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Hi people this is my first post ever in this community, and this is my first fic of this kind. I'm not sure how it's going to end or how long it's going to be. Anyway I would appreciate any comment. I know it's not a great story, but I lack a vocabulary, not being native English speaker.
So here you go.
Title: Confusion in our hearts
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Bam did something to Ville, both guys are confused
Chapter I
“Oh, fuck! I think my head is going to explode,” said Ville in a hoarse voice. He was scratching his head like he was trying to drive away the hangover from the last night. I was awake, but I was lying in the bed, running over and over the last night. We got shit faced as never before, partying the whole day, celebrating the new video we’ve just finished. I can’t remember anything about last night except of the things I’ve done when we came home. Things he probably doesn’t even remember. I feel a bit sick of myself. No, I’m disgusted with myself.
Ville got off the bed, still in his clothes, walking over to the bottle of Jeggermaister lying on the table. He took it, crashed on the bed again, pulled out one of his beloved fags and lit it. He took a few long sips from the bottle and offered it to me. “Wanna some? It helps, you know. It’s much better than taking aspirin or alike drugs docks would recommend,” he said grinning.
I smiled, shaking my head still not used to his way of fighting with ravages of alcohol. I’ve never got used to that, though I’ve been witnessing it for years, now. Guess it’s Finnish way. Or Ville’s way, more likely. You could never tell by looking at his skinny stature that he’s able to take so much drink and stay on his feet. If I would be soaking myself like he does I would probably end up in hospital or maybe even die. I’m the more fragile one of the two of us when it comes to booze.
“You’re unbelievable, you know. Want to get drunk again, huh? I’m going to phone your mum and tell her what alcoholic she had gave birth to” I said trying to be funny. He frowned “Yeah, do that, I bet she would tell you to fuck off.” We both start laughing, imagining Anita, being protective, as she always is, to her beautiful and “perfect” son. Yeah, “perfect”. He’s the only person I know who’s so perfect in it’s own imperfection. It’s just the way he is you can’t help it.
He was taking another deep breath of his Marlboro light, lying recklessly in his favorite Rolling Stone t-shirt, black pants and converse sneakers, brushing his long curls. That seemed like the sexiest sight you could treat yourself with in the morning. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t talk like that.
Nothing happened, he’s doesn’t remember anything, he’s singing it’s just one regular morning, so act like that, I was thinking to myself.
He was mumbling some song making me grin again as he was getting off the bed on his way to the bathroom. That was another thing I liked about him. While I would usually moan after crazy night, rolling over bed cursing the person who invented something so sweet but so dangerous for brain cells, he would start humming some lines or playing some song on his precious Sylvester.
“What the fuck?” I heard him shouting.
Oh, God, on no, please not now, I can’t go through it. Please wake me up I’m dreaming.
“Bam, what the fuck happened last night? I have a bruise on my neck.”
I felt frozen. Fuck it. I was watching him while he was asleep and I haven’t noticed what I did to him. Damn his scarf! Think Bam, think!
“Um, I …don’t know. Maybe, you got that when that fan chick kissed you last night.” Shit Bam, that wouldn’t convince even a 4-year old kid.
“What the fuck are you talking about? C’mon man this can be fucking serious, you know! Fuck you Ville! You fucking bastard! Shit, why do I drink, when I can’t remember what the fuck am I doing? Fuck! Fuck!” He was screaming panicking.
“Calm down man! You’re freaking me out!” I said hoping that he would calm down.
“I’m freaking you out? I’m the one who might have picked up some stupid chick and shagged her without a fucking condom and got AIDS? Shit!” He was on the edge, that was his biggest fear and he was facing it with tears in his eyes and desperation.
“Trust me you didn’t do that” escaped off my lips.
“How can you be so sure? Were you with me every second last night? Do you remember the last night at all?” he was throwing questions at me like knives.
“No, I don’t remember everything” I replied.
“Then don’t tell me to calm down OK? Take me to the fucking hospital will you?” he was freaking out.
“OK” I said, thinking that would calm him down and give me some time to think of some good explanation he might believe.
