I'm so freakin happy!!
Title. The Accident Of A lifetime.
Author: unloved_metal , but I answer to Gingey, Loretta, and Stan. Everything but my real name!
Disclaimer: D/O N/H PDS!!
Summary: Ville has stopped writing, because he has hit a wall, when he finds out that Bam has been in a bad accident on his vast property, he goes to visit, and inspiration ensues.
A/N: This is me apologising for being shit at UD’s. Big up to everyone. Your ALL so patient!! Geddit?? Patient?! Oh, I crack myself up!!
The lunch with Ape and Phil, passed without incident, save for Ville nearly choking, when Bam squeezed his leg under the table.
As they drove away, Bam and Ville waving them on, they turned to go indoors. Together, they plopped down on the sofa, and popped on a British motoring show. Top Gear. Bam soon became engrossed, whilst Ville was slowly, and thoughtfully writing in his notebook.
Moments silently passed and Ville kept writing. Soon enough, Bam noticed, and went to read over Ville’s shoulder.
“Oh no you don’t!” Ville said in a pantomime voice. “Not until its finished!”
Bam feigned disgust, and put on his most pathetic voice. “Pwease Willa? You know you wuv me…”
“I do, but you know how I feel about people reading my songs before I finish them.” Ville was not comfortable with people seeing his work until it was totally complete. And Bam was no exception.
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After a while, Ville looked up from his first finished song, and saw that Bam had fallen asleep, with the top of his head rubbing off Ville’s outer thigh. He sighed, and put his notebook on the coffee-table. Yawning, he pulled a blanket over Bam’s sleeping form, kissed his head, and ascended the stairs to bed.
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The next morning, Bam stirred on the couch, yawning and stretching. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he remembered that today he had to go to see abut his X-Ray mix-up.
He muddled into the kitchen, to find himself a cup of coffee. Whilst he waited for the brown beverage to get hot, he sighed. For some reason, he couldn’t fathom why he felt so shit.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Ville enter the room, dressed in a blood red shirt, black jeans, and black Converse. Behind his ear was a single cigarette, and as Bam poured the now hot coffee, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and picked up the mug.
After a large gulp, Ville spoke,
“Hey sexy, how’s the leg?”
“OK, it will be better when I have the cast off. Then I can do what I wanted to do to you on the first night.” Bam smirked. The lead feeling in the it of his stomach refused to leave him, so he pretended it wasn’t there.
“It will huh?” Ville teased, releasing Bam and making his way over to the living room, where he picked up his notebook, and flipped to a new page, writing down a lyric that had hit him on his way down stairs.
Upon his return to the kitchen, Bam had his own mug of coffee and was sitting at the island.
“Want me to help you get ready?” Ville queried, knowing that they would have to be leaving soon, if they were to beat traffic.
“Sure, just give me a minute to finish my coffee, ‘kay?” Bam looked up and smiled.
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Soon enough, the pair were in the Hummer, with Dico driving, as was organised the afternoon before. The journey was quiet, save for Dico randomly saying stuff. His best was the impression of an old Irish fussy woman. Jesus, don’t go into the spare room I’m drying clothes on the rads! Bam and Ville laughed at Dico and his random outbursts, and as the pseudo-tank pulled into the hospital car park, and told hem he would wait for them while they went to see the doctor.
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