Death is in Love with us

Jonne?

The darkness soothed my wounds, my worries, and my pain.  Most of all, the darkness hid my fears, even if they were lying right besides me.  I thanked the darkness for hiding me in its arms, protecting my eyes from pain and torture. 

Without looking at my deepest fear, I got out of the bed quietly.  Looking around for a clock I let out a soft whimper when I remembered where it was.  Right besides my fear.  Without looking at the lump in the bed that I had shared, I saw that the clock read 1:30 a.m.  Where the hell was I going to go now?  I couldn’t stay here; he had made it very clear that he wanted me gone as soon as possible.  His wife would be coming home at seven. 

As I moved my eyes back to the floor, I couldn’t help but glance at the man.  Even though the darkness hid mostly everything, I could still see his curly hair.  As I looked at his head my eyes started playing tricks on me.  He started forming into someone else.  I walked over closer to see him better, opening the curtains and pulling the blankets a little to the side.  Trying to see whom my eyes were making me think of, I suddenly jumped. 

My eyes started playing tricks on me:  His smile was no longer a frown but a content smile.  His hair was no longer the short blonde it had been before but it started getting longer and more beautiful.  His face started turning sharper and yet boyish. 

I felt a pang in my heart as I looked at the beauty my eyes were creating.  My beloved Jonne was laying in the bed now, not this horrible client that had picked me off the streets at last minute.  Blinking, everything went away and he quickly turned to....  Bam? 

Blinking my eyes quickly, his hair started getting shorter and curlier.  His face started losing its sharpness and started turning much more boyish.  My heart started skipping and my breath caught in my throat.  What the hell was going on? 

Not liking where this was going, I quickly looked away and started looking for my clothes, putting on the dirty garments as I got mentally ready to go back out to the cruel world.  Once I finished tying up my converse, I walked over and looked at the sleeping man again, seeing that he was once again the scum that I had fallen asleep with.  Looking the other way, I walked towards the door, hoping that I would never have to see him again for as long as I lived.  By the rate I was going, that wouldn’t be too long. 

Now the problem was where to go?  I couldn’t just barge into Aila and my home smelling like sex.  I had to clean up, but where?  I had no family here in America, the only family being far away in Finland.  The land that had been my fortress for as long as I could remember before I came here to this shit whole. 

Just following my dream.

Some dream.  What kind of a dream makes you want to die?  Apparently my dreams.  I could always go back to Finland with Aila, taking her away from all this pain but I couldn’t face my friends and parents.  What would they think of me now?  Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts away.  I had bigger issues to worry about, not something that would probably happen in years if ever. 

Where the hell am I going to go? 

I looked over at all the stores, looking into the dark windows.  My eyes finally came and rested on a coffee shop that I had used to go to almost every day when I had just moved here.  It was small but very popular.  As I looked at the store, something in my head clicked. 

“Bam.”  I whispered as I looked at the coffee shop.  I did say I was dropping by early when he had called a few days ago, so why not stay there for a while?  I could get cleaned up, maybe go and check on Aila, and then go to that get together he wanted to drag me to.  Nodding my head, I took out my cell phone and turned it on.  Watching as the phone rang to life, the song echoing off of the dark shops, I saw that I had indeed one new message.  Pressing the button, I smiled softly as I heard Bam’s voice start to speak. 

~X~

*BANG*

My eyes snapped open as I heard something fall down below my room.  Looking out the window, I saw that it was windy out.  Shrugging off the sound, I started trying to rationalize what had actually made the sound. 

Probably just some trash can outside.

*Thud*

What the fuck was that?  That sounded like it was down stares again.  It has to be something outside, the doors are locked.  I would have heard if someone had broken in.  The only way they could have would be the.... no....oh fuck no!  Someone found the key! 

Fuck, now I’m going insane!  I knew I should have not hidden it under the front door matt!  Fuck you Ville for making me even hide one!  Damn you, damn you, damn-

*CRACK*

Oh fuck me!  I’m going to die! 

I pulled the covers tighter and closer up, hiding under them.  Sweat started forming on my face due to the fear that someone was in my house.  I tried to stop my body from shaking, but no matter what I did, no matter what I said to myself, I couldn’t.  I nearly cried when I heard footsteps coming up the stares.  My heart was trying to break free of my chest as I tried to regain my breathing.  Then I heard a door slam shut and what was probably a body falling to the ground. 

“Oh fucking damn!  Why did I decide to come here?  Why the hell did I decide to come here?!  God damn it all! 

My body stopped shaking and my breath came back to me as I pushed the blankets off of me slightly.  I knew that voice.  I could tell that voice apart from any other.  The accent and deepness gave the person away as my beautiful angel.  I didn’t know if I wanted to stay in bed and pretend to be asleep or run out and hug Ville to death for it being him and not some axe murder.  Deciding on the first option, I closed my eyes as I heard the door click open and soft foot steps creep in. 

I heard him walk around to the side of the bed that I was on and slightly jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly.  Opening my eyes slowly, acting like he had just woken me up, I stared tiredly up at him.  I didn’t really need to act so much on that part since I was damn tired to begin with. 

For a second, I thought I saw an expression of pain, suffering, and also an apologetic one.  As soon as I saw it, it disappeared back to a stone cold one.  It pained me to see that look, for I knew he could be happier.  What happened to the man I married?  Who is this man standing in his place?  Damn, did I just think that?  Fuck, I’m such a puss. 

“Hey, I was wondering if I could use your shower and then sleep a little longer here.”  He said a bit un-sure.  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and nodded my head, getting into a sitting position and then getting off the bed.  I signaled him to follow me as I lazily made my way to the bathroom, opening the door for him and then walking over to the shower and turning it on. 

“There ya go.  I’m ganna go back to sleep so if you need me, well, have fun trying to wake me again.”  I said groggily as I finally looked up, seeing him looking at me with those intense green eyes of his.  He blushed once he noticed that he was staring nodded his head. 

I smirked and walked past him, making sure to sway my hips a little as I neared him.  As I neared him, I walked past him, softly brushing my hand against his stomach enough to make him know that it wasn’t an accident. 

Closing the door as I went back to my bed, I smiled.  Even if he was just someone I was going to be with for a couple months until the actual person came around, I was going to have fun with him.  He was my husband after all. 

~X~

“Please, please don’t leave.”  I begged, feeling tears start to run down my cheeks. 

“This isn’t the time, darling.  You are hurt with wounds I can’t heal.  Please understand, but you aren’t ready for someone like me.  I have wounds that need to be healed as well, you know.  You can’t heal mine if you have your own.” 

I tried to grab for his arm but he moved it away before I could get a hold on it.  Rolling off the bed, he stood up and walked over to the mirror, grabbing the shirt by the sink and his pants that were by the door.  Just as he opened the door, I shot off the bed and ran over, wrapping my arms around his lithe frame. 

“Please, please don’t leave.”  I whimpered, rubbing my wet cheek against the back of his coat.  He turned in my arms and looked down at me, using a frail finger to lift up my chin to see into his beautiful green eyes.  Curly brown hair framed his angelic face, causing more tears to run down my face.  I was never to see him again but yet I knew that he was the one.  He was the one I had always waited for. 

“Sweetheart, please understand.  I will never regret what has happened this past month, but it can’t go any further.  You will forgive and thank me later once you have found the one for you.” 

“Goddamn it!  YOU are the one.  YOU will always be the one!”  I cried, holding him closer as he wrapped his arms around me.  Looking up, I saw-

~End of Dream~

Waking up to water falling on me was somewhat common, but not like this.  Opening my eyes, I noticed that the sprinklers were on and the fire alarm was screeching down stares.  My heart jumped and I jumped out of bed, running down stares in nothing but a pair of sopping wet boxers.  The dream that I had awoken from quickly got pushed to the back of my mind as I came to the bottom of the stares and saw smoke leaving the kitchen. 

“Goddamn!  Fuck it, if you want to burn, then be my guest!”  I heard someone yell in a heavy accent.  It just dawned on me that Ville had come over in the early hours of the morning. 

Following the cussing and smoke, I shielded my already watering eyes and walking into the kitchen.  I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight of a very frazzled Finn.  Oven mitts thrown on the floor besides my feet, I stared at Ville and watched as his shoulders shook. 

My poor ‘husband’ had his arms wrapped around his legs and held them up to his chest, his head resting in his arms.  I had to admit, the sight before me was equally sad as it was funny.  Walking over, I went down on my knees and rested a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up quickly at me before putting his head back down. 

“Imtory.”  He mumbled, causing me to cock a brow. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry.”  He said, lifting his head to speak before putting it back down.  When he had lifted his head, I could see his eyes and I could tell that he was frightened.  What had I done to make him so scared? 

“Ville, are you alright?”  I asked, putting a finger under his chin to make him look up at me.  For a split second the fear showed, but then humiliation and a little confidence showed. 

“Of course I am fucking alright.  I was just apologizing because I almost burned your house down.  Apologizing doesn’t mean that I’m not alright.”  Ville snapped slapping my hands away and standing up. 

Standing up as well, I walked over to the source of the fire; the burner.  Turning the burner off, I ordered Ville to turn off the alarm.  Telling him the code and where it was, I took the pan off the burner and waved my hand over it, trying to get rid of the smoke in vain. 

Looking over to the burner after putting water in the pan, I noticed some paper that was lit.  Running over I grabbed the paper and blew out the small fire that had started.  Looking at the paper, I noticed that it was Ville’s writing; for I remember it from the letter he had left me at the hotel even though it was a lot messier.  I knew that I shouldn’t read it, for it was Ville’s, but curiosity got the best of me and I looked at the paper.

Dear Jonne,

I know that you probably are just going to tear up this letter once you see whom it is from, but it makes me feel better and a little stronger to be able to form my feelings into words.  From what I heard, more of knowing due to the lack of conversations that we have had, you have removed me from your heart entirely. 

I stopped reading when I heard footsteps walking back and quickly hid the letter in my pocket.  From what I had seen before I had started reading, there was much more to read.  There were many questions forming in my head and most of them revolved around Jonne.  First off, who was Jonne?  Was Jonne a she or he? 

Was Jonne a lover of Ville’s or was it just a one-way relationship.  I knew there must have been some feelings somewhere for Ville would have not mentioned Jonne removing Ville from his heart.  What if I am getting this all-wrong?  What if Ville isn’t the person that had written this letter?  What if it was a friend of his and he just happened to have it? 

“You know, this really wasn’t part of the deal, turning off fire alarms and all.”  Ville said as he sat on a chair around the island.  Looking up down at his exhausted form, I couldn’t help but laugh.  It shocked me how good it felt to actually laugh when I wasn’t under the influence. 

“Well, it’s just one of the many perks of being my husband.”  I grinned as I saw a small smile come to your lips.  Your smile would be best described as a needle in a haystack, impossible to find unless you were the right person, but I saw it.  I guess that means I’m the right person. 

‘Don’t start thinking that way Bam, you know what happened last time.’ 

I shook the thoughts out of my head as I watched you look down at your feat, probably out of a nervous habit.  After a while of nervously looking down at his feat and me smirking at him, I heard him whisper to himself:

“I wonder what the other perks are.”  I knew he was just talking to himself and he probably didn’t want me to hear, but it was too good of a moment not to put a jackass remark. 

“Well, there’s also cooking, cleaning, and feeding my cats.”  I grinned, causing him to glare at me.  I could tell that his glare wasn’t a joking one, but it wasn’t a cold one like I have witnessed. 

“What about bed room privileges?”  I heard the all too familiar voice of Novak asked as he let himself into my house. 

~X~

Damn, he’s like a fucking flee.  Once you think he’s gone, he’ll come right back from the depths of hell and bite you in the ass.  The damn tick almost sent be to my grave, coming into our house like that without a.... wait...did I just say our?  Did I just call Bam’s house our house?  This job is starting to take its toll on my poor aging brain. 

“Don’t you have a damn key?  You can’t just barge into my house like that and start asking suggestive questions!  Have some decency for Christ’s sake!”  I snapped, glaring at Novak as he walked over towards the kitchen where Bam and I were.  I had taken a seat at the island and Bam was still trying to clear out the smoke from the room by opening some windows in the kitchen. 

“Damn, Bam!  You have already lost your house to your hubbie!”  Novak laughed as he sat on the island besides me, his thigh dangerously close to my face.  Deciding that I rather didn’t like my face that close to his crotch, I moved over a bit going un-noticed by him. 

“No, the house is still mine.  He can say whatever he wants but I’m the one that pays the bills.”  Bam said, looking at me pointedly.  I rolled my eyes and sighed, jumping when I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder.  Looking up, I came face to face with the flea. 

“Yes?”  I asked after a while of silence.  I rather didn’t like being touched without reason.  It made things un-necessarily awkward. 

“You know, if you ever get lonely or realize that you are too good for Bam, just give me a-fuck dude!  That hurt!”  Novak yelped as he instantly took back his hand to rub at his aching head.  Looking away from Novak, I saw Bam grinning at Novak.  When Bam noticed I was looking at him, he smiled and went back to opening windows. 

I looked down at the ground and saw that Bam had thrown an apple at Novak’s head, and a small giggle came from me.  I hate my laugh, it sounds dorky and stupid, but if I do remember what Bam had said the night we met, he liked it.  Why should I care though, it’s not like he can hear it.

“What was that?”  Novak asked, looking at me like I had grown another head.  A blush came to my cheeks and I looked away, trying to not let him see this side of me.  No one got to, but for some reason, I was starting to show it more and more ever since that night with Bam.  Even the man that I had slept with the other night had heard me laugh a little until he said it was appalling and that if I didn’t stop he would hit me. 

