Close Encounters - Ch. 11
Title: Close Encounters - Chapter 11
Rating: Some parts PG, others R.
Disclaimer: No characters, only story
Summery: Bam discovers HIM and begins his journey on tour with them in the US. As he and Ville discover their love, many new adventures unfold, only to have a tragedy befall them. NOTE: Read the Background info before reading the story or it won’t make sense!
A/N: links to previous chapters are inside.
BACKGROUND INFO: Okay, the characters are obviously real people. HOWEVER, this would be given that HIM toured the US for Razorblade Romance; all dates are obviously made up for the purpose of the story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
--- At a concert about a week later --- Bam
The band was now touring in Nevada. I never really took it into consideration that HIM fans were everywhere. Their music had spread like wildfire in the states.
I felt elbows jab into my sides. Hands reached up above me and grasped into the air. Screaming fans surrounded me. I had decided that I wanted to remember what it was like to just be a fan, lost in the crowd.
Ville came onstage, “Good evening everyone,” he said softly into the microphone.
Again, the sound of shrieking teenage girls was deafening.
The band opened with Your Sweet 666. Ville’s body swayed back and forth as he paced the stage, his deep voice bellowing the hypnotic lyrics. I lost myself in the rush of everything. I forgot that he had long since been my lover. I focused only on the thumping bass and sexy vocals.
Throughout the entire concert, it was as if my mind had fallen under a spell. I had taken for granted how much I truly loved HIM’s music - as a band, not just Ville.
Ville said goodnight and the crowd began to thin. I walked around the side of the stage and saw him standing with his hands on his hips, staring down at the ground. People scurried around him packing equipment and shouting orders to each other.
I walked up to him and slapped his ass, “Great performance - can I get your autograph Mr. Valo?” I said jokingly.
He laughed momentarily, but his mind seemed to quickly wander elsewhere. His green eyes stared off into space. I couldn’t tell if his thoughts were racing, or if everything in his head had just gone blank.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He sighed and lifted his hand to his mouth, cupping it over it as if to keep himself from saying something he shouldn’t.
I reached up and grabbed a hold of his hand, and held it down by his waist. His fingers were long and thin, his hands strangely cold. I gave it a squeeze, hoping for some sort of reaction to show on his face, but nothing came. He looked so empty.
--- Later at a bar --- Ville
I had chosen to not go back to the bus with Bam and the rest of the guys. I couldn’t keep my feet on the ground. All night, I had felt so out of place.
I had begun to wonder what I was doing, where I was going with all of this. The fame, the fans - Bam, most of all. Tonight, when he stood in the crowd, he had stuck out like a sore thumb. I couldn’t ignore his presence. I had wanted to just lose my thoughts and prance around on stage like always, but I couldn’t . For some reason tonight, I had felt like I had to live up to something. Like I had to play the big Rock Star for him.
But why? Why now? Why am I suddenly doubting everything about me?
I just don’t know if I can handle the intensity of things between him and me anymore. Our week at the cabin had been amazing - too amazing. I loved him, I honestly loved him. I’d never cared about anyone like this before. I’d never felt so vulnerable. It was as if my entire being could succumb to his every whim.
I looked to my right and noticed a tall, thin boy, who appeared to be barely 18, staring in my direction. His long black hair fell onto his shoulders, his eyes were a startling shade of blue.
Trying to ignore it, I played with my drink in my hands, my vision beginning to blur from the amount of liquor flowing through my blood stream. The ice clinked around in the glass, splashing the liquid onto the counter.
The boy began to approach me, I felt my body grow tense and nervous. Why was I acting like this? I’m the one that’s supposed to make them nervous. I’m the famous one. I’m the one who always plays the mind games. God, what has this done to me?
He sat down beside me and lowered his head so that he peeked up into my face.
“Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?” he said with a grin.
“N-n-nothing. Just having a drink,” I managed to stutter.
“Someone like you shouldn’t be sitting alone. Care for some company?”
I hesitated. I didn’t really want his company. But at the same time, I didn’t want to be alone, and I certainly didn’t want to go back and be with the guys, or Bam for the moment. So why not? “Sure,” I replied.
We talked for awhile. He told me that his name was Dean, he was 20 (surprisingly), single, working at a coffee shop full time and had his own apartment.
“You know, my place is only about a block from here…” he said, tempting me with his tone of voice.
I felt weak. I didn’t want to resist anymore. I wasn’t cut out for honesty and monogamy.
I set my drink down on the table and stood up. I extended my arm and gripped onto his hand.
