuned; hearing the crunching steps of Bam’s feet on falling snow as he approached.
“Jesus…Ville…how did you make it here on your own?” His out of breath voice panted as a groan of the gate being opened was heard.
The Finn frowned slightly, bending down to grab his bag.
“I’m able to hear and speak, Bam; meaning I can hail a taxi and offer directions well enough.” He tried not to let his voice show the irritation, though know it must have when Bam was silent.
“No, I just mean…well…” The skater trailed off before taking Ville’s arm.
“Come on, let’s get into the house.”
Slowly the younger man led Ville up the sloping lawn towards the door where he gently led him inside.
The warmth hit the Finn immediately and he smiled, breathing in deeply as his head turned.
“I like your place.” He said suddenly.
Bam laughed and said before thinking, “But you can’t see it!”
Ville laughed too, “Oh, I know, it’s just warm…it already feels cozy. Like home.”
Bam’s stomach did an odd flip at that statement and he smiled, taking Ville’s hand.
“Glad to hear it, hope the guys will think so too when they get here.”
He gave Ville a brief tour of the Pirate Bar and the downstairs area before slowly leading him up the stairs.
The American didn’t even realize the things he pointed out to Ville; where the chairs were, how many couches and how they were positioned. They all just slipped out of his mouth in a caring way, which Ville noticed of course.
Ville smiled coyly and was about to interject between Bam’s teachings when his phone vibrated.
“Hang on a minute, sweetheart.” He murmured, cutting the man off.
Bam’s mouth closed and he waited as Ville flipped open his phone, speaking quickly into the phone.
It started as English but rapidly changed to Finnish as Ville’s voice grew more worried and agitated; nose wrinkling in disgust.
Finally he muttered something abruptly; finalizing whatever had been said before hanging up.
Bam watched as he sighed and rubbed his temple before turning to him.
“It was Mige, he said he’s stuck in the New York airport. They’re not letting anyone on planes; apparently it’s storming worse there than here.” He sighed again, exhausted suddenly.
Bam nodded, “Well, I suppose I can just show you where your room is and we can get a bit to drink if you like?”
Ville’s lips immediately curved into a smirk, “You think like a Finn already, Bam. Good for you.”
The man laughed and shrugged, taking the bag and Ville’s hand as he led him up towards his room.
“Yeah, well, I’m a rather big drinker myself. And I know you’re Scandinavian, so I can only imagine how much you do.”
Ville laughed; snort-like giggles drifting up towards the ceiling as they ascended the stairs and made their way to the bedroom.
“This here is your room, it’s second on the right off the hallway; but don’t worry, I’ll help you. Uh…well…the bed is off to the far left against the wall, the armoire is close by and there’s a desk near the head of it.” Bam explained carefully, trying not to word it as if he were speaking to a child.
The Finn nodded, trying to remember it all as he gently released Bam’s hand as he made his way around the room; touching things.
“I can see outlines of things, partially. Like, everything is a black shadow, very black. It’s hard to see even that, some days I can see better than others.” Ville whispered, running his fingers over the wooden desk.
Bam nodded, refraining from asking the question he’d wanted to verbalize the first day he had met him.
Finally Ville turned to Bam - after contemplating for a time - and said pleasantly, “Where’s the shower? I’d like to clean up a bit before we start.”
“Oh, well, this way.” The skater quickly guided Ville towards the bathroom and pointed out everything.
“The faucet is here.” He carefully pulled the Finn’s arm forward and let his hand glide over the knobs. “And the towels are on the rack next to the door when you get out.”
Ville smiled, “Have you ever thought of being one of those blind helpers, Bam? You’re very good at explaining and teaching.”
Bam blushed, “No, of course not. That’s not my kind of thing -“ He broke off, “Helping people, I mean. I-I mean, I like to do that, just not…well…”
Ville laughed, cutting him off, “It’s alright, I understand.” He smiled slightly.
The man’s eyelids slowly dragged open and he looked at the younger man with milky green eyes, unseeing.
It unnerved him more than a little and he swallowed; ashamed to admit he was grossed out by the lifeless look of the man when he ‘stared.’
“Well, uh, I’m just going to go downstairs. Holler if you need help or anything, okay?”
Ville nodded, eyes drifting shut again; face suddenly sad.
“Okay, Bam, thank you.”
Bam left him quickly, shutting the door behind himself as he rushed down the stairs.
**
In the Pirate Bar he consumed a religious amount of alcohol - not fully drunk, but pleasantly buzzed - before ambling back up the stairs.
He still heard the shower running as he fell into the chair, eyes closing.
A flicker of electricity caught his attention and his eyes snapped open as the lights flickered quickly; on and off.
“What the…” Bam began, trailing off when the darkness exploded around him; eyes suddenly as unseeing as the Finn’s.
A loud bang above him made him jump as he realized what it was - or whom.
Ville.
Quickly the man raced up the stairs, taking three at a time, which of course resulted in tripping on several.
He was lucky in how well he knew his house and quickly banged on the bathroom door.
“Ville! Ville are you alright?! Talk to me Ville!” Bam yelled, hearing nothing but the ongoing shower water.
Finally, he swallowed, “Step back from the door if you’re near it Ville!” realizing after he said it that Ville would have no idea if he was near the door.
Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Bam’s foot stomped onto the door and the wood splintered; breaking and allowing Bam’s entrance into the bathroom.
As soon as he stepped foot into the room, he was greeted with darkness and the hot steam burning his eyes.
“Ville…” He whispered again, feeling more lost in his own home than he had ever felt.
**^^
I was able to get this little chapter out before I went to bed...somehow. It's unbelievable, really; at least to me. Mainly I do my writing soon after school, and this was done close to bed time.
So, a little cliff hanger to leave you..well...hanging. xD Sorry for the rather shortness-like of it; more soon, hopefully.
Please, please comment/review if you read! <3 Because you're reading the story of a comment whore. :-D
I probably made a TON of errors too - seeing as I wrote it too late and am too lazy to triple check it - so feel free to correct any you see.
XoXo