“Do you really have shit for brains?  He is laughing.  Damn Novak, you really need to stop taking whatever you are taking.”  Bam snapped, walking over to us after opening the last window.  He stood in front of me causing me to turn my head even further to the other side.  I couldn’t face him; my emotions were running high for some reason. 

“It’s not my fault that he sounds more like he’s choking and hiccupping at the same time.” 

*Smack*

“Ouch!  What the fuck man?”  Novak wined as Bam’s hand connected with his face. 

“Don’t mock Ville.”  Bam glared at Novak, causing my stomach to turn for some strange reason.  Why was he defending me? 

“Sorry man, I don’t know what I was thinking.  Ville has the laugh of an angel.”  Novak said sarcastically, causing Bam to glare at him.  I felt the atmosphere of the room become tense, causing me to fidget.  Novak seemed to notice, or maybe he was just trying to find a way out of his predicament, but he sighed in relief and stood up. 

“Looks like we should get going, don’t want to be late!  The place we are meeting up is around three hours away so I suggest we leave now.”  Novak said and started walking towards the door.  I nodded and followed Bam as he followed Novak out the front door.

No Looking Back

I saw the way he looked at me and it scared me for a moment.  I had wondered if he had found out what I was, but then he agreed and it was then obvious he was just shocked.  He would have never said yes if he knew for he didn’t seem like the type to have even looked at me if he knew.  Eventually I will have to tell him, but not now.  Not when I have enough money to keep my dear Aila and me alive. 

Looking back down the street in which the cab was now speeding away with my ‘beloved’ husband, I felt my heart drop.  Would I ever actually have a husband?  Wife?  Lover?  Anything? 

Sighing, I looked at the house I was standing in front of.  I had told the cab driver to drop me off here, but it wasn’t my home.  No, it was a home of someone that actually deserves to live and have a prosperous life.  Me, I was dirt.  I was simply just taking up space in this world that should be given to one of the many children that don’t get to see their first birthday. 

I couldn’t have Bam see the piece of shit I called my home.  It would just lead to questions I didn’t want to answer.  Fuck, I almost told him about my dear Aila and that would have brought up a big chunk of my life I wanted to forget.  A memory that had the beautiful name of Jonne on it. 

“Jonne.”  I whimpered as I started walking down the street, starting to feel lonely.  Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I started scanning the streets of West Chester for the familiar QFC that I would need to be picking up some food from.  That just reminded me about how I had acted as if I had gotten mugged back in New York.  Poor Bam, he was much too gullible. 

~X~

“Bam....  Bam...BAM!”  Someone down stares yelled, causing me to jump from my dreams on the bed.  Looking at the clock, I saw that it was around 3:12 p.m. meaning that I had slept for a good hour or two since I got home.  Getting out of bed, I slammed my door open and stomped to the top of the stares. 

“What the fuck do you dip shits want?”  I hollered down the stares earning a couple of laughs.  Slapping a hand to my head, I once again started stomping down the stares ready to start blaming my horrible day on the first person I saw.  That person happened to be Novak.  It always seemed to be him. 

“Ah!  So the happily married man is back from New York!”  Novak smiled, stopping his pursuit towards me seeing my scowl.  It’s not my fault that he was the one that chose to show his face when I was in no mood for a good talk. 

“Why couldn’t you have stayed there longer?  The whores and prostitutes not good enough or were you not good enough for them?”  I sneered, causing the smile to get wiped off his face.  I know I had crossed the line but once again, it wasn’t my fault. 

“What’s got your knickers in a twist Bammie boy?  Your hubbie not giving you enough action in bed?”  Ryan asked from the couch.  I turned my head, noticing him for the first time before shooting him a scowl. 

“Fuck off dick wad.”  I grumbled before going over to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.  I didn’t really get anything besides a cookie that I had grabbed when I had walked into the house after the cab dropped me off. 

“Where is this mystery man anyways?  I haven’t seen him yet and shouldn’t he be living with you?”  Novak asked as he plopped himself down on the island in the kitchen.  Glaring at the orange juice that was in front of me in the fridge, I grabbed it and slammed it on the counter before shutting the door. 

“Why the hell are you so interested?  You were never this interested in my relationship when I was with Jenn or Missy.”  I snapped. 

“Well...I don’t know how to say this without getting something thrown at me, but your taste in lovers has gone up juristically.”  That got a smile to my face.  I chuckled and looked over at Novak who was cocking his brow to my sudden change in mood. 

“You don’t even know what he looks like.”  I smirked, but the smirk vanished when he shook his head. 

“Like hell I don’t!  He’s the one that you were all cuddled up with at Ryan’s party before you five left, isn’t it?” 

“I thought you just said you haven’t seen him yet.” 

“Well, I meant here.  Where is this man that stole your heart in less then a day anyways?”  Novak asked, starting to walk upstairs.  I jumped in front of him before he could reach the second step, causing him to cock a brow. 

“He’s not here.  He went out to his house to go and get his stuff.”  I said, hoping that they would buy it.  Novak and Ryan stared at me for a while, Ryan with a not so convinced expression on his face and Novak with a very believable one.  Poor Novak, always so gullible. 

“Well, I guess we will be coming by tomorrow to see your new hubbie!  See ya!”  Novak said, pushing past me and running towards the door, Ryan following him close behind before I could object.  They know me too well, for they knew I would have objected. 

“Fuck.”  I moaned and went to the couch, laying back down and closing my eyes.  Looks like tomorrow I will be giving quite a bit of $20.00’s to Ville. 

I need to call him when I get up.  I thought before the warm darkness could take me away for a couple more hours. 

~X~

Walking into the dimly lit piece of shit I called home, I locked the door behind me and crept into the small family room/kitchen.  Putting down the four bags of groceries I had bought, I ran a hand through my hair as I walked over to the clock, wanting to know what time it was.  I knew that I would be disappointing Aila again if I was late.... again.  What kind of a father was I? 

A pretty fucked up one.  My thoughts answered for me, making me want to curl up on the floor and weep my heart out like I had done so many times in the past.  I was a total screw up and there was nothing I could do about it.  It sickened me how many times my dear Aila had come home to seem me in that situation.  She had always crouched down and sat in my lap, holding onto me for dear life as she whispered:

My love, you are not the one to blame.  He should have never left you alone when being alone causes you so much misery. 

As I felt tears prick my eyes, I instantly hated myself.  I was way to emotional.  I hated myself for being so, even though my friends did say that it caused so much inspiration to flow through me.  Even though it has been two years since I had seen any of them, we still write and they still think I am the same Ville that I was before. 

The one that had all the write things to say, the one that actually had his shit together.  That Ville is gone and replaced with a Ville that has his shit everywhere.  Some days, I do wonder what it would be like if he hadn’t left me.  We could still be a happy family, like we had before.  That was two years ago though, and all that happiness has slowly disappeared. 

Looking at the clock to get my thoughts away from such horrible ones it caused me to scream in shock.  It was now 4: 30 p.m.  The audition that Aila was going to be in started fifteen minutes ago and I still had a twenty-minute walk over.  Even if I ran I would still probably miss her, and the problem is that I can’t run without having an asthma attack. 

“Goddamn!”  I whined as I ran to the door, grabbing the key that I had thrown on the key rack and running out, slamming the door shut and locking it in haste.  Knowing that it was stupid but doing it anyways, I started running down the street towards her school, all the while cursing up a storm. 

Once I turned the corner I saw the school.  In all honesty, it’s amazing that I could even afford this school for her, but I didn’t want her to be home schooled.  I don’t have the experience, but I would think that they wouldn’t be able to meet a lot of people.  I could be totally wrong though. 

Not caring that my lungs were burning, I continued to run to the school.  Once I reached the doors to the school I opened them and walked to where the gym was, huffing the whole way there.  I quietly opened the door as I walked through and saw a small brunette haired girl singing a quite beautiful song that I didn’t recognize. 

I jumped a little when I felt long arms wrap around my waist, causing a soft giggle to leave the lips of my ‘attacker’.  Smiling, I looked down to see my sweet Aila in one of my dark purple dress shirts and some of my leather pants.  She did love using my shirts as dresses; she said that everyone complimented her.  I was just happy that she was making some friends.  She was a very different person then me, and I was forever grateful. 

“Hello, kutla.  You didn’t go yet, right?”  I asked, hoping that I didn’t miss my dear’s recital.  I would never forgive myself if I missed another one.  She would, as she always did, but I would just feel like a fucker for missing my 16 year olds recital again. 

“Nope!  You made it!”  She whispered happily, letting go of me and opening her arms for me to pick her up, which I gladly did.  Carrying her over to the front seat, I sat down next to a father of a daughter who was up on the stage.  He didn’t have to say anything, I could tell because of the hope and joy in his eyes as he watched his girl sing her heart out. 

“Fantastic job Samantha, that was mind blowing.”  One of the judges said, causing the girl to smile. 

“I agree.  We would have to be def not to pass such a talent.”  The other one said, causing her to jump up happily. 

“You would be simply wonderful as one of the cocktail singers.”  The judge said, making the little one jump again in happiness.  Aila had told me before that the cocktail singer was the highest position that a girl under eight could get.  My dear Aila was going to try out for Mary, or was it Terrie? 

“Whom were you trying out for again?”  I asked as the girl bounced over to the judge table and grabbed a paper that showed that she was one of their official cocktail singers.  The man sitting next to me cheered and ran to his daughter, picking her up and twirling her around before kissing her cheek, causing her to squeal in delight.  Sitting down on my lap, she smiled up at me. 

“Rose.”  She whispered.  Damn was I off. 

“What movie is this from?”  I really did feel like a shitty father, not even knowing what play she was in.  I bet the man before knew everything about the play and what part his daughter was doing.  Aila didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to find it amusing. 

“The Titanic, silly!”  She laughed.  We watched more and more people audition, some tears here, and some laughs of joy there.  Finally, after literally three hours, the judges spoke after the last contestant.  Sadly, that audition ended in tears but I couldn’t help but to smile.  It had been someone around Aila’s age and they had tried out for Rose, just like Aila.  There were still many other people in the crowd as well, I just hoped that they would call my darling and pick her. 

“Aila Valo, you’re up!”  A judge called, causing both Aila and I to tense.  I tightened my arms that were around her waist and kissed her cheek as I felt her start to shake. 

“Do not fear, my darling.  You are going to blow them away.”  I whispered as she stood up shakily. 

“I hope you’re right.”  She replied, not looking at me but at the stage with fear clearly written in her beautiful golden eyes.  I watched as she made her way up to the stage, the judges giving her smiles except for one that hadn’t been saying any complements all night.  She seemed to just want to get out of their, not really caring about anyone but herself.  I smirked.  Aila would make that prude speak. 

“And what are you here for, dear?”  A judge asked pen poised above the paper.  Aila started twiddling with one of her rings on her finger as she looked down at me as if the answer was written all over me.  I smiled, causing her to smile back. 

“I’m going to try out for Rose.”  She replied timidly. 

“Well, let the show begin!”  One other said enthusiastically.  Aila nodded and began.  I watched as she started speaking her lines with a passion that I had never heard, not even from the little amount of movies I had actually watched.  Her hands moved and her hips swayed.  She was the most graceful thing I had ever seen and her words painted pictures, like I was actually there on the ship and watching a young lady called Rose talk and walk around the deck. 

I had only seen a little of the movie, but it was enough to understand what Aila was doing.  I looked into her eyes and saw how beautiful they were.  They were the most brilliant gold. 

Just like her mother’s.

I shook my head, not wanting to think about the beautiful and kind women that had, without knowing, stolen my love, my life, my Jonne.  I could never hate her.  Never. 

Stop looking back.  She’s gone; he’s gone, they are gone.

My thoughts disappeared as I noticed that Aila was standing still looking at the judges like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car. 

“Well Ms. Valo, looks like we will be calling you Rose from now on.”  The judge that hadn’t talked the whole time said, causing all the judges to jump and snap their heads to look at him.  I felt a smile cover my face as I looked at my overjoyed Aila.  She smiled gratefully and walked up, grabbing her card.  When she turned to me, she smiled widely and walked over, taking my hand.  We walked outside of the school and all her composer was lost. 

Jumping into my arms, I twirled Aila around and kissed all over her face as she cried happy tears. 

“Daddy, did you see that?  I made it!”  She cried, hiding her face in the crook of my neck, me hiding my face in her beautiful dark hair. 

“Of course I saw it, kutla.  You were beautiful as always!  My dear Aila.”  I whispered as I put her back on her feet, wrapping my arms tightly around her.  After a few more moments of our embrace, I suggested taking her out to dinner.  As suspected, she declined, not wanting to ‘waste’ my money, but of course I insisted and that followed to her finally agreeing. 

I watched as my angel walked besides me, a new light glowing around her.  It gave me pride that I could bring her that.  She had told me that I had made her so happy by arriving, and that had also saddened me. 

I would have never missed one of her functions if it weren’t for my job.  If I could help it, I would never miss another one.  Bam would also be helping.  Jumping slightly as I felt my cell-phone vibrate in my pants, I let go of Aila’s hand, causing a frown to come to her face. 

“One moment, kutla.”  I said, giving her a false smile.  We both knew that whenever my phone rang it was a client.  Flipping it open, I said a nervous but firm ‘Hello?’ 

“Oh thank God you answered!  I have been trying to call you for the past half an hour.”  A grateful voice answered, causing me to cock a brow.  Aila looked at me with a worried expression causing me to smile and push her forwards slightly.  She was much too young to get involved with anything I was in. 

“May I ask who I am talking to?”  I questioned, knowing most of them didn’t like it when I talked to them.  It would make it all ‘too real’ as many have said. 

“It’s me, Bam.”  I instantly felt relieved for reasons unknown.  Maybe it was because I never really pictured him as such a threat. 

