The Twilight Zone (Vam)
Title: The Twilight Zone (for now)
Author: Meeeeeee
Disclaimer: Don’t own…sadly
Summary: I’m not telling, just read it!
Rating: PG or PG-13 for now…
Ville opened his eyes slowly, the sun shining down on him through the open window curtain. “Fuck I had too much to drink last night.” He mumbled dragging himself out of bed and stretching his back. He looked at his surroundings. “What the fuck, this ain’t my house.” He grumbled looking at the bed with cheep sheets and the paint chipped walls.
He walked into where he was hoping was the kitchen to find it a smaller-than-small kitchen slash living room. “What the fuck, who did I fuck last night? This can’t be right.” He mutters walking around and looking in the different rooms. Each one with paint chipped walls and cheep furniture. All he did find that was familiar to him at all was a couple of beer bottles, cigarettes, and his guitar, Sylvester.
“What the fuck is going on here?” He asked himself looking for a phone to call his best friend. He finally found one on the wall, looked like it was from the early 90’s or something.
The phone rung a few times but he finally heard his best friends groggy voice. “Hello?” He said, he sounded just as confused as Ville felt.
“Hey Bam… Something’s messed up. I dunno what’s happened. I’m at some random house and my clothes are all here and shit…” Ville trailed off.
“Dude, what the fuck do you mean? You’re home right? I’ll come over. Just NEVER call so early again dude, evil.” Bam said hanging up before Ville could tell him he WASN’T at his own house.
Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Ville was sitting on a ripped up sofa and drinking his second beer.
“Hey shit head open the fucking door before someone kills me.” He heard Bam’s voice through the thin door.
He got up to let him in. “Bam how’d you find me?” Ville asked walking in and sitting down.
“Because you’ve lived at the same place for over half your life.” Bam said with an eye roll.
“Yeah, but not here. What’s going on, who put you up to this?” Ville asked chuckling softly.
“No one. Ville what’s wrong?” His best friend asked, looking worried and sympathetic which is something he never did.
“I don’t know Bam, I really don’t.” Ville said sighing and sitting back down in his chair. He turned on the TV and the news came on. He was about to change it when something caught his eye.
“Today we caught pictures of the Teacher we all know and love, Mrs. Veranda kissing the mail man NO ONE can resist. While her husband was at a school meeting.” The news caster said.
Ville made a face and wondered when news got THAT boring when he looked down and noticed it was E! News. “What the fuck is going on Bam?” Ville asked. Usually it was a scandal of Britney Spears or something not a mail man and a teacher.
“Oh I’ve already heard about that at least three times on the way over here. Man those actors talk.” Bam sighed.
“What do you mean? It should be the actors on the TV not the teachers and such. What’s going on? Why am I in this dump and why did I see Madonna walking down the street earlier when I looked out the window?” Ville said standing up and raising his voice almost to a scream.
“Calm down dude, she was just going out to Wal-Mart. You know we all have to shop. Speaking of, you need some food.” Bam said looking over at Ville’s fridge which he knew was empty.
“Wal-Mart? MADONNA? What’s going on? Where’s Linde and Midge? Why am I in this apartment? Where’s my mansion? Where’s your castle?”
Bam burst out laughing. “Dude. No more drinking for you for a while. Me, castle? You’re off your head.”
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I shall have more to Razorblade Romance soon I promise! Just not yet. How did you all like this? It's an odd idea, but I liked it.
Author: Meeeeeee
Disclaimer: Don’t own…sadly
Summary: I’m not telling, just read it!
Rating: PG or PG-13 for now…
Ville opened his eyes slowly, the sun shining down on him through the open window curtain. “Fuck I had too much to drink last night.” He mumbled dragging himself out of bed and stretching his back. He looked at his surroundings. “What the fuck, this ain’t my house.” He grumbled looking at the bed with cheep sheets and the paint chipped walls.
He walked into where he was hoping was the kitchen to find it a smaller-than-small kitchen slash living room. “What the fuck, who did I fuck last night? This can’t be right.” He mutters walking around and looking in the different rooms. Each one with paint chipped walls and cheep furniture. All he did find that was familiar to him at all was a couple of beer bottles, cigarettes, and his guitar, Sylvester.
“What the fuck is going on here?” He asked himself looking for a phone to call his best friend. He finally found one on the wall, looked like it was from the early 90’s or something.
The phone rung a few times but he finally heard his best friends groggy voice. “Hello?” He said, he sounded just as confused as Ville felt.
“Hey Bam… Something’s messed up. I dunno what’s happened. I’m at some random house and my clothes are all here and shit…” Ville trailed off.
“Dude, what the fuck do you mean? You’re home right? I’ll come over. Just NEVER call so early again dude, evil.” Bam said hanging up before Ville could tell him he WASN’T at his own house.
Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Ville was sitting on a ripped up sofa and drinking his second beer.
“Hey shit head open the fucking door before someone kills me.” He heard Bam’s voice through the thin door.
He got up to let him in. “Bam how’d you find me?” Ville asked walking in and sitting down.
“Because you’ve lived at the same place for over half your life.” Bam said with an eye roll.
“Yeah, but not here. What’s going on, who put you up to this?” Ville asked chuckling softly.
“No one. Ville what’s wrong?” His best friend asked, looking worried and sympathetic which is something he never did.
“I don’t know Bam, I really don’t.” Ville said sighing and sitting back down in his chair. He turned on the TV and the news came on. He was about to change it when something caught his eye.
“Today we caught pictures of the Teacher we all know and love, Mrs. Veranda kissing the mail man NO ONE can resist. While her husband was at a school meeting.” The news caster said.
Ville made a face and wondered when news got THAT boring when he looked down and noticed it was E! News. “What the fuck is going on Bam?” Ville asked. Usually it was a scandal of Britney Spears or something not a mail man and a teacher.
“Oh I’ve already heard about that at least three times on the way over here. Man those actors talk.” Bam sighed.
“What do you mean? It should be the actors on the TV not the teachers and such. What’s going on? Why am I in this dump and why did I see Madonna walking down the street earlier when I looked out the window?” Ville said standing up and raising his voice almost to a scream.
“Calm down dude, she was just going out to Wal-Mart. You know we all have to shop. Speaking of, you need some food.” Bam said looking over at Ville’s fridge which he knew was empty.
“Wal-Mart? MADONNA? What’s going on? Where’s Linde and Midge? Why am I in this apartment? Where’s my mansion? Where’s your castle?”
Bam burst out laughing. “Dude. No more drinking for you for a while. Me, castle? You’re off your head.”
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I shall have more to Razorblade Romance soon I promise! Just not yet. How did you all like this? It's an odd idea, but I liked it.