To Love And Be Loved
To Love And Be Loved
Author: Poisongirlfawn
Rating: R
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......
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
OH MY OZZY! She’s baackkkk. Wow. I feel really bad. Worse than shit actually. I’ve been gone for so long, I feel like I’m an outsider. I’m NOT WORTHY!IM NOT WORTHY! I SUCK! I SUCK! *does the Wayne’s World immatation* I had some really hard times including having two of my best friends becoming pregnant, my losing of a very close friend, and me getting kicked out of school and sent to a mental crisis center for a week and a half. I’m ok now though! And, what’s even better? I still have my sence of humor! Woooo! A little note really quick. Sorry this chappies kind of a filler, but not really, you will see what I mean. Um, there is not a whole lot of descriptions because it’s explaining through the dialogue, so go me! I’m hoping to make at least one person laugh with this and hopefully win back all my fans. This story was originally dedicated to Slasher, Karin, and Villespunkbitch but it’s turned into kind of a therapy to me so I shall continue! Anyways, one more note! There is a reference to a TV show in this chapter. Can you guess? I love you all, and I hope you can all forgive me for my absence.
Sincerely,
Poisongirlfawn
Chapter 11:Uranus, Mars, or the Moon
“Should we wake her up?”
“Ewwww. No.”
“Yuck, she’s drooling on the bar!”
“Poke her.”
“No! You poke her!”
“Anyone pokes the severely hung over Finnish cunt and they will all become dick-fucking-less.”
The whole band minus the singer jumped when Fallon spoke, but were all vaguely puzzled as to why she didn’t move.
“This Finnish woman needs a heating pad. Now. I can’t move my head!.”
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Fallon was finally up and fueled with five cups of coffee to keep her going as she paced inside the living room. Gas, Linde, Burton, and Mige were all turning their heads back and forth as she passed them.
“You knew this whole freaking time and you didn’t do anything about it!? Mikko? Mikko! MIKKO!”
“What?” The two Mikko’s said in unison.
Fallon glared.
“Real cute, smartasses.”
At least they had the grace to look down when she glared at them.
Mige shrugged and leaned back on the plush couch with a frown. Linde was the one to quietly clear his throat and speak.
“Fallon, to be honest with you, there wasn’t much we could do…”
“Yeah it would probably only make things worse for him…” Gas said as he rubbed his head.
“Wosh fo hum?” Ville walked into the room with a slightly aquerd stance and sweatpants on. He held a cup of steaming coffee and had a waffle stuck in his mouth.
“Sweatpants? Classy Ville!” Burton chuckled when he saw Ville’s current state of dress.
“Fush ock…”
“What?” They all said in unison.
Ville snorted and carefully sat down next to Fallon and put his coffee on the table.
“I said, ‘Worse for whom?’ ”
“Uh, we were discussing how best to..um…”
Burton jumped in for Fallon with a brilliant story, of course.
“To glue clothes on Novak!”
Fallon arched her eyebrows as well as everyone else except for Ville who was daydreaming while munching on the waffle.
“Yeah, uh, yesterdays events scared Fallon so much that she had to have a meditation session with Lily here in order to cope.”
Fallon sent Mige a very nasty look for that little comment.
“Oh.”
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“Bam? Bam! BAM. BRANDON!”
April shrieked her sons name and moved towards Bam’s bedroom with caution. This was warranted considering the last time the house was this silent she had a very real, very scary, live alligator in her kitchen.
She prodded her sons door open and peered inside.
“Bam? Are you sick?”
“No.”
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
“Are you constipated?”
“N…Wait what?”
“Well honey, something’s obviously going on because you just don’t sit Indian Style on you bed for no reason, more so when your idol is downstairs.”
“Just thinking..”
“Thinking?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, ok, just tell me when Snotty beams back the real Bam, ok?”
“Ok mom…”
April shut the door with a worried look on her face. Bam had just called her Mom. He hasn’t called her that in years. Just what was going on?
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“WEEEEEE!!!!!”
“Ohhhhhhhh FUCKKKK!”
“Dude I so told you sliding down the damn half pipe covered in Pam, is not going to make you fly off up onto the moon….”
“Not the moon! URANUS!!!!”
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“Bam?”
“Oh hey Ry, what’s up?”
Ryan walked into the room and sat next to Bam also shifting into and Indian Style sitting position.
“Actually dude, I’m wondering why you're not out in the yard helping Dico and Novak fly to Mars, oh sorry, I mean Uranus.”
Bam laid back and looked up at his favorite poster.