“Oh, what do you want?”  I asked, wanting to get back to Aila and have a nice dinner.  I really didn’t want to spend my time talking to my ‘husband’. 

“S-s-sorry, is this a bad time?”  He asked nervously, causing shock to overcome me.  I made someone nervous?  I have always wanted that power but now it didn’t seem right.  Bam made me feel like I had just punched him in the stomach.  Goddamn him!  Sighing, I shook my head before answering:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like that.  You kind of did get me at a bad time.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.  Are you at a meeting for your job or something?”  Instantly, all the kindness that I had tried to give Bam faded away.  I tried to remind myself that he had no clue, but that didn’t soften the blow and horrible images flashing in my mind. 

“No.  I have a life out of my job you know.”  I spat, practically hearing Bam wince on the other line.  I could tell that he probably did wince due to the silence and shaky breathing. 

“I’m sorry, I just got out of auditions that seemed to last forever.  Not all of them were good and some of them made me wish I were dead.  That was a little cold, I’m sorry.  I’m about to go out for dinner with a friend, so tell me what you wanted.” 

“I was just wondering.... are you busy on Saturday?” 

“No, why?” 

“My friend, you might know him as Novak, has invited me to this get together.”  He didn’t need to say anything else I knew what he wanted.  Looking up ahead to Aila who was walking with her head down, probably thinking it would be a client, I sighed. 

“You want me to be your beloved and loyal husband?” 

“Well.... maybe?” 

“I’ll be there tomorrow bright and early.  You don’t want them to think that we don’t live with another.  Just put a key under the doormat or something.  I have to go now, but leave me a message on my cell and tell me where you live.”  After I finished my instructions, I hung up the phone before he could say anything and turned it off. 

You’re Hired

A loud screech from a car made me jump into a sitting position, the sheets that were wrapped around me falling to my lap.  Due to the quick motion, a stabbing pain came to my pelvic area and my ass, which made me start to remember what had happened last night before a loud crash erupted from an open window in the room.  Looking over at the digital clock that was on the nightstand, I saw that it read 7:23 a.m. 

“Goddamn shitty drivers.”  I mumbled and ran my hands through my un-ruley locks.  Rubbing my head with my tired fingers, I once again tried to recall what had happened last night.  When nothing came to mind, I pushed myself out of bed and started to get dressed but not before noticing how my clothes were thrown everywhere. 

“Hopefully she or he was good looking.”  I mumbled, knowing that the face that kept coming into my mind was most likely not the person that I had slept with.  The face was one of an angel, and he kept popping up in my dreams as well, or whatever I could remember of them.  At the moment, that wasn’t too much. 

Giving myself a glance at the mirror to make sure I didn’t look like I had crawled up from Hell, I sighed and started walking over to the door.  Sluggishly walking down the hall, I shoved a hand in my pocket and grabbed my cell-phone, hoping that whatever I did last night, Ryan would know.  If there was one thing I knew, it was that Ryan was defiantly there.  Walking down the stares, I made my way to the doors, but got cut off by someone tugging at my shirt, causing me to jump.   

“Um, the check in lady wants you.”  A small boy said as he let go of the bottom of my shirt.  I sighed in annoyance, causing the little boy to jump back and run back to his father who was glaring at me when I met his eyes.  I wasn’t in the apologizing mood, so I skipped that and walked over to the front desk where the boy had pointed for me to go as he clung to his father’s leg. 

“Yes?”  I snapped, closing my phone and putting it in my pocket.  Ryan could wait.  The women glared at me before handing me an envelope. 

“Your lover left it for me.  He said to give it to the man in this picture.  This is you, right?”  She asked as she put a picture down besides the envelope.  I could barley believe my eyes as I looked at the picture.  There was me and-the sad part is that this is quite literal-the man of my dreams.  Flashes of the dream I had kept coming back, but now that I think about it, I’m starting to wonder how much of the ‘dream’ was a dream. 

Something in the picture caught my eye though.  I was sitting on what seemed to be a seat of a limo with my lips pressed to the man’s neck and the man smiling at the camera.  There was something else though and I-

“Damn!  Are those rings?”  I yelled, causing the lobby to get quiet quickly.  Looking down at my ring finger, I noticed that it was sporting a quite expensive looking ring.  Looking back at the picture, I noticed that he was warring one as well, and that caused me to slap my hand to my head. 

“There’s always divorce.”  The woman laughed, causing me to glare at her and raise my lip a bit to show my teeth.  I know, very mature.  She stopped laughing, but the smile never went away.  Looking back at the envelope, I ripped it open to find a piece of folded paper.  Un-folding it, I began to read:

Dear Bam,

Due to the fact that I don’t know where this letter is going to wind up, I’m not going to say anything of importance.  What I am going to say is that I know you have questions, and I have answers.  If you want your answers, come meet me at the cafe that is down the street.  Take a right out of the hotel.   

~Ville Valo. 

P.S.  Hopefully you didn’t plan on me paying for our room.  Even if you were, tough for you because you’re at the front desk with a wallet full of money. 

“He left around an hour ago.”  The women said, causing me to jump and turn around, seeing that she had read over my shoulder.  Glaring at her, I pulled out my wallet, cursing the ‘angel’ in my head.  The more and more I thought about him, the more and more he started turning into the devil.  He did look like an angel still though. 

Slapping the money down in front of her, I stormed off towards the door after shoving the letter and picture in my coat pocket.  I could tell that the woman was still laughing at me from behind me.  Just as I was about to do something about her stares, my cell-phone started ringing.  I grabbed my phone with one hand and pushed the door open with the other and took a left, starting my way to meet my angel. 

“What do you want?”  I snapped, not caring whom it was. 

“I thought you said we could still be friends.”  A delicate voice laughed, causing my heart to stop.  Instantly, I started beating myself up in my head as I tried to calm down. 

“Sorry Missy didn’t know it was you.”  I sighed, not really wanting to talk to her at the moment, but at the same time, I did. 

“So, I guess I’m safe to say that your day isn’t going to good.” 

“Why would you say that?” 

“It’s not one in the afternoon and your awake.  What happened?”  She asked.  In a way, Missy reminds me of my Ape.  She’s always there when I need her.  Smiling, my eyes started scanning the shops, looking for a cafe. 

“Well, I went to Ryan’s party yesterday, met up with some Finnish guy and apparently hit it off with him.  We went off with Ryan and a couple of his friends to New York and I woke up in some random hotel bed with a pain in my pelvic area and ass. 

Sorry, you didn’t need to hear about that part.  Now, I find out that I am apparently married to this Finnish man and am currently trying to find him at some Goddamn cafe.  I don’t even remember his name!”  I cried in frustration. 

“Don’t worry, it could be worse.  Wait, is he good looking?”  She asked, causing me to sigh. 

“Yeah.  Nothing personal, but he is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  You should have been there when he smiled.  It lit up all of New York in my opinion.”  I smiled, remembering the limo drive before we had all gotten totally smashed. 

“See, it doesn’t seem that bad.  I was hoping that you would actually meet someone and maybe get a little more committed, but whatever you want Bam.  Please, just let this one last.  You know how I feel about failed marriages.”  Missy lectured, causing me to laugh.  My laughing stopped when I saw the angel sitting outside of a cafe, a cup in his hands. 

“Ville.”  I whispered in awe.  He was more beautiful then I remembered, his glasses were off as well.  All I wanted was to get closer to see his eyes, for I do remember seeing them last night and they were more beautiful then the stars in the sky. 

“Is that his name?”  She asked, a smile in her town.  I could tell that she was happy that I had actually found someone.  Just like I was when she had found James. 

“Yeah, I just remembered.”  I whispered, still in awe as I stopped and watched Ville take a sip out of his cup, a book in his hands.  He obviously didn’t notice me as he flipped a page and put down the cup. 

“You’re looking at him, aren’t you?”  She whispered.  I nodded, but remembered that she couldn’t see me. 

“Yeah.” 

“Then hang up the phone and go sit by him.  Work things out.”  She practically shouted in the phone.  Suddenly, my stomach started doing flips and I froze. 

“I...I...I can’t.”  I stammered, feeling just like I did the night before when I had first met him.  I’ll have to thank Ryan for that later, that is if everything works out. 

“Oh dear Lord, just go and talk!  You have probably gone beyond introductions last night, from the information I have heard about your aching bottom earlier.  Now, go over there and talk to him!”  She scolded before I heard a beep on the other line.  Looking down at my phone, I saw that she had hung up.  Sighing, I shoved my phone back in my pocket and walked over but stopped when I saw Ville put down his book and his hand go to a phone that was on the table. 

He looked up after he flipped it open and saw me.  Using his free hand, he signaled me over to the seat in front of him as he said a ‘hello’ into the phone.  Walking over, I took the seat that he had pointed to and looked at the menu that he handed me as he continued to talk.  I pretended to read the menu as I listened into his conversation. 

“I know, I know, I swear all I did was meat up with some friends and had a good drink...No, I swear I’ll be there in time though...Of course I will be!  What kind of a father do you think I am?!...I would never forget about you sweetheart...Of course, love, I’ll be there in ah hour or two...Love you to sweetie.” 

I felt a pang of jealousy course thorough me as he closed his phone and put it back on the table.  I should have known that someone like him was taken!  The women in the soap opera I had watched once was right, all the good men in the world are either married or gay.  In this case, he was probably both. 

“Sorry ‘bout that.  Aila hates being alone for too long.”  Ville said as he picked up his cup again, taking another sip before putting it down and resting his chin on his palm, his green eyes staring back at me. 

“Who’s Aila?”  I asked, starting to feel even more jealous.  Ville must have sensed that for his eyes grew larger and he lifted his head from his palm, waving both of his hands in the air in an ‘I’m innocent’ gesture. 

“She’s none of your business, but she isn’t a lover.  Let’s just say she’s family.  Now, I know you’re not here to learn about my personal life.  As you can see, we are married.”  He held out his left hand for me to see the ring that was on his finger, and once again, it looked like it took a shit load of money to buy it. 

“Yeah, well how the hell did that happen?  I don’t need a smart-ass reply either.  I know how getting married works.” 

“Well, I guess the only thing to say is that we were both drunk out of our minds.  Now, I was wondering what was going to happen.  Are we splitting ways, or are we sticking together?”  Shocked, I sat back and tried to think about what he just asked.  Did he want to stay with me or was he being nice?  Then again, he could be in it just for some quick money and a few midnight tumbles. 

“I think that we should just forgive and forget.”  I said, not wanting to go through any un-necessary problems.  The emotions that flickered through his eyes told me quickly that I had said the wrong thing.  Reaching over the table, I tried to grab for his hand, but he just pulled it back. 

“So, that’s all I am to you?  A fun night and you are ganna walk off?”  He snapped.  For some odd reason, I felt sorry for him.  Yeah, I was attracted to him, but that was all.  I didn’t actually have emotional feelings for someone I just met last night.  Then again, maybe I should listen to Missy, for once.  Before I even had the chance to speak my mind, Ville was off and storming down the street. 

I was about to take off but stopped when I saw a waiter glaring at me.  Sighing, I put down a twenty and grabbed his book before heading after him.  It didn’t take much time for he was only walking, but once I reached him, he didn’t respond. 

“Ville?”  Just saying his name made him jump and look up at me with hope in his eyes.  It quickly went away though and he glared back at the ground and kept walking.  It soon dawned on me that he was probably not use to people actually remembering his name.  I was in that position a while ago. 

Thinking that I wouldn’t get lucky again by just calling his name again, I grabbed his wrist, but he just pulled it back.  I sighed and started walking back towards the cafe when I heard my name being called.  Thinking it was Ville; I turned around but saw that he wasn’t there, just a mob of people. 

“Hey, look behind you dumb ass!”  That got me to turn and come face to face with Novak.  Not the number one person I wanted to see, in fact, I didn’t want to see anyone at the moment. 

“What do you want?”  I asked, not one bit happy. 

“I heard that you got married!  Congrats!”  He smiled, clapping me on the back. 

“Well, I-“ 

“No need to be modest!  Nothing personal, but it was kind of awkward being around you without a spouse.  I mean, with all the things we do with our lovers and all.  Glad to see that you have one just don’t mess it up again.”  Novak smiled and walked into the shop, probably off to go find himself a one-day fling. 

“Shit.”  I sighed as I started walking towards the hotel again.  I couldn’t just tell Novak that I didn’t have a lover, for that would make me feel and look stupid.  The only thing close enough to a lover at the moment would be Ville, and he was probably running off to God knows where.  I had to find him though, for I didn’t want to look like some low life that couldn’t find himself a good lover. 

Turning back around, I started sprinting to where I had last seen Ville.  Running around, into, and between people, I looked around frantically for Ville.  Finally, I heard someone crying softly in the alley I was walking by.  Turning towards the alley, I saw Ville sitting on the ground, back pressed against a building. 

“What happened?”  I asked as I ran over, kneeling down besides him.  He looked up and held up an empty wallet, tears leaking from his eyes.  ‘

“S..s..som..some one took m..my money!”  He cried, throwing the empty wallet to the ground and covering his face with his arms.  I felt something tug at my heart as I watched his lithe body shake in front of me, and before I knew it, my arms were wrapped around him and he was sitting in my lap, clutching at my shirt and sobbing into it. 

“I’m sorry Ville, I didn’t mean to make you upset about what I said.”  I cooed.  He looked up at me and smiled softly. 

“It’s alright Bam Bam.”  He smiled and put his head on my chest.  I felt my heart start to beat faster at the contact and smiled. 

“So, are you willing to try out this whole marriage thing?”  I asked, not ever being that good with words.  His head snapped up and he glared at me. 

