new fic
ok. so as i said before, i decided not to write the sequel to I'll Be Yours, but i did start writing this one.
it's kinda like Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, kind of. but its a little different. yah, Coma White was the only song i could think of to fit this story losely... o.O
Chapter 1
I didn’t think it was a dream at first. Me and Bam were sitting in a blindingly white room on a black bed. I could feel his hand on my shoulder. It felt real, how could it not be. I didn’t realize it was a dream until Bam spoke and I couldn’t hear him. He seemed to fade away from me. I tried to wrap my arm’s around him before he fully faded away, but all I grabbed was air.
Still in the dream, but then again not exactly in the dream, I was thinking for myself. Maybe I was I a coma. I couldn’t really be sure. I walked around in the white room. In the far left corner, I saw a picture. I slowly picked it up.
The picture was one that was taken in California at the Del Mar fair of me and Bam. We were kissing. I studied the picture, remembering that day. It was the day of our one year anniversary. Also the day of our first break up. We ended up getting back together and breaking up several times after that. We were officially broken up now.
I sat down on the black bed, but the black bed wasn’t a bed anymore, it was a box. I got up and opened it.
The contents were blank pieces of glossy paper. Where was I? Wonderland?
Chapter 2
I was staring at the box. I opened it again. One of the glossy pieces of paper had now turned into a picture. I grabbed it.
Another one of the Del Mar fair. Suddenly, the white room turned into the Del Mar fair. I was swept away there. Bam was standing beside me laughing with Ryan.
“Bam?” I touched his shoulder. He was real, wasn’t he? He felt real. Everything seemed real.
“Ville! I am Bam, but I’m just a memory,” said Bam. Erm, “Bam”. I was confused.
“So, why am I here?” I asked.
“You’re not…”
As quickly as that happened, I was back in the white room with the box. Now there was a picture on top of the box. I picked it up.
Me and Bam in high school. Me and Bam had met in junior high school. I had moved to America from Finland in the sixth grade, he was my first friend.
The picture was taken at a party in West Chester. I didn’t really remember a whole lot from that party. It was the last Senior party before graduation at some girls house. Probably Jenn. Me and Bam were having so much fun that night. I remember going up the stairs to a bedroom. It was mine and Bam’s first kiss.
Once again, I was swept away to the party. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs with Bam pulling on my hand.
“C’mon Ville,” I heard Bam say. The party was going on around us, but slowly. The music was muffled, everyone was blurry and moving slowly.
“Bam?” I said quietly.
“Just a memory,” he said. Real or memory, I followed him up the stairs. He felt real. I could feel his fingers wrapped around my fingers. They were warm, so warm.
My mind went blank when we entered the room. Bam kissed me softly at first, then his tongue bursted into my mouth. I kissed back harshly. Bam pulled away quickly. He leaned close to my ear. I could feel his cheek on mine, his breathing was heavy.
“Do you remember me?” he whispered. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Of course I remember you!” I exclaimed. Bam’s eyes put holes in my soul.
“No you don’t,” he replied.
Shit. Back in the white room. I remembered Bam. Everything about him. Every little thing I loved about him, everything I hated. Every single perfect flaw. I remembered it all.
“Bam, I remember you!” I shouted out. Who was going to hear me? Not Bam, that was for sure.
“I just don’t love you,” I finished. I used to love Bam. But our love died. Our once bright and shining flame was now a fading lackluster glow.
it's kinda like Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, kind of. but its a little different. yah, Coma White was the only song i could think of to fit this story losely... o.O
Chapter 1
I didn’t think it was a dream at first. Me and Bam were sitting in a blindingly white room on a black bed. I could feel his hand on my shoulder. It felt real, how could it not be. I didn’t realize it was a dream until Bam spoke and I couldn’t hear him. He seemed to fade away from me. I tried to wrap my arm’s around him before he fully faded away, but all I grabbed was air.
Still in the dream, but then again not exactly in the dream, I was thinking for myself. Maybe I was I a coma. I couldn’t really be sure. I walked around in the white room. In the far left corner, I saw a picture. I slowly picked it up.
The picture was one that was taken in California at the Del Mar fair of me and Bam. We were kissing. I studied the picture, remembering that day. It was the day of our one year anniversary. Also the day of our first break up. We ended up getting back together and breaking up several times after that. We were officially broken up now.
I sat down on the black bed, but the black bed wasn’t a bed anymore, it was a box. I got up and opened it.
The contents were blank pieces of glossy paper. Where was I? Wonderland?
Chapter 2
I was staring at the box. I opened it again. One of the glossy pieces of paper had now turned into a picture. I grabbed it.
Another one of the Del Mar fair. Suddenly, the white room turned into the Del Mar fair. I was swept away there. Bam was standing beside me laughing with Ryan.
“Bam?” I touched his shoulder. He was real, wasn’t he? He felt real. Everything seemed real.
“Ville! I am Bam, but I’m just a memory,” said Bam. Erm, “Bam”. I was confused.
“So, why am I here?” I asked.
“You’re not…”
As quickly as that happened, I was back in the white room with the box. Now there was a picture on top of the box. I picked it up.
Me and Bam in high school. Me and Bam had met in junior high school. I had moved to America from Finland in the sixth grade, he was my first friend.
The picture was taken at a party in West Chester. I didn’t really remember a whole lot from that party. It was the last Senior party before graduation at some girls house. Probably Jenn. Me and Bam were having so much fun that night. I remember going up the stairs to a bedroom. It was mine and Bam’s first kiss.
Once again, I was swept away to the party. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs with Bam pulling on my hand.
“C’mon Ville,” I heard Bam say. The party was going on around us, but slowly. The music was muffled, everyone was blurry and moving slowly.
“Bam?” I said quietly.
“Just a memory,” he said. Real or memory, I followed him up the stairs. He felt real. I could feel his fingers wrapped around my fingers. They were warm, so warm.
My mind went blank when we entered the room. Bam kissed me softly at first, then his tongue bursted into my mouth. I kissed back harshly. Bam pulled away quickly. He leaned close to my ear. I could feel his cheek on mine, his breathing was heavy.
“Do you remember me?” he whispered. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Of course I remember you!” I exclaimed. Bam’s eyes put holes in my soul.
“No you don’t,” he replied.
Shit. Back in the white room. I remembered Bam. Everything about him. Every little thing I loved about him, everything I hated. Every single perfect flaw. I remembered it all.
“Bam, I remember you!” I shouted out. Who was going to hear me? Not Bam, that was for sure.
“I just don’t love you,” I finished. I used to love Bam. But our love died. Our once bright and shining flame was now a fading lackluster glow.