It sounds like something bad’s happening. I think I heard someone crying and my stepdad said something about ‘getting talked into it at work’ and he’s in the military.
So I just put on my headphones.
And now my mom needs the computer so I’m going to go upstairs and worry.
And it’s probably nothing.
I’m going to shuffle my iPod and put some phrase after it (pre-ordained of course) and hopefully it’s funny.
Give me novacaine … during sex.
Mrs. Robinson … is why I love you.
The taste of ink … is why I hate you.
Dead Boy’s Poem … is why your ears smell.
When I come around … in your pants.
Jaded … killed your dog.
A lifetime … is under your chair.
Macy’s Day Parade … lives in the sink.
Two beds and a coffee machine… worships the devil.
Mrs. Robinson … wants to marry you.
Headstrong … smells terrible.
Barcelona … sings you sleep.
A decade under the influence … keeps your mom up at night.
misc … teaches your Biology class.
Adia … wants to suck your blood.
This is the funnest thing I’ve done in a while! I found this on GSB.net. Anyway, I answer these questions and hit the ’shuffle songs’ button on my iPod to get the answers. (I’m going to add some questions just for fun.) Sometimes the answers are freakish and sometimes they’re just plain funny. I’m going to do it a few times.
This is what I got the first time I did it.
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1. What’s my mood like right now?
I’m Goin’ Home
2. How’s tomorrow going to be for me?
Headfirst for Halos
3. What kind of person am i?
Fallen
4. Am I loved?
Underground
5. How can I achieve my highest potential?
Dirty Little Secret
6. What should I do with my life?
miscmisc
7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end?
Body Talk
8. What is my best quality?
Buried Myself Alive (That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day)
9. How does my sex life look?
Eleanor Rigby
10. What’s the meaning of life?
He thinks he’ll keep her
11. What do people think of me?
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
12. Would I make a good catch?
Nice guys finish last
13. How crazy am I?
Wake me up when September ends
14. Will I have a good life in general?
Sally Anne
15. Can anyone ever really love me?
Track 03
16. Can me and a best friend ever be more than friends?
Under pressure
17. What’s going to happen to me this week?
How can I help you to say goodbye?
18. Where will I be a year from now?
Crazy (Teehee)
19. What is my biggest wish?
Track 13
20. What is the love of my life feeling at this very moment?
All the good ones are gone
21. How will I die?
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
22. What will happen after I die?
Where will you go?
23. How do my friends feel about me?
I never told you what I do for a living
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And again …
1. What’s my mood like right now?
Hannah Jane
2. How’s tomorrow going to be for me?
We’re not gonna take it
3. What kind of person am i?
Rodeo
4. Am I loved?
Passionate Kisses
5. How can I achieve my highest potential?
If you see him/If you see her
6. What should I do with my life?
Foolish love
7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end?
She
8. What is my best quality?
Hand in my pocket (^_^)
9. How does my sex life look?
The party song
10. What’s the meaning of life?
dragula
11. What do people think of me?
As the world falls down
12. Would I make a good catch?
track 10
13. How crazy am I?
Pieces mended
14. Will I have a good life in general?
The rock show
15. Can anyone ever really love me?
Your own disaster
16. Can me and a best friend ever be more than friends?
Waterfalls
17. What’s going to happen to me this week?
Letterbomb (rofl)
18. Where will I be a year from now?
Beauty and the beast
19. What is my biggest wish?
Greener with the scenery
20. What is the love of my life feeling at this very moment?
Track 07
21. How will I die?
Track 13
22. What will happen after I die?
Like a cat (Reincarnation?)
23. How do my friends feel about me?
Maybe memories
24. How mistunderstood am I?
I touch myself (LMFAO)
25. Does my family appreciate me?
Angel
***
Taking it yet again … last time for now … I promise.
1. What’s my mood like right now?
Track 01
2. How’s tomorrow going to be for me?
Goodbye
3. What kind of person am i?
He thinks he’ll keep her
4. Am I loved?
Extraordinary girl
5. How can I achieve my highest potential?
Jesus of Suburbia
6. What should I do with my life?
Wake me up when September ends (I love it when it says stuff like this.)
