Kiss Me-Chapter Three
Title: Kiss Me
Rating: PG-NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Bam and Ville go to school together.They're not friends, they don't even know each other. A drama teacher decides the all boys' school needs to put on Romeo and Juliet, and our boys get roped into the lead roles. Sparks will fly.
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Lotus did feel bad for Bam though, taking his night of video games away from him, so she allowed them time to sit on the couch and stare at the television before she made him go shopping with her.
Why she took the boy with her to the market, she would never know. He was more trouble than he was worth. He’d whine about pushing the cart, even though he rode around on it, pushing it with one foot like he was a skateboard. He’d beg her to buy him piles and piles of junk food, and of course she always gave in.
He was easily distracted and had often been caught building a castle out of the canned foods, a fort out of the cereal boxes and writing; “HELP ME!” on the glass of the frozen good doors.
Still though, it was like a tradition to go, and so she kept it up. Traditions were important to the two of them. They had so many now, so many inside jokes and ways and things only they understood. And both of them were the most comfortable when they were falling into these patterns that they had set.
Lotus curled close to Bam on the couch. He draped an arm over her shoulders as the television screen flickered and glowed on his skin. Lotus smiled. She loved being like this with him. It was comfortable.
She remembered that first day she’d met him. They’d been in first grade, the very first day. Her mother had made her wear a frilly, lacy pink dress. And she hated it, oh! How she hated it. The only thing that was worse were the matching pink ribbons in her hair.
Bam had sidled up to her on the playground. He examined her thoughtfully for a grand total of three seconds before reaching out and tugging sharply on one of her ribbons. And even though she hated the ribbons, she certainly didn’t think that he should be pulling on them!
And so she punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping. Lotus stood, her tiny arms crossed over her chest. She glared at him as he stood up.
“You punch good!”
“I know,”
“You didn’t cry.” Bam marveled. She shrugged and undid the other ribbon in her hair. Bam reached into his pocket and offered her a sticky piece of candy, which she gratefully accepted.
They were friends from that day on. The two did every thing together. They got into fights, got suspended, served detentions, failed and passed tests. By the time they got to the end of junior high school, everyone predicted they would be married.
And to tell the truth, maybe Lotus thought that for a little while too. She went to dances with Bam, hung out with Bam. And they had even shared their first kiss. But that kiss had been disappointing. Not because he was a bad kisser (they were both inexperienced, they were the first kiss for one another) but because there wasn’t any of that… that spark she had heard about.
About three weeks after that kiss, she found out she was gay. Fearfully, she told the brown haired boy.
There was a moment of silence in her bedroom. Lotus was sitting on her bed, fussing with her hair. Bam was leaning against a wall. He stared for a few minutes.
“Okay,” he shrugged. That was the last they had spoken of it, really. Now she was gay, and that was that. Their relationship didn’t change. They were like brother and sister.
“Lotus?” Bam’s voice snapped her out of her reminiscing. She blinked a few times.
“Hmm?”
“Do we have to go to the store?”
“Do you want to starve?”
“…No,” he sighed. He wrapped his arm from around her and she sat up. Bam stood, dragging himself over to go and put on his jacket. Lotus stuck her tongue out at the skater. He scowled and then perked up.
“Maybe they’ll have more canned food this time!”
“Don’t make me hold your hand the whole time we’re there.” She warned.
**
“Lotus! Lotus!” a soft voice with a British accent called excitedly. Lotus leapt up from the couch and ran over to another girl, throwing her arms around her. The red head was shorter than Lotus, and she had much lighter skin, and hazel eyes that seemed to pierce your soul.
“Eww! Cooties!” Bam yelled, tossing a throw pillow off the couch at them. Helen flipped him off.
“Come on, you two, let’s get dressed.” Lotus soothed the argument between them immediately.
Rating: PG-NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Bam and Ville go to school together.They're not friends, they don't even know each other. A drama teacher decides the all boys' school needs to put on Romeo and Juliet, and our boys get roped into the lead roles. Sparks will fly.
[ 1| 2]
Lotus did feel bad for Bam though, taking his night of video games away from him, so she allowed them time to sit on the couch and stare at the television before she made him go shopping with her.
Why she took the boy with her to the market, she would never know. He was more trouble than he was worth. He’d whine about pushing the cart, even though he rode around on it, pushing it with one foot like he was a skateboard. He’d beg her to buy him piles and piles of junk food, and of course she always gave in.
He was easily distracted and had often been caught building a castle out of the canned foods, a fort out of the cereal boxes and writing; “HELP ME!” on the glass of the frozen good doors.
Still though, it was like a tradition to go, and so she kept it up. Traditions were important to the two of them. They had so many now, so many inside jokes and ways and things only they understood. And both of them were the most comfortable when they were falling into these patterns that they had set.
Lotus curled close to Bam on the couch. He draped an arm over her shoulders as the television screen flickered and glowed on his skin. Lotus smiled. She loved being like this with him. It was comfortable.
She remembered that first day she’d met him. They’d been in first grade, the very first day. Her mother had made her wear a frilly, lacy pink dress. And she hated it, oh! How she hated it. The only thing that was worse were the matching pink ribbons in her hair.
Bam had sidled up to her on the playground. He examined her thoughtfully for a grand total of three seconds before reaching out and tugging sharply on one of her ribbons. And even though she hated the ribbons, she certainly didn’t think that he should be pulling on them!
And so she punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping. Lotus stood, her tiny arms crossed over her chest. She glared at him as he stood up.
“You punch good!”
“I know,”
“You didn’t cry.” Bam marveled. She shrugged and undid the other ribbon in her hair. Bam reached into his pocket and offered her a sticky piece of candy, which she gratefully accepted.
They were friends from that day on. The two did every thing together. They got into fights, got suspended, served detentions, failed and passed tests. By the time they got to the end of junior high school, everyone predicted they would be married.
And to tell the truth, maybe Lotus thought that for a little while too. She went to dances with Bam, hung out with Bam. And they had even shared their first kiss. But that kiss had been disappointing. Not because he was a bad kisser (they were both inexperienced, they were the first kiss for one another) but because there wasn’t any of that… that spark she had heard about.
About three weeks after that kiss, she found out she was gay. Fearfully, she told the brown haired boy.
There was a moment of silence in her bedroom. Lotus was sitting on her bed, fussing with her hair. Bam was leaning against a wall. He stared for a few minutes.
“Okay,” he shrugged. That was the last they had spoken of it, really. Now she was gay, and that was that. Their relationship didn’t change. They were like brother and sister.
“Lotus?” Bam’s voice snapped her out of her reminiscing. She blinked a few times.
“Hmm?”
“Do we have to go to the store?”
“Do you want to starve?”
“…No,” he sighed. He wrapped his arm from around her and she sat up. Bam stood, dragging himself over to go and put on his jacket. Lotus stuck her tongue out at the skater. He scowled and then perked up.
“Maybe they’ll have more canned food this time!”
“Don’t make me hold your hand the whole time we’re there.” She warned.
**
“Lotus! Lotus!” a soft voice with a British accent called excitedly. Lotus leapt up from the couch and ran over to another girl, throwing her arms around her. The red head was shorter than Lotus, and she had much lighter skin, and hazel eyes that seemed to pierce your soul.
“Eww! Cooties!” Bam yelled, tossing a throw pillow off the couch at them. Helen flipped him off.
“Come on, you two, let’s get dressed.” Lotus soothed the argument between them immediately.