Poor Little American Girl
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,789
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Poor Little American Girl
A/N: The italic words are thoughts or stuff being read in ones thoughts, hope I didnt lose ya. This will be a short one just one to introduce you to..my..story.
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Ville hugged his bandmates as he got ready to enter the taxi. They had just finished their tour and were on their long deserved break. Everyone had their break planned out except for Ville, he wasn't sure if he should relax at home or should he visit his family. Deciding to give up on his internal conflict he decides to close his eyes in the in back of the taxi to his place.
45 minutes later and he was standing in his two story 'home'. It felt weird being in there, it felt as if he was some intruder that was taking it upon himself to stay in this...cottage. The road was his real home eventhough he's in different places most of the time. Ville didn't belong here, he felt, he didn't see how he fit. Ville sat on his bed and plugged his phone into the charger. It's been so long since he's charged his phone since there was a bit of a problem with the outlets. After a few minutes he checked the bountiful missed calls and messages. He skimmed through alot of them until he saw a message from Bam.
Willa you better bring your Finnish ass over here when your done with your tour.
Ville laughed and called Bam, his most prized friend. He couldn't believe how they've been so close in such a small amount of time. Some people bash them for being so close while others and creaming their pants about it. The phone stops ringing and Bam picks up.
"Hey Bam Bam"
"Valo, you in Westchester already"
"No Bammie, just got home and your message"
"Well pack your shit up and get over here. The guys are waiting for you" Ville sighed and looked at his freshly unpacked clothes while running his gloved hand through his tousled shoulder length hair.
"I fucking unpacked everything" he whimpered almost to himself.
"Okay see you in a few hours" Bam laughed before hanging up. Ville looked at his phone and shut it close.
"Fuck" Ville groaned and quickly grabbed some clothes fit for two weeks and hailed a taxi to the airport..again.
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Ville hugged his bandmates as he got ready to enter the taxi. They had just finished their tour and were on their long deserved break. Everyone had their break planned out except for Ville, he wasn't sure if he should relax at home or should he visit his family. Deciding to give up on his internal conflict he decides to close his eyes in the in back of the taxi to his place.
45 minutes later and he was standing in his two story 'home'. It felt weird being in there, it felt as if he was some intruder that was taking it upon himself to stay in this...cottage. The road was his real home eventhough he's in different places most of the time. Ville didn't belong here, he felt, he didn't see how he fit. Ville sat on his bed and plugged his phone into the charger. It's been so long since he's charged his phone since there was a bit of a problem with the outlets. After a few minutes he checked the bountiful missed calls and messages. He skimmed through alot of them until he saw a message from Bam.
Willa you better bring your Finnish ass over here when your done with your tour.
Ville laughed and called Bam, his most prized friend. He couldn't believe how they've been so close in such a small amount of time. Some people bash them for being so close while others and creaming their pants about it. The phone stops ringing and Bam picks up.
"Hey Bam Bam"
"Valo, you in Westchester already"
"No Bammie, just got home and your message"
"Well pack your shit up and get over here. The guys are waiting for you" Ville sighed and looked at his freshly unpacked clothes while running his gloved hand through his tousled shoulder length hair.
"I fucking unpacked everything" he whimpered almost to himself.
"Okay see you in a few hours" Bam laughed before hanging up. Ville looked at his phone and shut it close.
"Fuck" Ville groaned and quickly grabbed some clothes fit for two weeks and hailed a taxi to the airport..again.