7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end?
Going away to college (It’s almost like they’re telling me they won’t answer, like a magic 8 ball.)
8. What is my best quality?
Collide
9. How does my sex life look?
Bitch
10. What’s the meaning of life?
Dead Boy’s Poem (Ummm … okay ……..)
11. What do people think of me?
Take it away (Mwahahahahaha)
12. Would I make a good catch?
Adrienne (Does that mean Adrienne wants me? Because Adie’s name is Adrienne and … -licks lips-)
13. How crazy am I?
Nice guys finish last
14. Will I have a good life in general?
Track 01
15. Can anyone ever really love me?
Brain stew (Does that mean they’ll make me into stew? Because that’s nasty. >.<)
16. Can me and a best friend ever be more than friends?
To the end
17. What’s going to happen to me this week?
Don’t leave me
18. Where will I be a year from now?
Nobody’s home (Sounds like I’ll be a wittle bit cwazy)
19. What is my biggest wish?
Track 03
20. What is the love of my life feeling at this very moment?
Dizzy
21. How will I die?
He wasn’t (-raises eyebrow-)
22. What will happen after I die?
Homecoming (I LOVE Homecoming!)
23. How do my friends feel about me?
Take me away (mwahahahaha)
24. How mistunderstood am I?
Maybe memories
25. Does my family appreciate me?
Romance (Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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Okay … that’s it for now. But I will definently be playing this game in the future. And I suggest your try it. It’s awesome!
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Margera, aka Dru
If you haven’t read “How We Got Here (or Time of Your Life)”, go read that now. The link is on the side over there or you can visit my Livejournal. (http://druscilla-way.livejournal.com) It’s the top entry.
This is the long-awaited sequel.
***
* * * Billie’s Point of View * * *
I think the insanity is what keeps us going. Joey’s got to do this and that and run to school and run back and damn, the mouth on that kid. Jakob’s decided that since he skipped his terrible twos he’s going to make up for it double now. And during the time we have Stella she’s just as fucking bad. Mike, Tre, and I are running from magazines to television networks to radio shows to award shows to music video shoots.
To top it all off Adie’s pregnant. And despite the fact that we’re no longer married and the baby’s not mine, I’ve been fucked over with sympathetic pregnancy anyway. So between running everywhere, being tempted to lock the kids in the closet, and me vomitting into the toilet every fifteen minutes . . .
Insanity is probably an understatement to be honest.
* * *
Mike shook me awake at ten in the morning, holding the cordless phone to me. “Adie.” he mouthed.
I groaned, taking it and stifling a yawn. “Adie? What is it? Calm down. Of course we’ll pick them up. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m baby-sitting. I know that’s not what you meant. Adie, please don’t get sick because then I’ll get sick. I know you’re not meaning to get sick. Trust me, no one’s as freaked out by it as me. Don’t worry about it, Adie. Just call me and let me know, all right? I know, I know. Love you, too.”
I sighed, throwing my head back against the pillow. “We’re taking the kids.” I said. “Adie’s taking a mental health break. Maybe if she gets far away enough I’ll quit puking.”
“I just can’t believe your having sympathetic pregnancy and Blake isn’t.” Blake is Adrienne’s fiance. And I hate him for no real reason other than he looks at people weird.
“No fucking kidding.” I yawned again. “What are we supposed to do today?” I asked Mike, pulling the blanket up over my head.
I felt him sit down on the side of the bed, trying to pull the blanket away from me. When he finally wrestled it away from my face, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I brought my arms up, wrapping them around his neck and opening my mouth into his kiss.
“Mike,” I whispered against his lips, “I want a baby.”
“I think that’s physically impossible, Billie.” he said back as I pulled away from him and sat up.
“I don’t want to give birth to one.” I said. “I just want to have a baby. With you. I want us to have a baby.”
“Well,” Mike said slowly, “there is something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” He looked at me, leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “I’m pregnant.”
