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Hey I'm Kaity. I love the pairing of Ville and Bam. My friend Zoe got me into it cuz she's awesome and sowed me this comunity and convinced me to post my sucky story here. so read it if you want.
You said you would stop!!! What the fuck is this?!?!?!” famous skateboarder Bam Margera screeched. He threw the needle at the wall right next to the tearful Finish rock star, Ville Valo.
Ville Valo hugged his grayish blue sweater to himself, “I’m sorry. Things got out of hand, I didn’t mean to.” He said barely audible. Bam had been looking for some toothpaste in Ville’s cabinet, and there behind a bottle of mouthwash sat the needle.
Bam stormed past his lover towards the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator he grabbed a beer. Sitting at the cluttered counter, Bam rested his head on the countertop. He didn’t understand it. Why wouldn’t he stop.
Ville walked in quietly and put a hand on Bam’s shoulder, but Bam shook him off. Grabbing his beer, Bam marched his way upstairs to the bed room, Ville in tow. Opening the closet he grabbed his suit case and laid it open on the bed.
“No you can’t leave.” Ville said, but Bam didn’t listen he packed his clothes silently as Ville watched from the corner. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave. I need you!” Bam looked up at Ville. To Ville’s surprised, Bam was crying. Shaking his head, he zippered his packed suitcase and walked towards Ville.
Running a hand through Ville’s hair, Bam said, “I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t watch you poison yourself like this. You lied to me and I don’t think your going to change. I love you, Ville, but I can’t do this anymore.” With that said, Bam grabbed his suitcase, kissed Ville on the cheek, and left.
1 month later
“BAM, COME HERE AND WATCH THIS.” April shouted from the living room. Bam walked into the living room and looked on the TV screen. There was a picture of Ville walking into a rehab center.
“… we all thought drug rumors about Ville Valo, Finish Rock star of the band HIM, false, only to be proven wrong. Ville Valo checked into a rehabilitation center, North of Westchester Pennsylvania, and will be discharged later on in the month…” the female news caster stated.
Bam stood in shock, Ville really was going to change. He glanced at April, who was watching him closely. Grabbing his jacket and keys, he left his house in a hurry. He drove to North Westchester Rehabilitation Center and parked in the parking lot.
“I need to see Ville Valo, please.” He said to the front desk lady.
“Name?” she asked.
“Bam Margera” he said impatiently. The woman typed in his name on a computer then told him to go into a plain off-white colored room, which had a table and chairs. He sat on top of the table and waited impatiently. 5 minutes went by the at the door he heard a timid, “Bam?”
There stood Ville, looking sickly pale and vulnerable as ever. He was wearing sweatpants and a tee-shirt, his hair was oily and he just looked so scared. Bam jumped of the table and wrapped his arms around Ville. Never wanting to let go.
“I’m so sorry, Bam, I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.” Ville whispered, tears escaping his vivid green eyes.
“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok.” Bam re-assured. They stayed like that for a while, a nurse came and took Ville away once visiting hours were over. Bam slowly walked to his car, thinking about Ville.
3 weeks later
Bam sat on his couch watching TV aimlessly. The door bell sounded and Bam got up groggily to answer it. Opening the door he smiled at who it was, Ville Valo, his drug free rock star. Pulling Ville inside, he kissed him passionately on the lips. Never wanting to let go.
Thats it for now I guess. Comment if you like it
You said you would stop!!! What the fuck is this?!?!?!” famous skateboarder Bam Margera screeched. He threw the needle at the wall right next to the tearful Finish rock star, Ville Valo.
Ville Valo hugged his grayish blue sweater to himself, “I’m sorry. Things got out of hand, I didn’t mean to.” He said barely audible. Bam had been looking for some toothpaste in Ville’s cabinet, and there behind a bottle of mouthwash sat the needle.
Bam stormed past his lover towards the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator he grabbed a beer. Sitting at the cluttered counter, Bam rested his head on the countertop. He didn’t understand it. Why wouldn’t he stop.
Ville walked in quietly and put a hand on Bam’s shoulder, but Bam shook him off. Grabbing his beer, Bam marched his way upstairs to the bed room, Ville in tow. Opening the closet he grabbed his suit case and laid it open on the bed.
“No you can’t leave.” Ville said, but Bam didn’t listen he packed his clothes silently as Ville watched from the corner. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave. I need you!” Bam looked up at Ville. To Ville’s surprised, Bam was crying. Shaking his head, he zippered his packed suitcase and walked towards Ville.
Running a hand through Ville’s hair, Bam said, “I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t watch you poison yourself like this. You lied to me and I don’t think your going to change. I love you, Ville, but I can’t do this anymore.” With that said, Bam grabbed his suitcase, kissed Ville on the cheek, and left.
1 month later
“BAM, COME HERE AND WATCH THIS.” April shouted from the living room. Bam walked into the living room and looked on the TV screen. There was a picture of Ville walking into a rehab center.
“… we all thought drug rumors about Ville Valo, Finish Rock star of the band HIM, false, only to be proven wrong. Ville Valo checked into a rehabilitation center, North of Westchester Pennsylvania, and will be discharged later on in the month…” the female news caster stated.
Bam stood in shock, Ville really was going to change. He glanced at April, who was watching him closely. Grabbing his jacket and keys, he left his house in a hurry. He drove to North Westchester Rehabilitation Center and parked in the parking lot.
“I need to see Ville Valo, please.” He said to the front desk lady.
“Name?” she asked.
“Bam Margera” he said impatiently. The woman typed in his name on a computer then told him to go into a plain off-white colored room, which had a table and chairs. He sat on top of the table and waited impatiently. 5 minutes went by the at the door he heard a timid, “Bam?”
There stood Ville, looking sickly pale and vulnerable as ever. He was wearing sweatpants and a tee-shirt, his hair was oily and he just looked so scared. Bam jumped of the table and wrapped his arms around Ville. Never wanting to let go.
“I’m so sorry, Bam, I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.” Ville whispered, tears escaping his vivid green eyes.
“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok.” Bam re-assured. They stayed like that for a while, a nurse came and took Ville away once visiting hours were over. Bam slowly walked to his car, thinking about Ville.
3 weeks later
Bam sat on his couch watching TV aimlessly. The door bell sounded and Bam got up groggily to answer it. Opening the door he smiled at who it was, Ville Valo, his drug free rock star. Pulling Ville inside, he kissed him passionately on the lips. Never wanting to let go.
Thats it for now I guess. Comment if you like it