“Just don’t feel like it…”
“Do you feel like filming?”
“Nah.”
“Do you feel like skating?”
“Nope.”
“Do you feel like…..fucking Ville?”
“Ye…..What the FUCK man!?”
“I room across the hall dude…”
“Ahhh. Um. Wow.”
Bam faced Ryan whom was smiling and stroking his beard like an old man.
“Young one, go follow your hearts desire and get laid.” Ryan said in a mystical fashion.
Bam sat up and chuckled.
“How long have you knew?”
“Since I found you jacking off to the middle part of HIM’s Rendezvous With Anus song.”
“Damn.”
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“Ville? You ok man?” Mige stated as he noticed Ville shaking.
“Yeah you don’t look good.”
“Just a bit cold, it comes and goes…I get weird when I’m not in cold climates or something…”
“We are all Finnish, and your're cold?”
Ville shrugged and zipped up his hoodie.
“Oh! Where’s Bam? What happened last night anyways?”
Ville stopped shaking and looked to the floor.
“He came up and apologized to me…Well more or less.”
Mige snickered and earned a jab in the ribs from Linde.
“And then?” Burton asked while Ville dug out his smokes and lit one up.
Ville exhaled and shrugged limply.
“Well at least he did something after I popped him one.”
Ville looked at Fallon with wide eyes as did the rest of the group.
“You struck our host? We are the guests I believe.”
Linde said this with a small smile on his face.
“No! Well, ok, yes I did. But it was more of a love tap I swear!”
“Perhaps, Darling, you should sleep on the bus from now on.”
The whole group burst out laughing at Ville’s solemn suggestion.
“Love tap?” I have an ‘effing goose-egg, woman!”
Everyone turned to look at Bam who stood with his hands on his hips and a row of band-aids half hazardly pasted across his jaw. Along with a bruise that looked like a…tiny heartagram?
“Love, you had Fallon punch you with her heartagram ring just so you could have a bruise in the shape of it? That’s oddly sweet and somewhat sadistic.”
Bam struck a pose like a little girl.
“Anything for you, deeaaarrrr.”
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There it is vammers, my absolutely ridiculously, horrendous, chapter. Please leave your comments, I need to know if you guys forgive me or not, I really love you all. I will be back, reviewing your stories as well! I hope you all enjoyed it!
Author: Poisongirlfawn
Rating: R
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......
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
OH MY OZZY! She’s baackkkk. Wow. I feel really bad. Worse than shit actually. I’ve been gone for so long, I feel like I’m an outsider. I’m NOT WORTHY!IM NOT WORTHY! I SUCK! I SUCK! *does the Wayne’s World immatation* I had some really hard times including having two of my best friends becoming pregnant, my losing of a very close friend, and me getting kicked out of school and sent to a mental crisis center for a week and a half. I’m ok now though! And, what’s even better? I still have my sence of humor! Woooo! A little note really quick. Sorry this chappies kind of a filler, but not really, you will see what I mean. Um, there is not a whole lot of descriptions because it’s explaining through the dialogue, so go me! I’m hoping to make at least one person laugh with this and hopefully win back all my fans. This story was originally dedicated to Slasher, Karin, and Villespunkbitch but it’s turned into kind of a therapy to me so I shall continue! Anyways, one more note! There is a reference to a TV show in this chapter. Can you guess? I love you all, and I hope you can all forgive me for my absence.
Sincerely,
Poisongirlfawn
Chapter 11:Uranus, Mars, or the Moon
“Should we wake her up?”
“Ewwww. No.”
“Yuck, she’s drooling on the bar!”
“Poke her.”
“No! You poke her!”
“Anyone pokes the severely hung over Finnish cunt and they will all become dick-fucking-less.”
The whole band minus the singer jumped when Fallon spoke, but were all vaguely puzzled as to why she didn’t move.
“This Finnish woman needs a heating pad. Now. I can’t move my head!.”
----------------------------------------------
Fallon was finally up and fueled with five cups of coffee to keep her going as she paced inside the living room. Gas, Linde, Burton, and Mige were all turning their heads back and forth as she passed them.
“You knew this whole freaking time and you didn’t do anything about it!? Mikko? Mikko! MIKKO!”
“What?” The two Mikko’s said in unison.
Fallon glared.
“Real cute, smartasses.”
At least they had the grace to look down when she glared at them.
Mige shrugged and leaned back on the plush couch with a frown. Linde was the one to quietly clear his throat and speak.
“Fallon, to be honest with you, there wasn’t much we could do…”
“Yeah it would probably only make things worse for him…” Gas said as he rubbed his head.
