Dance With Me Chapter 13
Name- Dance With Me
Chapter Thirteen Dates Of Importance
Genre- Fanfiction, Romance,
Fanfare- VAM
Author- Rai Shelton
Rating- You decide
Disclamer- Dont know. Don't Own. But I Wouldn't Mind If Ville and Bam DO Get Together.
Warnings Drug Use..over the counter drugs, but still Drug Use
Links To Previous Chapters
Staying in Castle Bam was one thing, but living was diffrent as Ville soon found out. Every day, there was something diffrent going on. Everyday, one or more of the crew would come over for some reason or another. When Ville talked to Bam about it, he defended them and said they were just having fun.
Well, their fun was causing a great deal of stress for Ville. In the month that he had been staying at the house, Seppo had called atleast a dozen times, wanting to know how the new material was coming and if he was ready to go back into the studio soon. With the constant interuptions from Raab, Dico, and Novak, it was impossible to write anything.
God, he would be so happy when he could go back to Helsinki. Then, he would be able to lock himself in his room, with nothing but a few beers, a pack of Marlboros, and a pad of paper. He could stay in there for days, or until the beer ran out, just writing. He had done it alot; that's basically how Love Metal came to be.
Right now, he was sitting on the top of Bam's Hummer, enjoying a beer and looking at the stars. Everything was peacful in his world. The guys were all inside, doing whatever. He really didn't care. Inhaling his cigarette, he watched as the orange glow of the tobacco receeded down the stick towards him. He had a flash of lyrics go through his mind.
Heaven's ablaze in our eyes,
We're standing still in time.
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrafice
He smiled as he jumped off the car and walked inside. Ignoring his boyfriend and his friends, now cheering as Dico chugged a whole bottle of Ni-Quil, he went upstairs to the guest room where all his things were. He grabbed his notebook and his favorite Nightmare Before Christmas pen. He locked the door of Bam's room and sat down in the middle of the bed, a smile on his face.
Two hours, over fifty ciggarettes, and a half a case of beer later, Ville sat back, resting his head on the pillows he had pushed against the headboard. He looked at the scribbled paper in pride. He had written the second masterpiece to his new album. He ripped a piece of paper from the back of the notebook and wrote the date on it. Beside it, he wrote Rip out The Wings Of A Butterfly. Below it, he wrote Behind The Crimson Door with the date of the reporter's phone call beside it. Hurriedly, he wrote out the song he had sung to Bam that night, and closed the lined paper inside the notebook.
Twisting to pop his back, Ville glanced at the clock beside Bam's bed. The illuminated green numbers read midnight. Stretching, the singer figured he should tell Bam that they were to be leaving for Finalnd tomorrow afternoon. He grinned evily as he imagined the look of shock on his lover's face. Walking down the stairs slowly, Ville stopped at the bottom one, seeing Bam chug a bottle of green liquid. He rolled his eyes and walked up to him.
"Bam."
He tapped his shoulder. As Bam spun around to see who tapped him, he closed his eyes and fell. Ville gasped as the rest of the guys laughed at the crumpled heap that was Bam at his feet. Giving an evil look at Dunn, Novak, Raab, Dico, Franz, and Rake, he picked him up and walked him upstairs.
"YOU GUYS BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HERE WHEN I COME BACK DOWN!" he yelled from the top of the stairs. Kicking the half open door open, he walked into Bam's room, setting him down on the silk sheets. He hurried downstairs quickly. The crew was still there, acting as if nothing had happened.
"If you guys have atleast half a brain among all of you, you'd leave right now, before I unleash an extremly pissed Finn." he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sensing his mood, the guys eased out the dorrway without saying a word. Ville listened as they each called somebody to come pick them up from the house. As soon as he was sure they were gone, he walked back upstairs to go to bed.
Walking into the living room, he saw Bam bracing himself up against the leather couch.
"We're is everyone?" he asked half dazed.
"I sent them out. We have a plane to catch tomorrow."
Bam looked at him in confusion. Ville rolled his eyes.
"You forgot, didn't you?"