I pushed him away, rolling my eyes. “You’re an idiot. You–”
* * * Mike’s Point of View * * *
I made a face as I heard him throwing up . . . again. I walked into the kitchen and filled up a glass with water, wetting a washcloth in the sink. I know it’s completely ridiculous, but his having this sympathetic pregnancy thing with Adrienne . . . it’s got me worried. Just like him hating her fiance so much.
I know he loves me, I’m just worried he still loves her. More than he should. They have two kids together. They get along just as well now as they did when they were married, maybe even a little better. And they do these lunch dates once or twice a week. They’ll just go out and do whatever and he’ll come back with a smile on his face that he doesn’t ever get around me.
It’s stupid. I know that. I walk into the bathroom as Billie Joe falls back against the wall. “This blows.” he said, laughing at what he just said. “Literally.”
I smile and sit down next to him. He takes the washcloth and the water. He means to throw the washcloth into the bathtub, but instead we hear the sound of breaking glass.
Billie Joe swears.
* * *
“Fucking-A.” we hear Joey saying to another kid when we pull up to the school. He doesn’t even realize we’re there until he’s dropped the f-bomb five more times and said something about a ’stupid bitch’.
Jakob knocks on the back window, giving his brother a smirk, knowing exactly how much trouble Joey was going to get in for saying things like that.
Joey turns around, eyes wide, wincing slightly when he sees Billie giving him stare for stare. “Sh–”
“Don’t even.” Billie said. “Now get your ass in the car.” I shake my head at how he curses at his kid for cursing.
“Where’s Mom?” Joey mutters as he kicks his bag under Billie’s seat.
“Mom’s gone for a week or so.” Billie said, still surveying his oldest son in the mirror.
Joey mumbles something under his breath, but Billie just shakes his head. “I don’t even want to know.” he said to me under his breath. “Oh, Jesus.” Billie swerves into the gas station on the left side of the street, nearly causing an accident and causing several middle fingers to go up.
He throws his car door open and barely manages to unbuckle before he’s throwing up . . . again. Jakob’s unbuckled to watch his dad vomit, halfway yelling about how ‘awesome’ it is. Joey’s rolling his eyes and mumbling things under his breath.
It’s just another day.
—TBC—
Title: Quiet in the Library!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bike (Mike/Billie)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, okay?
Summary: If you can’t talk in the library, you have to find other ways to entertain yourself.
Quiet in the Library!
“Billie, we’re supposed to be studying.” Mike hissed. It wasn’t that he was particulary attached to studying, just that the teacher monitoring their study hall was a bigger prick than their principal — and that took a lot.
Billie rolled his eyes and continued to move his foot further up the inside of his boyfriend’s leg. His pencil was moving back and forth on a sheet of paper, making vertical lines and nothing more. He smirked as his foot brushed Mike’s inner thigh, causing his boyfriend to bite his lip and flush slightly.
“Billie, knock it off.” Mike said in an undertone, giving his boyfriend a pointed look. He tried to shift in his chair and froze when Billie’s foot lightly pressed directly onto his crotch.
Looking at the heat in Billie’s green eyes, Mike was already half hard. He watched Billie nod toward the bookshelves, his black hair falling in his eyes. Mike should have shaken his head. He wanted to . . . but not nearly as much as he wanted Billie Joe at that particular moment.
Billie stood up and walked across the library, under the pretense of looking for a book. The biography section was in the farthest, darkest corner of the library. Countless people had participated in heated liplocking sessions there, but Billie had yet to hear of a couple having sex in this particular location.
Mike slipped in next to the biographies a few minutes later, clearly half terrified, half excited out of his fifteen year old mind. “Billie, what are–”
Billie shook his head, placing his hand over Mike’s mouth. “Sshh.” he whispered. “You don’t want any teachers showing up while we’re fucking, do you? Unless you get off on that or something.”
Mike pryed Bille’s hand away from his mouth. “We can’t do that here.” he hissed. “We’ll get caught.”
Billie giggled. “You’re such a pessimist, Mike. No one comes back here. Well . . . to look for books.” Mike blushed. “You prude.” Billie wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss that made Mike’s fingertips tingle.