“Wosh fo hum?” Ville walked into the room with a slightly aquerd stance and sweatpants on. He held a cup of steaming coffee and had a waffle stuck in his mouth.
“Sweatpants? Classy Ville!” Burton chuckled when he saw Ville’s current state of dress.
“Fush ock…”
“What?” They all said in unison.
Ville snorted and carefully sat down next to Fallon and put his coffee on the table.
“I said, ‘Worse for whom?’ ”
“Uh, we were discussing how best to..um…”
Burton jumped in for Fallon with a brilliant story, of course.
“To glue clothes on Novak!”
Fallon arched her eyebrows as well as everyone else except for Ville who was daydreaming while munching on the waffle.
“Yeah, uh, yesterdays events scared Fallon so much that she had to have a meditation session with Lily here in order to cope.”
Fallon sent Mige a very nasty look for that little comment.
“Oh.”
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“Bam? Bam! BAM. BRANDON!”
April shrieked her sons name and moved towards Bam’s bedroom with caution. This was warranted considering the last time the house was this silent she had a very real, very scary, live alligator in her kitchen.
She prodded her sons door open and peered inside.
“Bam? Are you sick?”
“No.”
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
“Are you constipated?”
“N…Wait what?”
“Well honey, something’s obviously going on because you just don’t sit Indian Style on you bed for no reason, more so when your idol is downstairs.”
“Just thinking..”
“Thinking?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, ok, just tell me when Snotty beams back the real Bam, ok?”
“Ok mom…”
April shut the door with a worried look on her face. Bam had just called her Mom. He hasn’t called her that in years. Just what was going on?
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“WEEEEEE!!!!!”
“Ohhhhhhhh FUCKKKK!”
“Dude I so told you sliding down the damn half pipe covered in Pam, is not going to make you fly off up onto the moon….”
“Not the moon! URANUS!!!!”
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“Bam?”
“Oh hey Ry, what’s up?”
Ryan walked into the room and sat next to Bam also shifting into and Indian Style sitting position.
“Actually dude, I’m wondering why you're not out in the yard helping Dico and Novak fly to Mars, oh sorry, I mean Uranus.”
Bam laid back and looked up at his favorite poster.
“Just don’t feel like it…”
“Do you feel like filming?”
“Nah.”
“Do you feel like skating?”
“Nope.”
“Do you feel like…..fucking Ville?”
“Ye…..What the FUCK man!?”
“I room across the hall dude…”
“Ahhh. Um. Wow.”
Bam faced Ryan whom was smiling and stroking his beard like an old man.
“Young one, go follow your hearts desire and get laid.” Ryan said in a mystical fashion.
Bam sat up and chuckled.
“How long have you knew?”
“Since I found you jacking off to the middle part of HIM’s Rendezvous With Anus song.”
“Damn.”
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“Ville? You ok man?” Mige stated as he noticed Ville shaking.
“Yeah you don’t look good.”
“Just a bit cold, it comes and goes…I get weird when I’m not in cold climates or something…”
“We are all Finnish, and your're cold?”
Ville shrugged and zipped up his hoodie.
“Oh! Where’s Bam? What happened last night anyways?”
Ville stopped shaking and looked to the floor.
“He came up and apologized to me…Well more or less.”
Mige snickered and earned a jab in the ribs from Linde.
“And then?” Burton asked while Ville dug out his smokes and lit one up.
Ville exhaled and shrugged limply.
“Well at least he did something after I popped him one.”
Ville looked at Fallon with wide eyes as did the rest of the group.
“You struck our host? We are the guests I believe.”
Linde said this with a small smile on his face.
“No! Well, ok, yes I did. But it was more of a love tap I swear!”
“Perhaps, Darling, you should sleep on the bus from now on.”
The whole group burst out laughing at Ville’s solemn suggestion.
“Love tap?” I have an ‘effing goose-egg, woman!”
Everyone turned to look at Bam who stood with his hands on his hips and a row of band-aids half hazardly pasted across his jaw. Along with a bruise that looked like a…tiny heartagram?
“Love, you had Fallon punch you with her heartagram ring just so you could have a bruise in the shape of it? That’s oddly sweet and somewhat sadistic.”
Bam struck a pose like a little girl.
“Anything for you, deeaaarrrr.”
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There it is vammers, my absolutely ridiculously, horrendous, chapter. Please leave your comments, I need to know if you guys forgive me or not, I really love you all. I will be back, reviewing your stories as well! I hope you all enjoyed it!