Bam shook his head, still obvouisly tooken aback by the plane news. Ville sighed in frustration. He was trying to keep from punching something. He hated feeling like that; it meant that something bad was going to happen.
"We're supposed to be going to Helsinki tomorrow for three weeks. So I can see my parents. You said you wanted to see them again, remember?"
Slowly, Bam shook his head. Ville stepped forward, forcing his hand underneath Bam's chin. Bam tried to pull away, but Ville kept a tight grip. He forced bam to look him in the eyes. The blueness of his eyes were almost completely covered by his dialated pupils. Ville tossed his face away in disgust.
"You're high. I knew it." he spat.
"No I am not!" Bam cried in offense. Ville snorted.
"Right. Your eyes arn't dialated. I didn't see you chug a whole bottle of Ni-Quil in one gulp, did I? No, my eyes are decieving me. You're right, Brandon. You're not high."
Ville turned away to walk towards the guest room, but Bam grabbed his arm.
"Okay, maybe I am. But you don't have to get all upset! I'm not dead am I?"
"Your not dead. You're right. But you know how I hate that shit dammit! And that shit can kill you! It might not this time, but what about the next? Or what if you decide it's not enough? What will you do next Bam?"
Bam stood in shock as tears began to form in Ville's eyes.
"What if you decide that you need something stronger, like Coke? Or heroine? You could die! And what about me? What would I do Brandon? I couldn't live without you. I'd kill myself. When you passed out just then, I didn't know if you were dead or what! I don't know what I would do if you were..."
Bam placed his hand on Ville's cheek, wiping away the tears that fallen from his eyes. Ville pushed him away, but Bam only stepped closer. Placing his palms against his chect, Ville pushed the skater away. Suddenly very sober, Bam braced himself for the push, making it impossible for Ville to move him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in. Ville fought, but Bam won.
"Okay. You're right." Bam said in a low voice. Instantly, Ville stopped fighting, surrendering to the embrace.
"I-I just don't know what I'd do if you died, Bam." Ville sobbed. Bam smoothed his dark hair down.
"I won't do it again. I promise."
He sat himself and his lover down on the couch, rubbing small circles on the small of Ville's back, until they both fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen Dates Of Importance
Genre- Fanfiction, Romance,
Fanfare- VAM
Author- Rai Shelton
Rating- You decide
Disclamer- Dont know. Don't Own. But I Wouldn't Mind If Ville and Bam DO Get Together.
Warnings Drug Use..over the counter drugs, but still Drug Use
Links To Previous Chapters
Staying in Castle Bam was one thing, but living was diffrent as Ville soon found out. Every day, there was something diffrent going on. Everyday, one or more of the crew would come over for some reason or another. When Ville talked to Bam about it, he defended them and said they were just having fun.
Well, their fun was causing a great deal of stress for Ville. In the month that he had been staying at the house, Seppo had called atleast a dozen times, wanting to know how the new material was coming and if he was ready to go back into the studio soon. With the constant interuptions from Raab, Dico, and Novak, it was impossible to write anything.
God, he would be so happy when he could go back to Helsinki. Then, he would be able to lock himself in his room, with nothing but a few beers, a pack of Marlboros, and a pad of paper. He could stay in there for days, or until the beer ran out, just writing. He had done it alot; that's basically how Love Metal came to be.
Right now, he was sitting on the top of Bam's Hummer, enjoying a beer and looking at the stars. Everything was peacful in his world. The guys were all inside, doing whatever. He really didn't care. Inhaling his cigarette, he watched as the orange glow of the tobacco receeded down the stick towards him. He had a flash of lyrics go through his mind.
Heaven's ablaze in our eyes,
We're standing still in time.
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrafice
He smiled as he jumped off the car and walked inside. Ignoring his boyfriend and his friends, now cheering as Dico chugged a whole bottle of Ni-Quil, he went upstairs to the guest room where all his things were. He grabbed his notebook and his favorite Nightmare Before Christmas pen. He locked the door of Bam's room and sat down in the middle of the bed, a smile on his face.
