One Shot- Vanilla Icing Part Deux
Title Vanilla Icing (one shot) Part 2
Author dntcloseurheart aka ME!!
Pairing Vam and Missam (Missy/Bam)
Rating Psht...Iono...PG? PG-13?
Summary It's Bam's turn to think about the old days
Disclaimer Don't know, Dont Own...Blah Blah Blah
Standing up here, like a manaquien, is starting to make me nauseas. I hate doing it, but what other choice do I have? Apparently, none. The one person I love doesn't share my feelings, and here I have a girl who is willing to do anything I want. What do I do?
I propose to the girl.
I mean, I don't love her, but I think if I try, I could forget about you. That maybe I could move past the fact that you will never feel the same about me as I do you. No big deal.
Standing on this stupid stool makes me feel so fake, and I hate it. Especially infront of you. I turn around, and see you licking that spoon makes me smile wide. You have no clue how adorable and child-like you seem right now. Oh, Willa. How I wish I could just tell you how I feel.
As the tailor asks me questions about the ceremony, I answer with my well rehearsed speech about how the colors are deep purple and white, and how me and Missy will be going to Cabo for the honeymoon. I smile that fake smile I've been using lately since this entire situation came to be.
I smile a real smile when I think about you and me, Ville.
The video shoot for Buried Alive By Love had to be my favorite. Just watching you perform that song made shivers go down my spine. You looked so desirable with your eyes lined thickly in eyeliner. Anybody would be lucky to have you with them.
Then, I start to think about Ruisrock. I have to hide my chuckle as the trip replayed in my mind; Vampire Heart. That was the first time I had seen that song performed, and I still love it to this day. I remember going with you, Raab, and that 'private eye' you knew to Russia, only to have to go to Estonia. The look on Raab's face was priceless.
Why did I never tell you I love you? I ask myself.
Rejection. That's the reason. I always thought that you would laugh. I'm just a friend; almost like your little ADHD brother that idolizes you. I can live with that image. I don't want to have to live with it, but I will, just becuase it's you.
In a way, I feel sorry for Missy. I mean, she deserve's someone who loves her in whole, not someone who loves his best friend. I think it would just kill her if she found out that the reason I have your poster over my bed is so I can get off to it instead of her. It's not like she's not pretty; she gorgeous. But she's not you.
Maybe I should call of the wedding...Take a chance and tell you how I fell..
I turn around in a black suit with a white shirt.
"How about this one?" I ask. You smile in response. Smile back, I turn around to look into the mirror, telling the tailor that this one will be fine. He says something in Italian, but I don't catch it. I look out the corner of my eye and see you eat more of your icing. That's when I decide.
I don't want to pretend anymore. I love you, Ville Valo, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
Author dntcloseurheart aka ME!!
Pairing Vam and Missam (Missy/Bam)
Rating Psht...Iono...PG? PG-13?
Summary It's Bam's turn to think about the old days
Disclaimer Don't know, Dont Own...Blah Blah Blah
Standing up here, like a manaquien, is starting to make me nauseas. I hate doing it, but what other choice do I have? Apparently, none. The one person I love doesn't share my feelings, and here I have a girl who is willing to do anything I want. What do I do?
I propose to the girl.
I mean, I don't love her, but I think if I try, I could forget about you. That maybe I could move past the fact that you will never feel the same about me as I do you. No big deal.
Standing on this stupid stool makes me feel so fake, and I hate it. Especially infront of you. I turn around, and see you licking that spoon makes me smile wide. You have no clue how adorable and child-like you seem right now. Oh, Willa. How I wish I could just tell you how I feel.
As the tailor asks me questions about the ceremony, I answer with my well rehearsed speech about how the colors are deep purple and white, and how me and Missy will be going to Cabo for the honeymoon. I smile that fake smile I've been using lately since this entire situation came to be.
I smile a real smile when I think about you and me, Ville.
The video shoot for Buried Alive By Love had to be my favorite. Just watching you perform that song made shivers go down my spine. You looked so desirable with your eyes lined thickly in eyeliner. Anybody would be lucky to have you with them.
Then, I start to think about Ruisrock. I have to hide my chuckle as the trip replayed in my mind; Vampire Heart. That was the first time I had seen that song performed, and I still love it to this day. I remember going with you, Raab, and that 'private eye' you knew to Russia, only to have to go to Estonia. The look on Raab's face was priceless.
Why did I never tell you I love you? I ask myself.
Rejection. That's the reason. I always thought that you would laugh. I'm just a friend; almost like your little ADHD brother that idolizes you. I can live with that image. I don't want to have to live with it, but I will, just becuase it's you.
In a way, I feel sorry for Missy. I mean, she deserve's someone who loves her in whole, not someone who loves his best friend. I think it would just kill her if she found out that the reason I have your poster over my bed is so I can get off to it instead of her. It's not like she's not pretty; she gorgeous. But she's not you.
Maybe I should call of the wedding...Take a chance and tell you how I fell..
I turn around in a black suit with a white shirt.
"How about this one?" I ask. You smile in response. Smile back, I turn around to look into the mirror, telling the tailor that this one will be fine. He says something in Italian, but I don't catch it. I look out the corner of my eye and see you eat more of your icing. That's when I decide.
I don't want to pretend anymore. I love you, Ville Valo, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.