“Billie.” Mike breathed when they separated. “We can’t.” But his voice was weaker, breathless. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning when he felt Billie’s hand rubbing at the bulge in his jeans. “Billie . . .”
“Are you sure you want to go back to studying?” Billie whispered, his breath hot against Mike’s skin. He smiled when the other boy weakly shook his head. “That’s very good.” Billie murmured, quickly undoing the button and zipper on Mike’s jeans.
Billie’s calloused fingers unhesitantly slipped into Mike’s boxers, stroking his cock, smirking when Mike bit his lip nearly to the point of drawing blood to keep from moaning. He pressed against Billie’s hand, making a small noise in the back of the throat when the other boy pulled away.
Billie gave his patented ‘whore-smile’ as Mike called it before quickly dropping his own jeans and turning, bracing himself against the bookshelf in front of him. He gave a sharp intake of breath when he felt Mike’s saliva-coated finger pressing inside him.
Mike kissed his neck, lips then brushing his ear. “Love you, Billie Joe.”
The head turned until two green eyes stared into two blue. “Fuck me, Mike.”
Mike added another finger, scissoring them for he quietly spit in his hand, coating his length. The terror of getting caught was making him want to fuck Billie harder than he ever had in his life. But knowing the saliva was not a good enough lubricant for such thoughts, he slowly pressed inside the other boy, feeling him tense and then slowly relax.
He waited for the nod, waited for Billie’s hair to fall in his eyes, waited until he knew those green eyes were such a light shade. Mike pulled out quickly, slamming back into Billie Joe. A moan caught in the green eyed boy’s throat. “Mike.” he managed to whisper before his boyfriend was thrusting into him at full speed and showing no signs of stopping.
Billie bit the inside of his cheek, tears forming in his eyes from not being able to make a sound. Mike bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to focus on nothing but Billie Joe. Nothing but the hips that perfectly in his hands and the hot tightness that engulfed him.
He tasted metallic blood when he felt Billie Joe tightened around him. He saw beads of sweat running down his boyfriend’s neck. Felt the shuddering and then he exploded, seeing stars as he released deep into the other boy.
Mike kissed the back of Billie’s neck softly before slowly pulling out. Clothes were quickly pulled back on before they shared a mind numbing kiss. Billie smirked. “You look like you just had sex.”
“You don’t look much different.” Mike said, tucking a strand of hair behind Billie’s hair. “I love you.”
“Love you more.” Billie said, closing the space between them with a kiss.
They heard a giggle as a girl appeared around the corner, with a copy of a romance novel in her hand. “You must have had an awful time getting your book. I mean, all the ones on this side of the case wouldn’t stop shaking.”
Mike flushed scarlet while Billie Joe smirked.
* Four Years Later *
“Billie, we have midterms.” Mike said, shaking his head. “We can’t. If I don’t get a B on this test I’m not going to make Dean’s List.”
“You’re such a goody-goody, Mike.” Billie teased.
“I am not.” Mike protested. “I just want to get into a good grad school.”
“Remind me why I’m going to college again.” Billie said, flicking a paper football across the table.
“Because you’re too smart to sit around on your ass and end up in a dead end job.” Mike said, scribbling notes onto paper. “And because you said you would rather die than let me share a room with another guy.”
Billie smiled. “Oh, yeah.” He scooped up his paper football and flicked it across the table again.
“Stop that!” Mike snapped, lowering his voice when twenty people turned to stare at him. “You have to study, too.” he said in a low voice. “I’m not going to have you flunk out of college because you’re the horniest person on campus.”
“But Mi-ike.” Billie whined, flipping off the guy who glared at him. “We didn’t do anything last night. We didn’t even shower together.” He forced tears into his eyes — a newfound talent. “I love you.”
“Billie . . .” Mike sighed, wishing he wasn’t a sucker for those sparkling green eyes. “We’ll do something tonight, all right? Just let me finish these chapters in Chem.”
“Remember sophomore year?” Billie asked, de ja vu taking over Mike when a foot started snaking up the inside of his leg. “During that study hall?”