“Hell no!  You said no, and now that I think about it, I don’t want it either.”  He snapped, pushing himself off of me.  I had to have him though.  I didn’t want my friends to think that I fuck up everything, even though I kind of do.  I need something solid in my life, and I want that thing to be Ville. 

At the moment, the reasons aren’t clear, but Ville did say he had answers to my questions.  When I can actually form a question out of my random thoughts that would make sense, I will ask him.  

“Please Ville, I’ll do anything.”  I plead, causing him to turn around.  He glared at me but shocked me as he started walking back, sitting down next to me again, and pulling out a smoke and lighter from his leather pants.  I had to admit, it amazes me how he could fit that in those tight pants. 

“I can see that this isn’t because you have feelings for me.”  He said as he inhaled some smoke before blowing it out in front of him. 

“Well, I-“ 

“My line of work never has gone this far before, but I am willing to change that for you.  Count yourself lucky, Bam.  I’ll be your ‘husband’ or ‘lover’ if you give me $100.00 a weak.”  My mouth dropped and I stared at him as if he had grown a second head.  Ville turned back to me and cocked a brow as if it was the most normal thing to ask. 

“Why the bloody hell would I give you money to be my husband?” 

“You said anything, and I don’t need your love and comfort.  Those things don’t put food on the table and a roof over your head.  I need money and I honestly hate my job.  You would to if you were doing it.  Also, I got robbed if you don’t recall. 

Now, I won’t be living with you because I have some personal issues I need to work around, but I will be with you when you need me.  Every hour will be another $20.00 added on your check so don’t call me just because you’ re feeling a tad lonely, unless you don’t mind giving me all your money.” 

I was still in shock, but the shock quickly turned to anger and also joy.  Anger due to the fact that I had to pay to have a husband, but joy to the fact that I had convinced him to stay with me.  I didn’t have to be as lonely was I was before, and quite frankly, I didn’t have to worry about giving away a couple extra twenties. 

“Whatever, you need a ride home?”  I asked, standing up.  He smiled and stood up as well.  Before I could leave, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, causing me to tense up for a moment of shock. 

“Thank you Bammie.”  He smiled before taking my hand and leading me to the hotel to get a cab.  So far, all I knew about Ville was that he looked like an angel but was really quite a devil, knew his name, and also the fact that his mood wasn’t stable whatsoever. 

Killing Loneliness, Even if it's just for One Night

Blinding lights, blaring music, shouts, screams and a random chick dressed in hardly anything pressing a beer into my hand was how I was greeted as I walked into the bar that Ryan had rented out for the night.  Looking down at the beer bottle, I started thinking if I should actually drink it.  One was never enough, and I was driving home alone tonight, no Missy to drive me.  Starting sadly at the full and un-opened bottle, I didn't notice anyone was trying to get my attention until I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

"Do you need help, darling?"  A curious, heavily accented voice asked snapping me out of my thoughts.  I looked at the slender hand on my shoulder and was slightly confused.  The hand was feminine, but the voice wasn't.  Turning around, the hand left my shoulder and I came face to face with an angel.  Well, that's what I had thought I was looking at. 

"Nah, I think I've got it.  Thanks though."  I replied, smiling at the beauty before me.  It didn't accrue to me that the person standing in front of me was a man until I got snapped out of my daze as he walked away, a sly sway to his hips.  I mentally slapped myself and turned around, finally spotting the man of the hour, Ryan. 

Making my way over to my dear friend, I couldn't help but glancing behind me, seeing that the man wasn't anywhere in sight.  I turned my head just in time to miss being bulldozed over by a drunken Novak, whom had both of his arms slung around two, in my opinion, very un-attractive, almost whorish women. 

"Dude, it's about time!  This is the person I was talking about."  Ryan said to a couple of people I had never seen before as he pointed at me. 

"Oh, hey Bam.  We've heard a lot about you.  The name's Drake, nice to meet you."  One of the men said as he stuck out his hand.

"Yeah, we've heard a little too much I think.  My name's Rimy."  I shook both of the men's hands, and the names were forgotten just as soon as they were spoken.  There was one name that I wanted to know, and that was of the man I had seen just moments ago.  I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling, but I felt as if we would be seeing another soon.  Well, then again, we probably would due to it being a party and he is probably one of Ryan's friends that he would introduce to me sooner or later. 

"Hey, I saw you talking to my friend earlier, he didn't bother you did he?  He's known for putting people in very sticky and un-comfortable situations."  The man, I think Rimy, said, snatching my attention from the crowd of people dancing to the blaring music. 

"He's your friend?"  I asked, forgetting about the last part of what he had told me.  The fact that he was a friend of Rimy was now a good reason to get closer to Rimy.  I don't even know if I'm talking to Rimy.  He could be Drake for all I know and care, but now, I want to know him more now. 

"Yeah, he didn't do anything to you did he?  He tends to be a little too friendly at times."  The man said, shaking his head as he stared off at the dancing floor.  I looked at what he was staring at and saw that it was the angel that I had seen earlier.  I felt my throat close up and I couldn't take my eyes off of the man. 

Standing on the outskirts of the dancing pit was a very board looking man that had tight leather pants that seemed to be his second layer of skin.  The pants were clinging very low on his feminine hips and a deep red dress shirt clung to his upper half. 

I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him.  I wasn't gay, but maybe on the borderlines of bi.  After Jenn, I had started taking an interest in men.  I thought if I just slept with some here and there my hunger for being with men would die, but it gradually got stronger and stronger.  Eventually, I had thought I was turning gay, but then Missy came around.  She was beautiful, and in no time we were married.  Still, there was that lust for being with a man, but it was fainter when Missy was around. 

"Looks like it came back."  I mumbled to myself, taking a sip of the beer that I had now opened. 

"What did you say?"  The man asked. 

"Rimy, don't poke and prod him, can't you see that he is trying to have a good drink?  He doesn't need someone like you to keep asking him questions."  Drake barked at his friend.  I smiled and said that I didn't mind, and I had said nothing of importance. 

"Well, you still haven't answered my question.  Has he done something to you that I need to talk to him about?  He isn't here to advertise for his job."  The smaller man said, looking up at Bam.  Bam shook his head and Rimy seemed to relax. 

"What's his job?"  I asked, now curious.  How could anyone advertise for their job here in this club?

"That's not your place to be telling him Rimy."  Drake warned, having Rimy slouch a little. 

"If you really want to know, go and ask him.  I'm sure he will be more then willing to tell and show someone like you."  Drake smiled.  I cocked a brow, clearly confused at what Drake was saying. 

"Well, go on dude!  Have fun, go and meet some new people.  Maybe you can share a bed tonight, eh?"  Ryan said, pushing me towards the man that I had started drooling over again.  Shaking my head urgently, I turned and faced Ryan who was grinning like mad. 

"I-I-I can't."  I said, trying to think of an excuse off the top of my head.  Usually, I could fall back onto Missy being the reason, but now that she was gone I could tell that my life wasn't going to be the same.  Kind of sad how I started realizing that now. 

"And why not?  Missy's not here going to slap you silly for sleeping with one hell of a good looking Finn, now is she?"  Rimy asked.  It now occurred to me that Ryan probably did say too much to his two friends before I got there.  He probably let it loose that I was interested in guys and that I had just came from a dead stop marriage.  I'll get him back later, but now I had to think about how to get out of talking to this leather clad God that was standing not too far away from me. 

"I don't know.  I'm not interested in guys anymore."  I was usually a good liar, but when Ryan was the person I was lying to, he always caught me in the act.  Ryan proved that he knew I was lying by rolling his eyes and sighing, putting his hand on my shoulder. 

"Bam, it's not like you'll ever see him again.  It's just one night, have fun.  From what I have heard about him, he's very friendly."  Ryan winked as he started pushing me towards the man. 

"What's his name?"  I asked as I looked over my shoulder as Ryan pushed me, trying to make eye contact with my friend. 

"Ville."  A deep voice said from in front of me.  I froze in my spot, and if it weren't for Ryan still having his hands on my shoulders, I would have fallen over in shock.  Slowly turning my head, I looked at the man's face.  I hadn't noticed before, but he was wearing a pair of sheik sunglasses, a pretty smart idea due to the lights that kept blinding you. 

I turned my head and Ryan winked at me before pushing me more towards the man after he had whispered 'Have fun, but do be quiet.  Don't want the kiddies to hear you two!' then turning to walk off towards a grinning Drake and laughing Rimy.  Looking back at the angel in front of me, I noticed that he had a sly grin on his face.  He had probably heard what Ryan had said. 

"Take care of him!"  Ryan yelled over the blaring music, causing Ville's grin to widen. 

"Don't worry, I will."  Ville murmured, winking at me as he rested a hand on my shoulder, making me realize how close we were standing together.  I smiled up at him nervously, feeling my stomach start to role as he placed his other hand on my other shoulder and started to sway his hips. 

"Looks like you finally got that thing opened."  Ville said, looking down at my right hand that was holding my half empty bottle, the other hand had found its way on Ville's waist, moving with as he swayed. 

"Yeah, it seemed to open its self and it was too tempting not to drink any."  I said, causing the other man to have a hiccup of a laugh to escape his lips.  It shocked me on how much that sound made me want to hear it again.  It was the sweetest thing I had ever heard, and I could tell that it was genuine.  That, and the fact that he moved one of his hands from my shoulders to cover his mouth, clearly embarrassed. 

"Don't do that."  I said, grabbing his hand with mine and taking it away from his lips, my thumb accidentally brushing against his full bottom lip.  I brought our hands down to our wastes and held onto his, starting to sway to the music like he was doing. 

"Why not?  It's embarrassing."  He said, looking down at the ground, his curly hair falling over his glasses.  I sighed and used my index finger of the hand that was holding my beer and tilted his chin up to look at me. 

"It's cute, that's why."  I smiled causing him to as well. 

"Thank you, darling."  Ville smiled, swaying their locked hands.  I grinned and lowered his hand that was holding his drink, bringing it around Ville's lithe form.  I noticed how Ville shivered slightly as my beer bottle slid against his ass, and I had to admit that it made something in me start to burn. 

"Yo, Bam!  We're gana be going around New York, you coming?"  Ryan yelled, causing me to be brought back to reality.  I looked at Ville who stared sadly back at me with hope in his eyes.  Even though I would have loved to stay with him, I couldn't pass up Ryan on his birthday. 

"Sorry."  I whispered and let go of him and turning around, walking towards Ryan and his two other friends.  I looked back and saw Ville just standing there, looking down at the ground.  I felt like I was looking at a five-year-old boy who was lost at the mall, waiting in vain for his parents to find him.  I pushed the feeling away and looked back to Ryan who was talking with Drake and Rimy. 

"Hey."  I said, feeling something tugging me, wanting me to go back to Ville. 

"Hey, you ready?"  Ryan asked.  I nodded my head and we started walking towards the door before Drake grabbed my arm and tugged me to the side. 

"I think that Bam has forgotten something."  He stated, causing me to give a puzzled expression before he nodded his head over towards Ville who was then talking to another man.  The sight made something in me burn, but for a different reason then before. 

"Be right back."  I growled, causing myself to slightly jump at the tone.  I looked up at Drake and saw him grinning down at me, and it was the first time I realized that he was a good five inches taller then me.  Now that I thought harder about him, he started becoming more attractive, but no one was better then my prize, and currently, my prize was being taken away from me by some dumb ass that thought he could take it. 

Turning my attention back to Ville and the other man, I felt my jaw set into a clenched state, one that meant business, as I got closer.  Ville was now holding a beer, looking quite board as the other man jabbered away to him.  Ville and the other man didn't seem to notice as I walked up to them, and the other man put his arms around Ville's neck, causing Ville to slightly jump.  That had caused a great rush of relief and joy course through me as I watched what was going on in front of my eyes.  In fact, I almost laughed, but held it in. 

"So, why don't we go do something more entertaining?  You can't honestly be having fun just dancing."  The man said, leaning in towards Ville, and I could tell that under his glasses his eyes had winded two sizes bigger due to his jaw dropping in horror. 

"Oh, there you are, my love."  I said, making sure that the other man heard the 'my' part of my sentence.  If he didn't hear that part, he must have gotten it when I batted his hands off of Ville's waist and pulled his lithe form back into mine, reveling in his touch.  Ville leaned his head back against my shoulder and looked up at me, a large smile forming on his lips as he pressed a kiss to the side of my jaw. 

"Hello, darling.  I was getting so lonely."  Ville pouted, wrapping his arms around my neck as his back pressed more against my stomach. 

"Oh, really?  Looked like he was keeping you company."  I sneered, glaring over at the other man who was glaring back at me.  Ville took his arms away from me and turned around so that he was facing me.  He wrapped his arms back around my neck and pulled me close, once again leaving me with a weird feeling in my stomach. 

"Baby, are you jealous?"  He asked, grinning down at me.  I scoffed and tilted my head up so that I spoke in his ear, loud enough so that the other man heard. 

"No, at least I'm the one that makes you scream late at night my name.  That's all I could ever ask."  I grinned, looking around Ville to see the man turn around and walk off, clearly pissed. 

"Thanks, darling."  Ville smiled, looking over his shoulder when he saw a grin come to my face. 

"Any time."  I said, unwrapping one of my arms from his waist but keeping the other one there, turning around slightly causing Ville to un-wrap his arms from my neck and causing a small whimper come from his lips. 

"Why did you come back?"  He asked, putting his hands on my arm that was pulling him against me. 

"Your friend Drake reminded me that I had forgotten something, and I needed to get it before we left."  I simply stated, starting to walk forward, bringing Ville with me.  His face scrunched into a curious expression causing me to laugh. 