“Lead the way,” I said with a smirk.
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Rating: Some parts PG, others R.
Disclaimer: No characters, only story
Summery: Bam discovers HIM and begins his journey on tour with them in the US. As he and Ville discover their love, many new adventures unfold, only to have a tragedy befall them. NOTE: Read the Background info before reading the story or it won’t make sense!
A/N: links to previous chapters are inside.
BACKGROUND INFO: Okay, the characters are obviously real people. HOWEVER, this would be given that HIM toured the US for Razorblade Romance; all dates are obviously made up for the purpose of the story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
--- At a concert about a week later --- Bam
The band was now touring in Nevada. I never really took it into consideration that HIM fans were everywhere. Their music had spread like wildfire in the states.
I felt elbows jab into my sides. Hands reached up above me and grasped into the air. Screaming fans surrounded me. I had decided that I wanted to remember what it was like to just be a fan, lost in the crowd.
Ville came onstage, “Good evening everyone,” he said softly into the microphone.
Again, the sound of shrieking teenage girls was deafening.
The band opened with Your Sweet 666. Ville’s body swayed back and forth as he paced the stage, his deep voice bellowing the hypnotic lyrics. I lost myself in the rush of everything. I forgot that he had long since been my lover. I focused only on the thumping bass and sexy vocals.
Throughout the entire concert, it was as if my mind had fallen under a spell. I had taken for granted how much I truly loved HIM’s music - as a band, not just Ville.
Ville said goodnight and the crowd began to thin. I walked around the side of the stage and saw him standing with his hands on his hips, staring down at the ground. People scurried around him packing equipment and shouting orders to each other.
I walked up to him and slapped his ass, “Great performance - can I get your autograph Mr. Valo?” I said jokingly.
He laughed momentarily, but his mind seemed to quickly wander elsewhere. His green eyes stared off into space. I couldn’t tell if his thoughts were racing, or if everything in his head had just gone blank.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He sighed and lifted his hand to his mouth, cupping it over it as if to keep himself from saying something he shouldn’t.
I reached up and grabbed a hold of his hand, and held it down by his waist. His fingers were long and thin, his hands strangely cold. I gave it a squeeze, hoping for some sort of reaction to show on his face, but nothing came. He looked so empty.
--- Later at a bar --- Ville
I had chosen to not go back to the bus with Bam and the rest of the guys. I couldn’t keep my feet on the ground. All night, I had felt so out of place.
I had begun to wonder what I was doing, where I was going with all of this. The fame, the fans - Bam, most of all. Tonight, when he stood in the crowd, he had stuck out like a sore thumb. I couldn’t ignore his presence. I had wanted to just lose my thoughts and prance around on stage like always, but I couldn’t . For some reason tonight, I had felt like I had to live up to something. Like I had to play the big Rock Star for him.
But why? Why now? Why am I suddenly doubting everything about me?
I just don’t know if I can handle the intensity of things between him and me anymore. Our week at the cabin had been amazing - too amazing. I loved him, I honestly loved him. I’d never cared about anyone like this before. I’d never felt so vulnerable. It was as if my entire being could succumb to his every whim.
I looked to my right and noticed a tall, thin boy, who appeared to be barely 18, staring in my direction. His long black hair fell onto his shoulders, his eyes were a startling shade of blue.
Trying to ignore it, I played with my drink in my hands, my vision beginning to blur from the amount of liquor flowing through my blood stream. The ice clinked around in the glass, splashing the liquid onto the counter.
The boy began to approach me, I felt my body grow tense and nervous. Why was I acting like this? I’m the one that’s supposed to make them nervous. I’m the famous one. I’m the one who always plays the mind games. God, what has this done to me?
He sat down beside me and lowered his head so that he peeked up into my face.
“Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?” he said with a grin.
“N-n-nothing. Just having a drink,” I managed to stutter.
“Someone like you shouldn’t be sitting alone. Care for some company?”
I hesitated. I didn’t really want his company. But at the same time, I didn’t want to be alone, and I certainly didn’t want to go back and be with the guys, or Bam for the moment. So why not? “Sure,” I replied.
We talked for awhile. He told me that his name was Dean, he was 20 (surprisingly), single, working at a coffee shop full time and had his own apartment.
“You know, my place is only about a block from here…” he said, tempting me with his tone of voice.
I felt weak. I didn’t want to resist anymore. I wasn’t cut out for honesty and monogamy.
I set my drink down on the table and stood up. I extended my arm and gripped onto his hand.
“Lead the way,” I said with a smirk.
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