Mike pushed his chair away from the table, redness showing in his cheeks. “Of course I remember. But we didn’t have finals.” He snatched his books off the table and stormed off.
Billie Joe pursed his lips, throwing his paper football and the guy he had flipped off earlier. Stupid fucking midterms.
Mike sat down, glaring at his Chem book. “Oh, fuck it.” he said, walking back to the elevator.
* * *
Mike pulled Billie down the rows of books by his wrist, pushing his boyfriend against the wall and pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. “No sex.” he murmured. “You wanted to play this game.”
Billie felt tingles at the heat in Mike’s voice.
“Get down on your knees.” he said, unzipping his jeans.
Billie tugged them down around his ankles, along with his boxers. His tongue quickly flicked across the slit, licking up the precome on Mike’s erect cock. His head bobbed back and forth as his mouth struggled to take more and more of Mike inside. Billie wanted to taste as much of his lover as possible.
Mike hissed when he felt himself hit the back of Billie’s throat. He threaded his hands through the dark hair, allowing himself to give a soft moan. “Fuck, Billie Joe.”
Billie’s teeth lightly drug up the underside of Mike’s cock as his tongue swirled across the head. Mike shuddered, gasping as he felt himself release. Billie eagerly swallowed every drop that shot down his throat, licking his lips before standing up and catching Mike’s lips. They shared that taste before Mike looked down and smirked at Billie’s hard on straining through his jeans.
“You better take care of that, babe.”
Billie’s eyes widened. “Wait. What?”
“I’ve still got to study.” Mike said, smirking as he did his jeans back up.
“Mike!” Bille protested as his boyfriend disappeared in the rows of books. He bit his lip, unwilling to move another itch. Before the rational part of his brain could take over, his undid his belt and slipped his hands into his jeans, running his fingers over himself.
He pictured Mike, pictured forcing Mike to his knees, watching Mike submit to him. Pictured Mike moaning for him, licking every inch of his body, sucking on his earlobes, bruising his lips with hard painful kisses.
Billie’s eyes flew open as he shot into his hand, giving a small cry when he saw Mike’s face in front of him.
Billie collapsed on the floor, staring up at the blue eyed boy. “You bitch.”
“Love you too, Billie Joe.”
—Finished—
Sex, blowjob, & masturbation all in a one-shot. I’m so proud of me.-fans self-
That was hot, if I do say so myself.
-looks around with shifty eyes-
Just got home. Made my mom hug me because that story really upsets me. She’s like fucking out because of her drugs and then she starts bitching on me about going to bed because I slept until six today.
It’s not my fucking fault if I couldn’t sleep the other day. I just couldn’t fucking sleep. So when I went to bed last night (and I went to bed early, around 11 or 12, which is early for me) I slept for two days. And you’re supposed to get 8-9 hours of a sleep a night, right? And I slept for probably 16-17 hours.
So she wants me to go to bed early and it’s not going to do me any fucking good to just lay up there and not sleep, is it?
I don’t give a shit if I’m fucking bitching and you all think I’m some huge mother fucking whinebag. It’s my fucking blog and I can type whatever the fuck I want.
God damn, that story really got to me.
I’m currently reading this absolutely wonderful story on the __vam Livejournal group by a wonderful author named VagueAngel. If you’re from there and haven’t read and would like to or aren’t up to date or if you just want to read it, read it before you finish this post.
http://vagueangel.livejournal.com/3772.html <—Takes you to all links.
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So Chapter 41 is all about Ville going to the hospital. And he’s regressed and is seven years old. And his thoughts … oh, fuck. It just brought back the memories of all the hospitals I went to and I’m so sad.
I had to write an emotional fuck up story just to get it all out of my head. But it still isn’t. I’m severly depressed and I have the tingling-adrenaline-sick feeling I get when I’m about to do something incredibly stupid because of my depression.
But I’m not planning on it.
It’s just so scary. I don’t like remembering the hospitals. I always used to cry myself to sleep and …
Fucking fuck! I’m tearing up again. In the motherfucking library.
I’ve got to get out of here and go home and freak out there.