"What did you forget?  When I first saw you come in, you had nothing?" 

"I forgot something that I just found."  I said, replaying the words in my head.  It didn't really make that much sense, but I went with it.  The beer was clearly coming into affect, and I had only had one bottle.  I was becoming a puss. 

"Oh.  I see.  Well, do you really have to leave?  Why can't you have fun with me instead of your friends?"  He pouted, tightening his hold on my arm. 

"I am going to have fun with you, for you are the object that I had forgotten."  I smiled up at Ville when he had stopped walking.  He looked down at me and grinned, kissing me on the cheek.

"Well, let the games begin."  He grinned and I laughed, walking us both over to Ryan, Drake, and Rimy who were waiting outside of the club by a limo. 

"Who's ready for a night to remember?"  Ryan asked, making everyone cheer.  We all piled into the limo, Ville taking a seat on my lap, and Ryan passed around some drinks.  I wrapped both of my arms around Ville's waist and he snuggled into my chest, his head leaning against my shoulder. 

"Party time."  I grinned as Ville pressed a kiss to my chin, warmth spreading around my body as I pulled him even closer to me causing him to let me hear his adorable and dorky laugh. 

~X~

Things started becoming rather blurry and I didn't know if the things that were doing on around me were real or if I was just passed out at home due to another night of heavy drinking.  Every thing started becoming more entertaining and fun, but it started looking more and more like a very good dream.  If it was just a dream, I never wanted it to end. 

Ville and I were standing on an armrest, our lower halves of our body under the roof of the limo as our upper halves were poking through the opened large sunroof.  My arms were around Ville and his were held up towards the heavens as the night air moved through our hair. 

He then moved his hands lower so that they were outstretched at his side, striking a pose that Rose did from Titanic.  I laughed with him and copied his pose, stretching mine out as well.  He turned his head and smiled at me as he laughed, causing me to melt.  No one had ever had this affect on me in just a few hours, and that fact alone was what made this more like a dream then reality. 

Ville lowered his arms and turned fully around, tripping over his feat and falling into my chest, making my back hit the back of the sunroof.  He laughed harder as the beer that was in one of my hands spilled over the roof of the limo, splattering on the car that was driving behind us.  I didn't care though, and I threw the bottle off the side of the limo, hearing a faint crash as it hit the road and a curse from the people behind us. 

I didn't really care however, for the way Ville was looking at me caused my brain to shut down and my heart to skip multiple beats.  He then pressed his palms to my chest, and I suddenly felt the want to rip off my shirt that was keeping his hands from my skin.  I do know that when he kissed my lips, my heart stopped.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer as his tongue found its way into my mouth and started a game with my own. 

I felt a growl come from deep in my chest, and it seemed to make Ville wild as he moved his hands up to my hair, tugging at my curls to bring me closer to him.  I let my hands go under his shirt and travel up his back, loving the texture of his skin. 

"Hey, lover boy!  Keep your pants on for a few more minutes and come into this club!"  Ryan shouted up at us.  I groaned and pulled away, causing Ville to whimper and stick out his lower lip in a pout, resting his head against my shoulder and pressing his lips to my neck softly. 

I looked down to see that the limo was parked and that Rimy and Drake were already running towards the doors of the newfound club.  I whimpered, but pushed Ville back from me and kissed him on the lips before un-wrapping his arms from my neck and mine from his waist.  I ducked down from the sunroof and moved out of the way as Ville followed, getting out of the limo before I did. 

I wrapped my arms back around his waist and urged him forward as he pressed his back against mine and interlocked our fingers together.  When we walked in, we were welcomed with the smell of many kinds of alcohol, sweat, and blearing music with blinding lights. 

"Damn, all the clubs here are the same."  I groaned as the music started to make my head ache in protest.  Ryan led us over to the bar table and we all ordered some drinks, causing my headache to become more dull and my mind more blurry.  I felt Ville press sweet kisses to my neck as I lifted my drink up to my lips, tasting the whiskey as it made a burning path in my throat. 

"Let's dance Bam Bam."  Ville murmured against my neck, causing Ryan to start laughing.  Ville and I both looked over at my friend who was staring back at us, tears in his eyes from his laughing. 

"Bam doesn't dance!"  He said, choking on his laughter.  Ville grinned and brought his free hand down to my backside, rubbing it slowly.

"We'll see about that."  He said, looking back down at me and giving me a grin that made my blood heat up and my throat to go dry.  I downed the rest of my drink and he led me out to the dance floor.  That's when everything turned blurry, and I could only get snippets out of what was happening. 

One moment, we were dancing and singing to the music as he bounced around like bunnies on crank.  The next, my tongue was down his throat and his hands were under my shirt and on my stomach.  I vaguely heard Rimy yelling at me to stop trying to take Ville's pants off, and I started regaining some kind of mind process as my hands were grazing against his pubic line.  After that, things were a blur, and after what seemed like only a few seconds, I was in a random room and Ville was withering under me, sweat running off of our now naked bodies as we slipped against another.  He gasped my name and an unbelievable pleasure was coursing through my body. 

All the sudden, we were getting dressed hurriedly as Rimy's voice was yelling at us to get our asses out so that we could go to another club.  Your laughter was the only thing I could hear until we were once again in the limo, you on top of me as you attacked my neck with your mouth, my hands running up and down your back.  A sudden yell and you being jerked off me and I'm rushing out of the car and wrapping my arms around you as you are being dragged into another club by Rimy, who was saying something about us actually keeping our pants on for more then fifteen minutes. 

I don't know how long we had lasted, but once again, I found myself on the receiving end of pleasure this time.  He was hovering over me and his eyes were full of something I couldn't place, and Ville whispered apologize in my ear as I cried out in pain, but it soon subsided to a pleasure I had never felt before.  After a few minutes, a blinding pleasure erupted around me just as I heard a door open.  I turned my head and looked over to see Ryan and Rimy both laughing and staring at us. 

"Having fun boys?"  Rimy asked.  Time seemed to leap forward, and Ville and I were both clothed and walked around a jewelry shop.  A sudden feeling of excitement flooded through me as I heard Ville start talking happily and excitedly about something.  I don't really remember what he said, even though it was only a few seconds ago, but it left me with hope and happiness. 

Laughter and a few words seemed to drag me back to a somewhat sober state.  I looked around my surroundings and realized that I was not at any club and I wasn't at the jewelry shop anymore.  Ville was standing in front of me, and he was beaming down at me.  I got lost in his eyes, and the alcohol seemed to kick me back into a deep dark haze, causing me not to hear anything that was going on but the words that left Ville and my lips. 

"I do." 

"I do."

Broken Angel

I will never forget the day when I first met my broken angel.  It was a winter that was colder then any other before, apparently due to ‘Global Warming’.  Christmas was just a few weeks away, and already the excitement was pumping through my, at the time, young veins.  Having been eighteen at the time, I was quite stupid and reckless.  I had decided to take a trip out to the woods by the park that was only a few blocks away.  I had thought that I knew the woods well enough, so I decided to go deeper in then I usually did.  Due to that poor mistake, it lead to the greatest discovery of my life.  One that changed my life for the better, not the worse. 

~X~

“Remember, 5:30!  Don’t be late!”  My mother yelled from the kitchen as I sprinted outside, bundled up in my winter clothes with my friends Ryan, Raab, and Dico trailing behind. 

“Kay mom!”  I yelled back as Ryan lagged a few feet behind, having closed the door due to my mother yelling at him to.  We made our way through the piling snow, finding it quite easy since there was hardly an inch on the ground.  Knowing there would be more later, we had decided to run out now so it wouldn’t be too hard to make our way around. 

“Fuck!”  Dico yelled, having already slipped on a patch of ice.  Raab laughed as he continued following me, Ryan, again, lagging behind to help Dico up.  I looked up at the sky, blinking my eyes a couple of times due to the brightly shining sun and a few snowflakes hitting my lashes.  It sure was a good day to get out before the storm really kicked in and we would be locked inside for most of the winter. 

Once I turned the corner, I stopped and bent over, putting my hands on my knees as I caught my breath and waited for Ryan and Dico to catch up to Raab and myself.  Raab leaned on me, his hand resting on my back.  I knew what was coming next, but even though I had knowledge of the near future, that didn’t stop it from happening, for Raab was too fast.  My ass connected with the cold hard snow covered sidewalk, and Raab was bent over laughing. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, very mature Raab.”  I said, standing up and whipping off the snow that stuck to my now cold backside.  Looking up, I saw Dico and Ryan running up the street, finally stopping in front of us. 

“So, where are we going?”  Dico asked, trying to regain his breath like the rest of us were doing.

“I don’t know, how about the park?  We can go walking through the woods again and try to find our old tree house.  I think I left something there from the last time we went.”  I suggested, trying to remember exactly what it was I had left there.  It was probably nothing, but it was a good excuse to go to the shack we had found five years ago. 

“Sounds good to me.”  Ryan said, Raab and Dico nodding their heads in agreement. 

“I think I might have left something over there as well.”  Raab said, starting to walk.  We all followed him in a line. 

“What did you leave, your virginity?”  Dico laughed, causing the rest of us, besides Raab who was glaring, to laugh. 

“Very funny.”  He humphed, crossing his arms. 

“So, are you all staying for dinner?”  I asked, already knowing the answer.  Raab would probably be having dinner with one of his many flings; Dico would probably be having it with Ryan and his family, leaving me friendless and lonely.  Well, I wouldn’t really be lonely.  I would have Ape, Phil, Jess, Jess’s friends, Jess’s girlfriend and his friend’s girlfriends, and my cat.  Still, I felt lonely.  On days like this, it seemed that everyone had someone but me. 

As I had predicted, they all explained why they couldn’t.  They did it as nicely as possible, but I could still feel a pain run through my heart.  No one wanted to be with me it seemed.  Then again, who would?  I didn’t know when to shut up, I was always moving around, never still, and I was obnoxious as hell. 

I shrugged off their replies as if they didn’t affect me in the slightest.  Looking up, trying to get the misery out of my thoughts, I saw that we were across the street from the park.  A smile broke on my face and I started to run to it. 

“Last one there is buying drinks for next Friday!”  I yelled as I sprinted to the park, knowing that I would probably be the first there.  Jumping over a bench, I ran to the swings and shoved off the piling snow on one of the seats as I took a seat, watching as my friends pushed and shoved another to get there before the other.  Finally, the pushing seemed to stop once Dico fell to the ground once again, and Raab and Ryan left another, not really caring who got there first any more since Dico was knocked out of the competition. 

I laughed as they took the two swings next to me, Raab starting to pump his legs to get higher as Ryan just rocked back and forth lazily.  Finally, Dico walked up to us and put his hands on his knees, dusting off the snow that had stuck to them when he had fallen. 

“’Bout time.”  Raab laughed, causing Dico to stand up again and glare at him. 

“If it wasn’t for someone who decided it would be fun to throw a stick at me, I would have been here before you, dip shit.”  Dico huffed; causing all of us, mind Dico, to break out laughing. 

“Well, it’s almost 4:50, I think we should get going.”  I said, getting off the swing after Ryan hopped off.  We made our way over to the woods as we talked about what pranks we were going to do to our teachers and classmates when school started again in five days. 

“Well, I think we should take it easy on the paint, I don’t know how much more Mr. Jenko can take.  Last time he almost suspended me!”  Raab whined. 

“And that is a bad thing because?”  Dico asked, earning a push from Raab, almost making Dico fall for his third time. 

“I think we should split up.”  I informed them, seeing a fight about to start.  They all agreed, the previous words that were spoken soon forgotten.  We all made sure that everyone had a cell phone that was actually charged, and of course, Raab didn’t.  Deciding that he would be coming with me, Dico and Ryan went with another first into the woods and we followed, going the opposite way that they went. 

~X~

“Where the fucking hell are we going?”  I asked in frustration as we found ourselves face to face with a frozen over lake. 

“I don’t know, it’s not like me made a map or something the last time we went there.”  Raab groaned as we stared at the frozen expanse of land. 

“We can always try to walk over it.”  He suggested making me stare at him wide eyed. 

“Did Novak give you some of his goods, or have you simply lost it?”  I asked, causing Raab to stick out his tongue at me.  I sighed, knowing that he was just speaking what was on his mind.  Everyone who knew him knew that he tended to say the stupidest of things. 

“Well, why don’t we just go around it?  I’m sure that there is a path, and if there isn’t, we’ll make one.”  I said, already walking.  Raab just sighed and walked up besides me.  After what seemed like hours, even though it was just a minute or two, I groaned in annoyance once gain. 

“Why don’t we just take a break?”  Raab suggested, walking over to a tree stump, not caring about the snow that was already on it.  I shrugged and walked up next to the stump.  I took another step and tripped over an old tree root, causing me to lose my balance and fall flat on my back. 

“Fuck.”  I muttered, about to push up but Raab yelped when I was about to. 

“Don’t move you’re on a hill.”  He whispered, as if the hill would give way and make me fall if he spoke louder. 

“Puss.”  I muttered and pushed up which caused the snow below me to give way and I started to fall back.  I heard a cry from Raab as I felt by whole body start to descend down the hill, causing a frightened yelp to come from my lips. 

“Bam!” 

“Raab!”  We both yelled simultaneously, calling the others name as I continued to tumble down the snow-covered hill.  It was hard to tell exactly how steep and big it was while I was rolling down, and also there was so much snow that it looked like a never ending fall.  I could tell that it was pretty steep by the speed that I was picking up and how an occasional bump in the hill caused me to go flying in the air until I crashed painfully.

Finally, through my pain clouded mind, I felt the ground becoming more even and my rolling started slowing down a bit. 

