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Bitch, Bitch
By : TaimaMarie
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM
Views: 898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- 1
“Ville?”
“Yes?” he looked up from his notebook. He was curled up on the couch, the notebook propped against his thighs.
“Are you almost done?”
“Not really, sweetheart.” He sighed. He knew Bam hated it when he had these fits and urges to write, but it was what paid the bills. Bam sighed himself and went back to looking at the television set.
The silence lasted a grand total of five minutes, long enough for him to write three lines of the song.
“This show sucks,” Bam picked up the television and flicked it off.
“Why don’t you just find something else to watch?” Ville suggested.
“Because they all suck! Television as a whole has sucked ever since Viva la Bam finished.” He slumped down moodily on the couch. The Finnish singer wisely withheld comment and went back to his writing.
He wrote the first and second verses, perfected the chorus and was close to coming up with the finishing verse when Bam started squirming in his chair. Ville closed his eyes briefly.
“What’s the matter?” he asked warily.
“This couch is so uncomfortable.” He replied, pouting.
“You’re the one who picked it out and paid for it. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”
“I know,” he pouted harder. “Can I come sit with you?”
“If you sit still and sit quietly.” Ville said. It was probably going to be a distraction to sit with his boyfriend, but not as much of a distraction as Bam was being now. If it even got him to be still for a half hour, the singer would be grateful.
Bam happily bounded across the room and snuggled up to Ville on the couch, his back resting against the raised legs. They were silent for a few minutes. Bam was indeed, quiet and still.
Ville finished that song and thought that he could finally write the second one. It was all he had inspiration for, and maybe then he could pay attention to his boyfriend. His spoiled boyfriend who felt neglected if Ville didn’t look at him every twenty seconds or so.
Okay, that was an exaggeration.
But only a slight one.
He had begun the first line when Bam was squirming and sighing loudly. Briefly, Ville lifted his head towards the ceiling as though to ask ‘Why me?’.
“What the problem, Brandon?” when he used the skater’s given name, he was getting impatient. But Bam just flashed his puppy dog eyes.
“You said we were going out for dinner tonight.”
“And we are.”
“When? It’s six thirty. That’s dinner time.”
“This coming from the man who has been known to eat dinner at six am.” Ville said through clenched teeth.
“We’ll leave as soon as I’m done. Why don’t you go and take a shower?” Or a nap. Or play pool. Something, anything to make him stop whining.
“Okay,” Bam slid off the couch and dragged himself upstairs. The rock star waited a few seconds before he started writing again; to make sure Bam was really doing something else. Just when the top of his pen touched the paper, he heard the familiar voice yell.
“We’re all out of my soap!”
“Use my soap!”
“But then I’ll smell like you!” Bam protested. Ville smacked himself in the forehead with the notebook a few times.
“Then don’t use anything!” there was silence again. Ville wrote the first verse and was well into the chorus before he was interrupted again.
“My shampoo got in my eyes.”
“RINSE IT OUT!” Ville boomed, at the end of his rope. He was instantly sorry, but it did stop the stream of complaints from coming upstairs. Once he was finished, he set his book aside and crept up the stairs.
“Bammie, honey?” the skater was sitting on the bed, his outfit laid out, but not put on.
“You yelled at me.”
“You were bitching!”
“It’s my house!” Bam turned away from Ville. Ville sighed and once again looked to the sky. Why was he the one stuck being in love with Bam?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”
“I hate it when you yell.” Bam sulked. Ville opened his arms and took the still damp skater into them. He was clad in a pair of boxers, and he looked utterly adorable, so vulnerable.
He snuggled into Ville’s chest, sniffling.
Ville sighed. He was such a little bitch sometimes.- 1
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