“And when I get the results I’m going to find out how did I get this blue shit on my neck. I feel like raped.” He said getting out of the room making me realize I won’t get out of this so easy. I could do nothing else but follow him.
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So?
So here you go.
Title: Confusion in our hearts
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Bam did something to Ville, both guys are confused
Chapter I
“Oh, fuck! I think my head is going to explode,” said Ville in a hoarse voice. He was scratching his head like he was trying to drive away the hangover from the last night. I was awake, but I was lying in the bed, running over and over the last night. We got shit faced as never before, partying the whole day, celebrating the new video we’ve just finished. I can’t remember anything about last night except of the things I’ve done when we came home. Things he probably doesn’t even remember. I feel a bit sick of myself. No, I’m disgusted with myself.
Ville got off the bed, still in his clothes, walking over to the bottle of Jeggermaister lying on the table. He took it, crashed on the bed again, pulled out one of his beloved fags and lit it. He took a few long sips from the bottle and offered it to me. “Wanna some? It helps, you know. It’s much better than taking aspirin or alike drugs docks would recommend,” he said grinning.
I smiled, shaking my head still not used to his way of fighting with ravages of alcohol. I’ve never got used to that, though I’ve been witnessing it for years, now. Guess it’s Finnish way. Or Ville’s way, more likely. You could never tell by looking at his skinny stature that he’s able to take so much drink and stay on his feet. If I would be soaking myself like he does I would probably end up in hospital or maybe even die. I’m the more fragile one of the two of us when it comes to booze.
“You’re unbelievable, you know. Want to get drunk again, huh? I’m going to phone your mum and tell her what alcoholic she had gave birth to” I said trying to be funny. He frowned “Yeah, do that, I bet she would tell you to fuck off.” We both start laughing, imagining Anita, being protective, as she always is, to her beautiful and “perfect” son. Yeah, “perfect”. He’s the only person I know who’s so perfect in it’s own imperfection. It’s just the way he is you can’t help it.
He was taking another deep breath of his Marlboro light, lying recklessly in his favorite Rolling Stone t-shirt, black pants and converse sneakers, brushing his long curls. That seemed like the sexiest sight you could treat yourself with in the morning. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t talk like that.
Nothing happened, he’s doesn’t remember anything, he’s singing it’s just one regular morning, so act like that, I was thinking to myself.
He was mumbling some song making me grin again as he was getting off the bed on his way to the bathroom. That was another thing I liked about him. While I would usually moan after crazy night, rolling over bed cursing the person who invented something so sweet but so dangerous for brain cells, he would start humming some lines or playing some song on his precious Sylvester.
“What the fuck?” I heard him shouting.
Oh, God, on no, please not now, I can’t go through it. Please wake me up I’m dreaming.
“Bam, what the fuck happened last night? I have a bruise on my neck.”
I felt frozen. Fuck it. I was watching him while he was asleep and I haven’t noticed what I did to him. Damn his scarf! Think Bam, think!
“Um, I …don’t know. Maybe, you got that when that fan chick kissed you last night.” Shit Bam, that wouldn’t convince even a 4-year old kid.
“What the fuck are you talking about? C’mon man this can be fucking serious, you know! Fuck you Ville! You fucking bastard! Shit, why do I drink, when I can’t remember what the fuck am I doing? Fuck! Fuck!” He was screaming panicking.
“Calm down man! You’re freaking me out!” I said hoping that he would calm down.
“I’m freaking you out? I’m the one who might have picked up some stupid chick and shagged her without a fucking condom and got AIDS? Shit!” He was on the edge, that was his biggest fear and he was facing it with tears in his eyes and desperation.
“Trust me you didn’t do that” escaped off my lips.
“How can you be so sure? Were you with me every second last night? Do you remember the last night at all?” he was throwing questions at me like knives.
“No, I don’t remember everything” I replied.
“Then don’t tell me to calm down OK? Take me to the fucking hospital will you?” he was freaking out.
“OK” I said, thinking that would calm him down and give me some time to think of some good explanation he might believe.
“And when I get the results I’m going to find out how did I get this blue shit on my neck. I feel like raped.” He said getting out of the room making me realize I won’t get out of this so easy. I could do nothing else but follow him.
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