Bruises were taking form all over my body, and I was probably bleeding in many places due to some of the bushes I hit on the way down.  I felt my body hit another hill and soar over the ground.  When I crashed this time, my head hit something awfully hard, causing my vision to start to go.  I did notice that I wasn’t rolling anymore.  Opening my eyes, I tilted my head and then froze.  Staring back at me were the most beautiful green eyes that I had ever seen, but shortly after seeing them, blackness took over my vision. 

Late

Tapping my fingers on the wheel, I glared at yet another red light that I had the pleasure of running into.  My watch beeped once again, telling me that it was the time that I should have been at Ryan’s house, but yet, I was stopped in a large line of traffic.  I lightly placed my head on the top of the wheel and sighed, knowing that it would be another twenty minutes before I actually reached the halfway mark, then it would be another forty, thirty if I was lucky. 

“God damn.”  I groaned as my phone started vibrating and ringing in my pocket of my baggy jeans.  Flipping it open, I didn’t even get the chance to say hello before Ryan’s angry voice yelled at me through the phone. 

“Where the fuck are you?  Don’t you understand how important today is?”  I felt a shift, knowing that my day had just gone from bad to horrible, horrible to fucked up.  Running a hand through my un-brushed curls, I glared at the car in front of me; as if it was their fault the light wasn’t changing. 

“Look, Dunn, I-“ 

“No Bam, you’re not sorry.  Even if you were, you aren’t as sorry as you should be.  You are probably stuck in traffic, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, and-“ 

“Bam!  EVERY ONE knows that you should leave the house before rush hour.  What were you doing at home?  Mopping around the house because you can’t get your life together?”  I knew that Ryan didn’t mean a single thing he was saying, well, at least the last sentence he just said.  He was just a little hot headed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t snap back, for it had royally pissed me off. 

“Well, I’m sorry that your friend is such a fuck up and can’t seem to keep a girl around for more then a month.”  I know that my words cut down deep, for I heard a sigh, also known as the beginning of apologies. 

“Look, Bam, I didn’t mean-“ 

“I know, save it.  I should have left long ago.  I’m sorry, it’s just...I don’t know.”  I mumbled, not knowing how to finish my thoughts.  After Missy had left, it had turned my world around.  We had known another since high school, and all the sudden, she was out of my life, for good.  I would lie to say it didn’t hurt. 

“Well, just get here as soon as you can.  I have a lot of friends here that would love to meet you.  And Bam, I’m really sorry.  Maybe you will meet someone here.”  Ryan suggested.  I could tell that he was trying to make me happier, but it just stung even more.  I wouldn’t be going to my friends birthday get together with my lovely wife anymore.  Maybe it’s for the best thought.  We had been both suffocating another. 

“I don’t know about finding someone knew, but I’ll defiantly be there.  See you soon.”  I said and closed the phone, lightly tapping at the accelerator as the light turned green.  Once I had enough space, I moved to the next lane and sped down the highway, getting a lot of dirty looks from the drivers as I sped by. 

Teach Me

“Ville” Bam smiled, kissing Ville softly.  He grinned, pulling Bam into his lap, causing the younger man to laugh. 

“Yes BamBam?  Ville replied, moving some of the unruly hair from the American’s eyes. 

“Do we still have to study?  Can’t we just play?”  Bam pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.  Ville grinned and kissed him softly. 

“You will never get better if you don’t.”  Ville replied, kissing Bam’s neck. 

“But I don’t want to anymore!”  Bam wined, wrapping his arms and legs around Ville.  Ville placed his hands on Bam’s hips and helped him on his lap. 

“I didn’t say that you would be doing that kind of studying, did I?”  Ville asked, causing Bam to grin when he knew what the Finn was thinking. 

“Ville.”  Bam sighed.  Then, out of no ware, Bam slapped Ville’s face, causing the Finn to open his then closed eyes and put his hand to his burning face. 

“What was that for BamBam?”  Ville grinned, thinking Bam was starting to play his own game.  Bam hit his face again, and then started shaking his shoulders. 

666End of Dream666

“Holly Fuck!  You sick asshole!”  Jonne screamed, causing Ville to jolt up, only to find Jonne sitting on his lap. 

“What the hell are you doing on my lap?”  Ville cried, pushing Jonne off him.  Jonne groaned as he fell on his back on the ground.  Ville noticed that he was still on the teacher’s desk.  Looking down at a traumatized Jonne, Ville cocked a brow, wanting an explanation from the blonde Finn. 

“I was TRYING to wake you up.  Now, a question for you.  Why the hell did, never mind, DO you have a bonner?  Ville looked down at his pants and his eyes grew two times larger.  Staring still at his bonner, a soft blush started forming on his cheeks, causing Jonne to burst out laughing. 

“Looks like Ville is having naughty dreams again!  Tell me, who is it this time?  Miege?  Linde?  Me?”  Jonne laughed, tears forming in his eyes.  Ville glared down at him, but the blonde Finn didn’t seem to notice. 

“It was none of you guys.”  Ville mumbled, getting off the desk.  He walked over to his guitar and picked it up, putting it in its case. 

“Then who?  Is it Jussi?  I saw the way you were looking at another three nights ago.”  Jonne pressed, causing Ville to sigh in annoyance.  There was no way to lie to Jonne, and it would eventually come out.  Ville seemed to always speak the truth when he was drunk, so Jonne would probably just spike one of his drinks to get the facts. 

“It was Bam.” 

“Oooh!  Who’s Bam?”  Is he a new demon?  Angel?  Sin?  I should have known it wasn’t someone I knew!  You wouldn’t have blushed!  Oooh, you must really be attracted to Bam!” 

“He isn’t any of the things you listed.”  Ville said, knowing that Jonne would eventually find out.  He just wanted to keep him guessing a little longer for the fun of it. 

“Alright.  So, if he’s not anyone I know, or any of those kind of people, then he must be....a Goddess with a male’s name!”  Jonne said snapping his fingers. 

“No, that’s not it.”  Ville laughed.  The last time Ville had been attracted to a woman was over 100 years ago.  He wasn’t gay, he was Bi, but tended to lean towards the men more then the women. 

“You’re right.  You haven’t liked a women for a while.”  Jonne said, his smile turning into a frown.  While Jonne was thinking, Ville looked around the room, seeing if there was anything that he was missing.  Seeing that he had packed away everything, Ville smiled and looked at the clock. 

His smile turned into a panicked look, and he gasped in shock.  The bell had rung fifteen minutes ago, and he had slept through it.  It must have been the phone in his dream that had ringed.  It had been a very obnoxious phone, and he now knew why. 

“Fuck.”  Ville hissed, grabbing his things and running towards the door. 

“Where the hell are you going?”  Jonne asked, running after him, picking up some of the things that Ville was dropping. 

“”I’m supposed to be meeting someone and I’m fifteen minutes late!”  Ville cried, running to the room Bam had told him to go to.

“Who?”  Jonne asked, catching up to Ville.  Ville was never the best runner, so it didn’t take to long for Jonne to come up besides him.

“You’ll see.”  Ville replied, feeling his lungs start to burn.  Coming up to the room, Ville slammed the door open.  Opening his eyes after trying to regain his breath, Vile noticed that there were at least twenty students sitting down with pencils in their hands, and papers in front of them.  Also, the teacher, looking like she just came out of a princess book, due to her dress that had a shit load of sparkles, was staring with wide eyes at Ville. 

“Can I help you?”  She asked, standing up from her seat and walking over to Ville and Jonne, who was standing outside the door, trying to peak in. 

“Didn’t school end fifteen minutes ago?”  Ville asked, still staring at the students. 

“No, why do you ask?”  She asked, now standing right in front of Ville with a stern look on her face.

“Didn’t the bell ring?”  Ville asked, completely confused. 

“Look, I know this is my first year teaching, but you don’t have to give me such a hard time.  What class did you come from?” 

“I’m not a student, I am the guest speaker teaching about The Seven Deadly Sins for Mr. Cullen’s classes.”  Ville laughed, watching the women’s face turn from a stern one too an embarrassed one. 

“Oh!  I am so sorry.  Mr. Cullen hasn’t fixed his clock.  Its twenty-five minutes late.  That reminds me, class, you have eight minutes left.  Five for the test.  Keep up the good work.”  She smiled, and looked back at Ville. 

“That would explain a lot.”  Ville laughed.  Maybe the phone ring in his dream really was just part of his dream. 

“So, was there something you wanted?”  The teacher asked.

“I’m sure you didn’t just want to tell me that school was over.”  She laughed.  Ville smiled and nodded. 

“Bam’s mother wanted me to give him some tickets for the CKY concert.  That’s all.  She won’t be at home, and she didn’t want his friends to take them and lose them.”  Ville smiled. 

“Oh, well, he is in the back.”  She said, pointing to the one student who was looking at his test with a blank stare. 

“Thank you.”  Ville said, and walked over to the younger man who was staring at the test, willing it to write the answers itself.  Jonne, however, stayed by the door, shaking his head in disapproval at how Bam was.  It wasn’t because Jonne had feelings for Ville, because he didn’t.  He wasn’t jealous.  It was because Bam was a human.  Humans and Sins never worked greatly with another. 

“Hello sweetheart.”  Ville whispered in Bam’s ear, causing the younger man to slightly jump and look up at him with large, shocked eyes.  Seeing that it was Ville, Bam smiled and laughed. 

“Hey Ville!  You scared me.”  Bam whispered, smiling as Ville sat down on his desk, smiling back at him. 

“Are you ready?”  Ville asked, already knowing the answer.
 
“I’m always ready.”  Bam smiled, not knowing what those words had triggered in Ville.  Ville noticed however, and tried to think of things that would tame his ‘little friend’ down below. 

“Good.”  Ville replied, getting off the desk and having Bam follow him to the door. 

“Bam, you know the rules.”  The teacher said, staring at him. 

“His mother wanted me to take him home so he wouldn’t get in trouble.”  Ville replied. 

“Then who is he?”  She asked, pointing at Jonne. 

“I’m Bam’s cousin from Finland.”  Jonne smiled at the women. 

“Haven’t seen him for years, so he is coming home early.  You know, so we can catch up a little.” 

“Oh.  Alright then.”  She said, seeing how they only had five minutes left before the bell rang. 

The three men walked out of the room and walked towards the doors that led out of the school.  Jonne gave some of the things back to Ville that he had dropped.  Just as they came to the sidewalk, they heard the bell ring and a whole commotion break loose in the school. 

“Thank God we got out now.  It’s like a mosh-pit in there when the bell rings.”  Bam laughed. 

“Speaking of mosh-pits, your mom really did get you some tickets to the CKY concert.”  Ville said, grabbing them out of his coat pocket. 

“What do you mean ‘really’?  And how did you get them?” 

“That was my excuse for bursting into class like a crazy man, and your mom came by the school and gave them to me.  Apparently, you have told you a lot about me.  One day and you seem to know a lot.”  Ville smiled as Bam blushed.  Then, Bam started laughing. 

“You thought that you were late didn’t you?  You were probably sleeping and then saw the clock!”  Bam laughed, Jonne laughing as well. 

“You should have seen his face as he looked at the clock!”  Jonne said, laughing even harder with Bam. 

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.  Which way do we go?”  Ville asked, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk. 

“This way.”  Bam said, walking past hi, going up the sidewalk.  Ville quickened his pace so that he was walking with Bam, Jonne lacking behind due to still having most of the things Ville had dropped. 

666

I’m home!”  Bam yelled as they walked through the two very large doors to his house.  Jonne couldn’t help but start to explore the house.  Walking away from Ville and Bam, Jonne went over and looked at a very cute lamp that was placed besides a very comfortable looking couch. 

“Are your friends here as well?”  Ape called from the kitchen. 

“Yep!”  Bam said, an evil grin coming to his face.  Sure, Ville and Jonne were somewhat his friends, but he knew whom his mother was talking about.  He heard something being dropped, and then very quick footsteps approaching them. 

“Oh please don’t let them break my new lamp!”  Ape yelled, finally coming into the room, her apron disheveled like her hair.  Then a blush came to her ace as she saw whom it was. 

“Hello again Mrs. Margera.”  Ville smiled, walking away from Bam, taking Ape’s hand, and bringing it to his lips.  He kissed it softly and put it down, making Ape blush. 

“Long time no see.”  Ape smiled at Ville.  She prayed to God that if Ville really was one of Bam’s friends, that he would become a good one.  Ville didn’t look like the kind of person who would destroy everything.  That’s what Ape liked about him.  There was also the small chance that Bam would do less crazy things if Ville became a good friend of his. 

“That’s Jonne over there.”  Ville said, pointing over at his blonde friend, who was still looking at the lamp.  Jonne looked over at Ville and Ape when he heard his name, and walked over. 

“I love your lamp.  Where did you get it?”  Jonne asked.  Jonne loved any thing that sparkled, and the lamp had glitter all over it. 

“Oh, I got it in New York.  I went this morning.  My art class thought that it would be a good place to get some inspiration and to have a change of scenery.  I thought that I wouldn’t be home in time for you guys, but it looks like I was wrong.” 

“Well, it looks like I should start helping Bam with his school work.  I will see you soon Mrs. Margera.”  Ville smiled, nodding her a goodbye and walking over to Bam. 

Bam grinned and picked up his bag, leading the way to his room.  Jonne stayed behind with Ape, for he had hated schoolwork when he had to do it.  That was around 600 years ago, but he still had horrible dreams about multiplying, the different parts of the human body, and most of all...spelling. 

666

“Ville, do we still have to study>?  I’m board.”  Bam whined, putting his head in Ville’s lap, looking up at the Finn.  Ville smiled, thinking about his dream in the classroom and how it seemed to repeat it.  Well, besides something’s here and there.  Such as, Bam and Ville weren’t doing things that Ville wanted them to be doing. 