Much more subtle.
Here’s your link to the emotional fuck up if you would like ot read it. It’s called Pretty Things.
I was on AFF trying to access the archive, as opposed to the read-only section. Anyway, I got an error and this message popped up:
You don’t have permission to access / on this server.
The way I deciphered it was:
You don’t have permission to access / [slash] on this server.
Yes, I am extremely weird.
It’s 3 am and I’m off to bed.
Oh, and Andie if you read this before we talk, I’ll try and send you some Green Day stories tomorrow.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Margera/Valo, aka Dru, aka … the girl who just read some kickin’ Vam PWP!
-naughty grin-
HERE’S A PREVIEW OF MY NEWEST STORY: THE BOY WHO LOOKED LIKE A GIRL.
Genre: Ville Valo/Bam Margera; Vam
Title: The Boy Who Looked Like a Girl
Prologue
Rating: R
Warnings: Extremely dark subjects, random religious discussions
Thanks/Dedication: Darling, you didn’t give me your name so I don’t know how to give you credit, but big thanks to my translator! You know who you are, doll. xoxoxo
AU: Ville’s only a year older than Bam. Ville’s parents send him to America to go to school.
Summary: His androgynous looks fuel lustful looks and he’s grown accostumed to it, but when the annoying boy from his new school gives him a look full of everything but . . . his life becomes even harder to control, to understand.
* * *
The Boy Who Looked Like a Girl
Prologue
“You’re never going to be normal. You look too pretty, too much like a girl. You look so young for your age, like a piece of art. You’re timeless, classic. Beautiful people are never appreciated until they’re older. But I appreciate you now. You understand that, right?”
“But . . . I-I’m . . . not s’pposed to.”
“But if feels good, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? You’re so pretty and I’m going to make you feel pretty.”
“N-No.”
“You didn’t say please. Just be quiet and don’t say a word. Be a good boy, you understand?”
“But it hurts.”
“It only hurts for a little while.”
“N-No.”
“Shhh, darling. It’s all going to be okay. Oh, God, you’re so beautiful.”
* * *
“Oh, honey, why’d you cut off your hair? You looked so pretty.”
“I don’t want to look pretty. I looked like a girl. I don’t want to look like a girl. I want to look like a boy! Minä haluan näyttää pojalta!”
—To Be Continued—
That is the prologue. The majority of the story is not told in simply dialogue and the chapters are longer. I have just posted Part Nine and the story is going to be a L-O-N-G one.
If you want to read the story, you have to sign up for Fandomination.net (2 minutes) or join the Vam LJ community. Or email me and I’ll send you the chapters.
Here is the fandomination link, which is also over there in the sidebar: http://www.fandomination.net/index.cfm/mode/bio/AuthorID/51522?mode=fanfic&FanficID=153583
Oh, and the setence spoken in Finnish was “I want to look like a boy”.
One hand in my pocket and the other’s playing the piano …
I called Andie last night. We talked for 2 and a half hours and I haven’t talked that much all week, I don’t think. We talked about fucking everything. Bille Joe’s blondeness, The Pill, tickles, bubbles, abducting children, locks on bathroom doors, her brother’s Mike Dirnt doll, HIM, my sister’s conversion to Vam, my religion and what shrinks would think of it … stuff like that.
And then I wouldn’t stop talking about her all day today. My sister kept asking me why Andie knew so much about her. It was funny.
Oh … and my new story: The Boy Who Looked Like a Girl.
I’m writing an overly maternal mother figure who seems to adopt stray children. And we were walking home and I was trying to explain April’s latching onto of Ville to my sister. Anyway, I start pouncing down the street yelling “I Protect!” It was one of the funniest things ever.
Now everytime I try to write April in that story I’ll be thinking of me pouncing along the street yelling I Protect!
Teeheeness.
Now when you read this, Andie, you’re in my blog. Hehe.
Oh, and you can thank Andie and her friend Cody for forcing an ‘A Kiss Is Like … Emotional’ update out of me.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Margera/Valo, aka Dru
Your love is a razorblade kiss . . .