Two hours, over fifty ciggarettes, and a half a case of beer later, Ville sat back, resting his head on the pillows he had pushed against the headboard. He looked at the scribbled paper in pride. He had written the second masterpiece to his new album. He ripped a piece of paper from the back of the notebook and wrote the date on it. Beside it, he wrote Rip out The Wings Of A Butterfly. Below it, he wrote Behind The Crimson Door with the date of the reporter's phone call beside it. Hurriedly, he wrote out the song he had sung to Bam that night, and closed the lined paper inside the notebook.
Twisting to pop his back, Ville glanced at the clock beside Bam's bed. The illuminated green numbers read midnight. Stretching, the singer figured he should tell Bam that they were to be leaving for Finalnd tomorrow afternoon. He grinned evily as he imagined the look of shock on his lover's face. Walking down the stairs slowly, Ville stopped at the bottom one, seeing Bam chug a bottle of green liquid. He rolled his eyes and walked up to him.
"Bam."
He tapped his shoulder. As Bam spun around to see who tapped him, he closed his eyes and fell. Ville gasped as the rest of the guys laughed at the crumpled heap that was Bam at his feet. Giving an evil look at Dunn, Novak, Raab, Dico, Franz, and Rake, he picked him up and walked him upstairs.
"YOU GUYS BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HERE WHEN I COME BACK DOWN!" he yelled from the top of the stairs. Kicking the half open door open, he walked into Bam's room, setting him down on the silk sheets. He hurried downstairs quickly. The crew was still there, acting as if nothing had happened.
"If you guys have atleast half a brain among all of you, you'd leave right now, before I unleash an extremly pissed Finn." he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sensing his mood, the guys eased out the dorrway without saying a word. Ville listened as they each called somebody to come pick them up from the house. As soon as he was sure they were gone, he walked back upstairs to go to bed.
Walking into the living room, he saw Bam bracing himself up against the leather couch.
"We're is everyone?" he asked half dazed.
"I sent them out. We have a plane to catch tomorrow."
Bam looked at him in confusion. Ville rolled his eyes.
"You forgot, didn't you?"
Bam shook his head, still obvouisly tooken aback by the plane news. Ville sighed in frustration. He was trying to keep from punching something. He hated feeling like that; it meant that something bad was going to happen.
"We're supposed to be going to Helsinki tomorrow for three weeks. So I can see my parents. You said you wanted to see them again, remember?"
Slowly, Bam shook his head. Ville stepped forward, forcing his hand underneath Bam's chin. Bam tried to pull away, but Ville kept a tight grip. He forced bam to look him in the eyes. The blueness of his eyes were almost completely covered by his dialated pupils. Ville tossed his face away in disgust.
"You're high. I knew it." he spat.
"No I am not!" Bam cried in offense. Ville snorted.
"Right. Your eyes arn't dialated. I didn't see you chug a whole bottle of Ni-Quil in one gulp, did I? No, my eyes are decieving me. You're right, Brandon. You're not high."
Ville turned away to walk towards the guest room, but Bam grabbed his arm.
"Okay, maybe I am. But you don't have to get all upset! I'm not dead am I?"
"Your not dead. You're right. But you know how I hate that shit dammit! And that shit can kill you! It might not this time, but what about the next? Or what if you decide it's not enough? What will you do next Bam?"
Bam stood in shock as tears began to form in Ville's eyes.
"What if you decide that you need something stronger, like Coke? Or heroine? You could die! And what about me? What would I do Brandon? I couldn't live without you. I'd kill myself. When you passed out just then, I didn't know if you were dead or what! I don't know what I would do if you were..."
Bam placed his hand on Ville's cheek, wiping away the tears that fallen from his eyes. Ville pushed him away, but Bam only stepped closer. Placing his palms against his chect, Ville pushed the skater away. Suddenly very sober, Bam braced himself for the push, making it impossible for Ville to move him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in. Ville fought, but Bam won.
"Okay. You're right." Bam said in a low voice. Instantly, Ville stopped fighting, surrendering to the embrace.
"I-I just don't know what I'd do if you died, Bam." Ville sobbed. Bam smoothed his dark hair down.
"I won't do it again. I promise."
He sat himself and his lover down on the couch, rubbing small circles on the small of Ville's back, until they both fell asleep.