“You will never get better if you don’t.  Ville said, flipping a page in the Math book he was holding. 

“I know...Can’t we go out for dinner or something?  Watch a movie?  Do ANYTHING but this?”  Bam asked.  Once again, Ville felt something stir, and prayed to whoever heard him, that he wouldn’t get a bonner when Bam’s head was on his lap.  The thought of Bam’s face in his lap didn’t help what so ever, so he knew there was only one thing to do. 

“Fine, what do you want to do?  Ville asked.  Bam instantly sat up and turned around to look at the Finnish man. 

“Let’s go get something to eat!”  Bam smiled, standing up and offering his hand to Ville.  The Finn smiled and took Bam’s hand and stood up as well.  They both forgot to let go of the others hand, and they walked out of Bam’s room. 

Walking down the stares, Jonne looked up at them from the book he was reading.  He cocked a brow, seeing that Bam and Ville were holding hands, but shrugged it off.  Ville had always been very affectionate.  Also, if Bam was the person Ville had dreamed about, of course Ville would be holding hands with him!  Even if Bam didn’t know about Ville’s feelings towards him. 

Still not knowing that they were holding hands, Bam and Ville made their way to one of Bam’s favorite restaurants.  It was a farley large place, and it was also one of the most popular restaurants in West Chester. 

Walking in, Bam and Ville got many stares, and they still didn’t know why.  Walking over to a man that was standing behind a podium, Bam asked for a table. 

“Of course., one just opened up.”  The man said, looking down at their hands that were intertwined.  He shrugged it off.  He had seen practically any kind of couple in his ten years of working at the restaurant, and the gay ones were probably one of the most normal. 

666

Ville and Bam were now walking out of the restaurant after Bam had paid for their food and drinks.  They weren’t holding hands anymore, and t hey still dint’ know that they had been before.  They were too caught up in talking that they didn’t realize that they hadn’t been alone at the restraint.  To them, it felt like they were the only people.  They had forgotten about everyone else in the room.  .

“And that’s how I met Jonne.  Who knew that a Cherrie flavored lollypop would cause tow people to become such good friends?”  Ville chuckled, looking down at Bam. 

“Maybe that’s why people spend so much money on candy.”  Bam laughed.  He looked over his shoulder and smiled widely.  Ville noticed that Bam’s attention was somewhere else, and cocked a brow. 

“What is it?”  He asked. 

“A park!  I used to go to this park all the time.”  Bam smiled, starting to walk towards it.  Ville followed him over to the swings.  Bam sat down one, and Ville went behind him and started to push him, causing Bam to laugh happily. 

“Why did you stop going?”  Ville asked, as Bam got higher into he air. 

“School friends, skateboarding.  I didn’t really have enough time anymore for things like this.”  Bam laughed, as he got even higher. 

“Well, I think you should go more often.  You seem to love it here.”  Ville smiled.  A snapping twig caused Ville’s attention to be taken from Bam, and he looked over towards the woods that surrounded the park.  Looking even harder, trying to find out what had made the sound, Ville forgot to watch out for Bam as he came back down. 

When Bam came back, he accidentally hit the Finn, causing Ville to fly backwards and into the ground.  Luckily for him, the ground was very soft, white sand.  Bam instantly jumped off the swing and ran to Ville’s side.  A million apologies poured from his lips as Bam helped the stunned Finnish man sit up and dust him off. 

“I am sorry!”  Bam cried, wrapping his arms around the fragile ma. 

“Bam, it’s fine.”  Ville tried to say, but Bam held him tighter. 

“I could have killed you!” 

‘Bam, I highly doubt that you could have killed me.”  Ville laughed.  When Bam didn’t look convinced, Ville pushed him to the ground and stood up, looking down at Bam.  With a grin, Ville bent down and tapped Bam’s head lightly. 

“Tag.”  He laughed, and ran off.  Bam got up and laughed, running after the Finnish man.  “That’s not fair!”  Bam laughed as he chased Ville up some stares leading to a slide.  Vile laughed as he slid down the large slide.  He made his way over to another play item and climbed up the tares to the top.  There was a steering wheel and a fake compass.  Ville turned the wheel and smiled.  That was one of his favorite things to do when he was younger.  Pretend that he was a pirate. 

Ville jumped as Bam slapped his shoulder, causing Ville to cry out.  Bam stopped in his tracks, thinking that he had hurt the man, but when Ville turned around, grinning like a man possessed, Bam laughed and ran down the stares. 

“Come back Bammie!”  Ville yelled running after him.  He felt his lungs burning for the second time that day, but he pushed the feeling away.  He was having too much fun to let his asthma and years of smoking get to him now. 

Bam looked over his shoulder and saw Ville chasing him.  Grinning, Bam looked back in front of him.  Running even faster, he didn’t notice that his shoes had come undone, and tripped over his laces.  Falling onto his stomach, he flipped over to see Ville running up to him, panting. 

Bending over to catch his breath, Ville looked down at Bam and grinned, tapping his foot into Bam’s side.  Bam laughed at Ville’s pathetic way of tagging him.  He grabbed Ville’s hand and yanked him down, causing the Finn to land on his stomach. 

Something in Bam stirred, causing Bam to become very confused.  ‘What’s going on?  What am I feeling?’  Bam asked himself.  When Ville moved a little, the feeling grew, causing Bam to softly moan.  Ville didn’t hear him, however, because a car had passed by the park.  Drowning out the sound.  Then, Bam remembered what the feeling was, and it shocked and embarrassed him. 

He felt his pants become much too tight, and he thanked God that Ville had decided to get off of him just seconds before.  Ville was sitting besides Bam now, just starting to regain his breath.  As Bam looked at him, he couldn’t help but think that he was the most beautiful person that Bam had ever seen.  His soft, brown curls that just came to his shoulders, and his green eyes that were shining from the moon, which was their only source of light. 

“Ville, I have a question.”  Bam said, deeply entranced by the Fin that was now lying down next to Bam, his head resting on Bam’s stomach.  Just inches away from Bam’s quite large problem. 

“What would that be BamBam?”  Ville asked, looking up into Bam’s eyes.  Ville know fully well about Bam’s ‘problem’.  Bam was good, but not that good at trying to hide it. 

“How...how do...ah...-“  Bam stuttered, not knowing hot to ask that question. 

“Just spit it out darling.  It won’t laugh.”  Ville smiled.  Bam couldn’t keep his eyes still for one second, and his hand were twitching.  Ville’s smile grew larger, praying that Bam wanted what he did. 

“How do men fuck another?”  Bam blurted out, hiding his face behind his hair.  Ville laid there, somewhat stunned.  He then sat up, and Bam started to panic, thinking that Ville was going to leave him.  Bam was shocked when he felt Ville’s hand come up to his face and brushed away the hair that hid Bam’s face from him. 

“’Fuck’ is such a harsh word to use for something so beautiful darling.”  Ville smiled, keeping his palm on Bam’s cheek. 

“Oh, sorry.”  Bam blushed. 

“When men make love with another, it is quite different, as you probably know.”  Ville replied.  Bam nodded, his eyes growing larger. 
“I know.”  Bam said, wanting Ville to continue.  Ville smiled, stroking Bam’s cheek.  Bam tilted his face closer to Ville’s hand, making Ville’s smile grow. 

“I can’t explain it.”  Ville said, causing Bam to start to pout.  Ville shushed him, and smiled.  Ville leaned in, having his lips next to Bam’s ear. 

“But I can show you.”  He whispered, placing a soft kiss to Bam’s ear.  Bam’s stomach was now ablaze.  He couldn’t control himself anymore, and let out a soft moan.  There was no car to cover up the sound this time.  When Ville heard Bam’s soft moan, he moved slightly so that he could softly press his lips to Bam’s cheek.  So close, yet so far from Bam’s own lips.  .

Ville took Bam into his arms, moving him so that he was then startling Ville’s lap. . Bam gasped as his arousal brushed against Ville’s.  Ville stopped his soft kisses that were trailing down Bam’s neck when he heard another twig snap. 

Looking over Bam’s shoulder, Ville saw someone walking towards the park.  The first twig snap was probably an animal, Ville had thought at the time, but now, he wasn’t sure.  Bam wrapped his arms around Ville and wriggled in his lap, trying to get his attention back. 

“Bam, someone’s coming.”  Ville whispered, causing Bam to freeze. 

“What do you mean?”  Bam asked, moving closer to Ville.  Bam had never liked the dark, but being with Ville had made it less menacing.  Now that there was someone else in the picture, the darkness was looking quite menacing again. 

“Bam?  IS that you?”  The man asked, walking closer.  The person sounded familiar so that was at least something positive.  The question was, why the person sounded familiar?’ 

Was he some rapist that Bam saw on the News when hew as channel surfing?  Was it a crazy fan?  Even worse, was it a crazy fan’s lover wanting to kill him?  All those things were running through Bam’s head, and he held onto Ville tighter, trying to get as close to him as possible. 

To make matters even worse, Bam was getting even harder.  Just being near Ville gave him a strange feeling, but being on top of him was another story.  Having Ville, just seconds ago, kiss him so softly.  Having him about to show him how men loved another. 

As Bam moved even closer to Ville, their bodies practically became one, Bam felt and heard Ville moan.  Bam’s cheek was pressed against Ville’s neck, and he had felt it vibrate as Ville moaned again, due to the fact that Bam had accidentally thrusted his hips against Ville to get closer. 

“Quit doing that Bam.  We might have a problem if you continue.”  Ville warned, his lips now next to Bam’s ear again.  Ville placed a soft kiss behind Bam’s ear, and Bam jumped. 

“That is you, Bam!”  The man yelled, now standing close enough to see Bam and Ville.  Due to the poor light though, he didn’t seen anything that he shouldn’t have. 

“Oh!  Ryan!”  Bam smiled, no longer afraid.  He felt Ville move his face so that he was also looking up at Bam’s friend. 

“What are you guys doing?”  Ryan asked.  It wasn’t like Bam to sit on people’s laps.  It actually wasn’t like Bam to be at a park at 11:30 either.  Ryan was not confused beyond belief. 

“We were walking home and Bam remembered that he had left his coat here at the park.  We had visited it earlier, before going to dinner and getting drinks, so we went back.  Bam thought he heard something coming from the woods, and got scared.  I was only trying to calm him down.”  Ville replied, smiling to himself.  Then a thought came to mind.  What happened if Bam didn’t get scared of such little tings like snapping twigs? 

“I can see that.  Bam has always been afraid of the dark.  Ever since Novak-“ 

“Don’t you dare.”  Bam threatened, not wanting Ville to know what Novak had done.  Novak had dressed up like the person in Halloween and had jumped out of his closet when Bam had turned off the lights.  It had practically scared the piss out of him. 

“Well, I think we should go.  Don’t leave your coat behind this time.”  Ville said, breaking the silence that had fallen.  Bam untangled himself from Ville, and stood up.  He held his hand out for Ville, but he didn’t take it.  Bam shrugged it off.  Ville probably didn’t see it because of the poor light.  That’s all. 

Standing up, Ville brushed himself off and walked past Bam.  Bam felt something sting him inside, and he didn’t know what it was.  All Ville did was walk past him.  He probably thought that Bam would follow. 

As Bam started following him, walking up to his side, Ville stopped.  Bam stopped as well and looked up at Ville with a confused stare. 
“Bam you’re going the wrong way.”  Ville said, not looking down at him. 

“What do you mean?”  Bam asked, feeling hurt. 

“Your home is the other way Bam.  My place is that way.  I’ll see you in class on Monday.”  Ville replied, and then started walking again.  Bam suddenly felt very cold.  He felt his heard being tarred to shreds as he watched Ville keep walking. 

Bam felt his heart start to beat faster, and his eyes start to sting with tears.  He didn’t know why these emotions were hitting him like they were.  He was becoming even more confused with each step Ville took. 

The reason being, each step Ville took made Bam want to break down into tears even more.  Even though Bam’s throat felt like something was clawing it from the inside, he still managed to call out to Ville. 

“Bye Vile.”  He knew Ville could hear him.  Hell, Ryan could hear him and he was further away.  Still, the silence that followed after was what made Bam fall apart.  Ville didn’t even look back, and that hurt Bam the most. 

He didn’t know why this got to him, but it did, and he knew it shouldn’t.  Watching the Finnish man walk further and further away, for a few more seconds, Bam finally turned around and walked towards Dunn. 

“What’s the matter?”  Dunn asked, sensing Bam’s sudden change of mood.  Bam didn’t answer.  He just kept walking.  Just like Ville. 

Damned Angel

Thousands of years before heaven and hell were created, and many more then that of Earth, there was a large expanse of mystery.  Angels of many types flew through the great expanse of nothingness, and everything was peaceful.  Everything was perfect.  However, it is impossible for anything to be perfect for long. 

The imperfectness of the mysterious haven was an angel.  This angel wasn’t like the others, for he was the mightiest of them all.  There was only one other that was greater then him, but no one called him an angel.  Instead, they called him the Alpha and Omega, or in other words, God. 

Standing side by side, God and the angel made sure that nothing went wrong in their perfect haven.  They made sure that everyone loved and was loved.  There was no such thing as evil...however, one day, the angel had met the eyes of Venus. 

As every angel knew, Venus was the Goddess of love.  Her skin a pale color, green eyes that shown brighter than anything anyone had ever seen, and her dark, almost black hair, flowed down her well-sculpted body.  Due to her beauty, it was hard for many to love another besides her, though she had never showed any interest.  That was until she met one in particular. 

It was one of the rare moments in their life that God had come from his thrown to talk with the angels about plans for their future.  Plans on the mission he was embarking on, mission ‘Earth’.  Besides God, there was an angel in which Venus had never seen in her years of living. 

