Sing Me a Lullaby
Sex on toast
Bam's P.O.V.
I have to learn to play an instrument. I want her to have her dreams. She deserves to have the best.
"So what tattoo are you gonna get?" she asked me.
"I don't know. Maybe something in Italian," I shrugged.
"I think I'll get another tattoo of a band. Or something Harry Potter. On my ass," she said.
"How many tattoos do you already have?" I wondered.
"Hmmm... I think about 20-ish," she recalled.
"Wow. That's a lot of tattoos for a chick," I mused.
"I like tattoos. And I'm not a normal chick," she protested.
"Tattoos are sexy," I replied without thinking.
"I know, right? Like Frank Iero's," she giggled.
"Who?" I asked.
She gasped at me, "Only the most amazing thing on the Earth!!!"
"So, I'm guessing he's hot?" I gathered.
"Smokin' hot!!" she squealed.
"Not hotter than me though, right?" I joked.
"You're not hot. Funny, badass, and adorable, yes. Hot, no," she said truthfully.
"I'm flattered," I laughed.
"Why? I kind of just insulted you," she raised an eyebrow.
"Yoy called me funny and badass," I reminded her.
"Oh yea. So... Tell me some interesting things about yourself," she urged.
"Well, I'm not much of an interesting person," I said.
"Did you really just say that?" she rolled her eyes.
"Okay. Oh, here's somethig that no one knows, I'm bisexual," I admitted.
"Really? Me too!!!" she gabbed.
"Really? Awesome! I thought you'd resent me," I thought aloud.
"Resent you? Didn't you notice the gay flag at the shop?" she wondered.
"Oh, no, I guess not," I said.
"So what guys do you think are hot?" she interrogated.
"Ville Valo," I replied immediately.
"Awww, you guys would be cute together!" she smiled.
"What girls do you think are hot?" I asked.
"Megan Fox, Katy Perry, Hayley Williams, and P!nk," she listed.
"Wow. Openly bi, are you?" I collected.
"Yes. I'm proud of my sexuality," she stated.
"Ooh, Gabe Saporta has a nice ass," I rambled.
"Oh my god, don't I know!!!" she squealed. "And so does Gerard Way."
"I'm gonna have to google some of these guys you're mentioning," I made a mental note aloud.
"Google Frerard," she recomended.
"What's that?" I wondered.
"It's like sex on toast. With lots of slippery butter," she trailed off.
"Oooh, that sounds like it's hot!" I squealed.
"It is!!" she assured me.
I have to learn to play an instrument. I want her to have her dreams. She deserves to have the best.
"So what tattoo are you gonna get?" she asked me.
"I don't know. Maybe something in Italian," I shrugged.
"I think I'll get another tattoo of a band. Or something Harry Potter. On my ass," she said.
"How many tattoos do you already have?" I wondered.
"Hmmm... I think about 20-ish," she recalled.
"Wow. That's a lot of tattoos for a chick," I mused.
"I like tattoos. And I'm not a normal chick," she protested.
"Tattoos are sexy," I replied without thinking.
"I know, right? Like Frank Iero's," she giggled.
"Who?" I asked.
She gasped at me, "Only the most amazing thing on the Earth!!!"
"So, I'm guessing he's hot?" I gathered.
"Smokin' hot!!" she squealed.
"Not hotter than me though, right?" I joked.
"You're not hot. Funny, badass, and adorable, yes. Hot, no," she said truthfully.
"I'm flattered," I laughed.
"Why? I kind of just insulted you," she raised an eyebrow.
"Yoy called me funny and badass," I reminded her.
"Oh yea. So... Tell me some interesting things about yourself," she urged.
"Well, I'm not much of an interesting person," I said.
"Did you really just say that?" she rolled her eyes.
"Okay. Oh, here's somethig that no one knows, I'm bisexual," I admitted.
"Really? Me too!!!" she gabbed.
"Really? Awesome! I thought you'd resent me," I thought aloud.
"Resent you? Didn't you notice the gay flag at the shop?" she wondered.
"Oh, no, I guess not," I said.
"So what guys do you think are hot?" she interrogated.
"Ville Valo," I replied immediately.
"Awww, you guys would be cute together!" she smiled.
"What girls do you think are hot?" I asked.
"Megan Fox, Katy Perry, Hayley Williams, and P!nk," she listed.
"Wow. Openly bi, are you?" I collected.
"Yes. I'm proud of my sexuality," she stated.
"Ooh, Gabe Saporta has a nice ass," I rambled.
"Oh my god, don't I know!!!" she squealed. "And so does Gerard Way."
"I'm gonna have to google some of these guys you're mentioning," I made a mental note aloud.
"Google Frerard," she recomended.
"What's that?" I wondered.
"It's like sex on toast. With lots of slippery butter," she trailed off.
"Oooh, that sounds like it's hot!" I squealed.
"It is!!" she assured me.
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I always wanted Bam to be gay or bi. Ever since I met him in Cancun. He was unbelievably sweet, too. My mom went crazy when she saw him XD she goes, "OH MY GOD, SARA, LOOK!!! IT'S BAM MARGERA!!! HI, BAM!!!!" XD