The tall, lanky angel with brown, wildly curly hair and piercing green eyes had from the first glance, caught her interest.  He was God’s helper, as she had heard many angles whisper.  He was somewhat in Venus’s position.  Many were giving their hearts to this angel, but he would not give them his. 

Venus had felt her heart being ripped out, never to return again once his eyes had fallen into hers.  Their eyes had lingered, and he had given a smile in which she could not categorize.  It was mysterious, yet there was something off about it.  There was something un-pure.  Something different, and she liked it.  In fact, Venus became obsessed with it.  Needing more of it, she had followed the beautiful creature and his master around for the rest of the day.  Finally, near the end, she had gotten her chance to come face to face with him. 

Venus had learned the angel’s name that day, and to this very day, she has still never forgotten it.  This name is not like any other, and in fact, no one has ever used this name since this angel.  He was the first and last.  His name is now mixed with the word ‘Evil’ in which the angels had created after him. 

The name that was said, and still is spoken from Venus’s lips in love and pain is Lucifer.  After their first encounter, Venus and Lucifer had become closer and closer until it was an undying love, that to this day is still stronger then any other.  They had created a little child of their own, and they had called him a name that will never be forgotten once someone has heard it. 

Everything was perfect until the day that Lucifer had become power obsessed.  Love does strange things to the brain, and now that Lucifer had his love and child, he felt that he could have anything.  He had started telling the angels what to do, without God’s permeation or knowledge that is. 

Venus, too blind to see through loves heavenly fog, didn’t see what Lucifer was doing.  To this day, even though she is still a Goddess, she doesn’t under stand what wrong Lucifer did.  Anything he did was perfect in her blinded eyes. 

God, however, banished Lucifer to another place, which he had created.  A place of pain, misery, and hatred.  He had then named the two different places.  Heaven and Hell.  Hell was Lucifer’s knew home in which he was lonely in for many years, and Heaven was where God and his angels could still live in perfect harmony. 

Venus had been in much pain, and she had started abandoning all hope of ever seeing her forbidden lover again.  After Lucifer’s banishment, she had started protecting her child from everyone, even though she fully knew no one would ever dream of hurting him. 

God, noticing her change in mood and how upset the other angels were getting, came up with a plan that he had hoped would solve the problems.  He had decided to, as well, banish the son of Venus and Lucifer.  When Venus wasn’t protecting her son, he started his mission.  Creating another place, he called it ‘Earth’.  He had put two other people on the land, and they were named Atom and Eve. 

Not wanting the son of Lucifer to be with his children, God had hidden the sweet angel far from everything he created.  He had bound the young soul to an immortal tree, hidden away from all beings. 

To this day, the angel is still bound; however, will the curiosity of a young boy of eighteen save him from his doom, or will it cause him a lifetime of misery and sorrow?  Can an accidental encounter change the lives of both angel and human?  Most of all can there be any sort of relationship between an angel and human, or is it just not meant to be?  

Sloth

Looking up at the clock that was going much to slow for Bam's liking, he counted down the seconds before he could go to his next class. Fifth period. He had now only one minute and everyone was starting to pack up.

"I want to see those essays on Monday. I don't care if break is coming up and you are making plans. I want them Monday, not Tuesday, M.O.N.D.A.Y." Mrs. Camilia said, writing the large letters of the due date on the wall. Bam could care less about the due date though. Michel was already half way done with is own, and Bam's.

Speaking of the little bugger, Bam almost jumped out of his skin as a scrawny hand tapped him on the shoulder. Looking around, Michel was standing, his hand out in front of him. Bam sighed and pulled out a twenty and gave it to him.

"Nice doing business with you Mr. Margera." Michel said as he put the money in his pocket.

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun. Get yourself a drink." Bam said, already out the door. Michel cocked an eyebrow and watched as Bam practically ran down the hall. Shaking his head, thinking that it would probably just be a girl making him bolt down the halls, he walked to the opposite side of the school.

Bam didn't notice Ryan until he accidentally knocked him over on his pursuit to fifth period.

"Jesus Christ Bam, watch where you're goin'!" Ryan yelled as the girl he was chatting up turned around and left. Ryan glared up at Bam and crossed his hands.

"I'm sorry." Bam said, not stopping.

"Hey! Come back here! You chase away someone I was talking to and all you can say is sorry? Not even bothering to stop?" Ryan yelled, catching up to Bam. "What's up with you? You never use to like this class. The only class you actually run to is lunch."

"Lunch isn't a class." Bam said, not slowing his pace. "And I am just interested in the subject."

"Since when? I heard that we are learning about the Seven Deadly Sins now. Jenny told me since I had to leave class early due to a certain someone." Ryan poked Bam's arm causing both of them to laugh remembering what had happened with the picture.

"I think that the Seven Deadly Sins are interesting."

"Really? Or are you finding the teacher interesting? I heard that Ville was quite handsome." Ryan grinned, seeing Bam start to blush.

"The teacher is just another teacher. He is no different."

"Really? Jenny wouldn't say that. She saw you blush as Ville sat on your desk and the way you were actually trying to think of the actual answer for the question that he asked. I would say that he must be different if you are actually thinking!" Ryan laughed.

Bam sighed and used the binder that he was carrying outside of his filled bag and was about to hit Ryan, but it got knocked out of his hands as someone accidentally tripped over his foot.

"Jesus." Bam hissed as the person got up, said a 'I'm sorry', and ran down the hall. Bam shook his head and started picking up his papers, Ryan bending down and helping him up.

"What's this?" Ryan asked, picking up a paper. Bam looked over at what Ryan was reading and instantly blushed, ripping the paper from his hands.

"Nothing." Bam said, tucking it in his binder and getting up.

"Oh really? I think I have just found three other pages dealing with the same thing. The Seven Deadly Sins. Now Bam. Please explain to me again why Ville is just some other boring teacher? I can't believe that you actually looked up what he had asked you!" Ryan laughed, Bam ripping the three other papers from Ryan's hands.

"I told you, the subject itself interests me, not the teacher."

"Hmmm. I see." Ryan grinned and they finally reached the class. They were five minutes early, much to Ryan's annoyance, but to Bam's joy. Jenn was already there with her two friends, Nancy and Jake. Jake was the person that use to do Bam's homework until he quit.

Bam went to sit at his chair and put his bag on the floor, his binder on his desk. He grabbed out the four pages of facts he had found on the sins. Bam smiled as he organized the papers and put his binder in his bag, keeping the papers on his desk in front of him as he read over them.

"Ah, I see someone has finished their homework." A heavily accented voice said from above Bam, making him jump slightly. Looking up, he saw the beautiful green eyes that he had thought about all day.

"H-h-hey Mr. Valo." Bam stuttered which caused the most beautiful smile to come across Ville's face.

"Hello Bam. I hate when people call me Mr. It makes me sound old. Please call me Ville." Ville smiled, sitting on Bam's desk like he had done the other day.

"I have heard you don't usually do your homework." Ville said as he took the papers from in front of Bam.

"This subject is actually interesting unlike the others." Bam replied, causing Ville to giggle. It was the most perfect sound that he had ever heard besides Ville's voice.

"I would agree. I was never really into anything besides art, and music. Everything else just seemed pointless. I am pretty good at math though." Bam nodded in agreement. Bam wasn't so fond of art, but he did like music.

"I am not good in art, but I can agree with you about the music bit. I'm not doing the best in math, but that's probably because I have better things to think of while the teacher is talking about random shit with numbers. "

"If you ever need help in math or art, I can give you a hand." Ville suggested, making Bam's smile grow.

"Really? That would be great." Bam smiled. Bam looked up and saw that people were now coming in the class, meaning they probably only had around two to three more minutes before class started.

"Why don't you come in then, after school sometime?"

"Or you could come over?" Bam asked, blushing once he said it. "Never mind, that was a stupid idea-"

"No it wasn't. I would take going to your house over staying at school any day." Ville smiled and looked up, seeming to just notice all the eyes that were on them now. He smiled at the class and turned back to Bam. Ville noticed how Bam had his head ducked down now out of embarrassment that everyone was looking at them.

Ville didn't want to make Bam un-comfortable, so he thought of something to get Bam and himself out of this situation. He could already hear the gossip that was probably forming in the students minds about himself and Bam. He didn't want Bam to have to go through with the looks and talk.

"Well Mr. Margera, we will have to discuss this conversation after class. I am going to have to plan your talking sessions with your teachers so you can talk about your poor grades. Don't try to run away from this." Ville said firmly, looking down at a now very confused Bam. He bent his head down so that Bam could feel his hot breath traveling down his neck, causing shivers to shoot up his spine.

"You are not in trouble. I don't want to embarrass you by talking to you, that's all. Wouldn't want the students thinking that you liked me now, would you?" Ville grinned evilly, seeing Bam blush. Bam nodded his head and Ville turned to the class. "Now, where were we yesterday?"

"You had asked Bam what the Seven Deadly Sins were." The girls all said at the same time, glaring at another afterwards. Ville smiled and nodded, not moving off of Bam's desk, he looked down at Bam like he had yesterday and asked him the same question.

"So Bam, do you have the answer?" Ville asked, fully knowing that he did.

"Ah...Pride?" Bam didn't know why, but he couldn't focus on the sheet in front of him. He only seemed to notice how Ville was sitting so close to him, making his heart beat faster.

"Go on." Ville said, not of annoyance, but of amusement.

"Envy, Gluttony, lust, anger, greed, and sloth."

"Great job Bam." Ville said smiling like an angel down at Bam. "Now, today we will be learning about Sloth. Who can tell me something about Sloth? Yes James." Ville said, pointing over at James. He got off of Bam's desk, causing Bam to slightly frown. He didn't know why it upset him so much.

"Isn't it being lazy? My mom calls me that all the time." James said, causing Ville to laugh, causing Bam to get slightly jealous. Again, the reasons were unknown for Bam's moods and feelings.

"You are right, in fewer words." Ville smiled and walked over to the white board. Grabbing a pen, he started writing. When Ville moved out of the way, he smiled and pointed up at the board where it read:

Sloth: Avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

Why you do it (if you do): You're shiftless, lazy, and good for nothing.

Punishment in Hell: You'll be thrown into snake pits.

Symbols: Linked with the goat. The color is light blue.

"Damn, now I know what my mother thinks of me." James laughed, causing the rest of the class to laugh as well. Ville walked over to James's desk and sat down, looking deeply into his eyes.

"I can see why. Your eyes are looking pretty lazy as well." Ville laughed, making James blush, the rest of the class erupting into laughter, except for Bam who was glaring daggers into James's back with some of the girls as well. Bam noticed what he was doing and instantly felt sick.

Why was he acting like the fucking women in his class? What the Hell was wrong with him? He looked up at Ville who was now writing some things up on the bored about Sloth. Some sights if the students were interested in looking more into it. Of course there wasn't any homework, as Mr. Callen had said.

The rest of the class seemed to sail on quite nicely. Ville had finished his lesson around twenty minutes early, and was letting everyone do whatever they pleased. He didn't even seem to care that Ronny and his boyfriend Dave were in the back of the room tongue fucking another.

Speaking of the beauty himself, Ville was playing the caustic guitar he had brought into class. It was a song from the band that he was in, he had told the girls that were sitting around him. Bam, of course not wanting to act like he was interested, listened from his seat as he looked out the window.

The song was absolutely beautiful though. The notes bouncing off the walls and into his ears. He couldn't help but to cast his eyes over at the Finn. Watching as his lips moved as he whispered the words to himself.

"Why don't you sing to us?" A girl by the name of Maddy asked, inching closer to Ville.

"I don't do good in front of people." Ville replied, not missing a note.

"But you’re in a band. You said you were the singer!" Sarah, one of Maddy's friends, protested.

When the hell did he say that? Bam thought as he stared at Ville.

"Doesn't mean that I don't get nerves. I use my own methods of taking away the stage fright, but I think I would lose my job if I told you." Ville winked at her, causing her to sigh. Bam rolled his eyes. Girls were such pusses. The bell rang, not long after, and Bam instantly jumped up with excitement.

The girls all groaned in annoyance and left the class, knowing that they would have to wait until tomorrow to see Ville again. Everyone got out of the class, including Mr. Callen who was going to grab some coffee. Bam was following Ryan, but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back.

"Why don't you stay a while? You have around five minutes, don't you?" Ville asked as Bam turned around. Bam turned back to Ryan who was grinning like a fool at him.

"Don't mind me Bam. Have fun." He grinned and walked out the door, kicking away the door stop so that the door would close. Bam glared at the door but Ville snatched his attention back by removing his hand from Bam's shoulder.

"Come over here. Stop acting like I am going to turn into a vampire and drink your blood." Ville grinned, liking the image that was being painted in his head. Bam nodded and walked over, sitting on the top of Mr. Callen's desk as Ville sat on a chair next to Bam's legs.

"So, what time are you going to come over?" Bam asked, trying to break the tension.

"I was thinking that I would just go home with you. Did you get a ride here or did you walk?"

"I walked." Ville nodded, noticing how Bam was ringing his hands nervously. It bothered him that he was making the younger man nerves of him, but he decided to ignore it for now. Maybe Bam would become more relaxed as time went on.

"I did as well. Turns out my hotel is only around three minutes away for a walking distance. I always drive to new places the first time incase I get lost." Ville nodded, Bam nodding as well thinking it was actually pretty smart. He remembered when he was first trying to get to Ryan's house and he got lost for around an hour before Ryan called the cops to find him.

"You were late yesterday though. Did you leave late?" Bam asked before he could stop himself. Ville laughed, reassuring Bam that he hadn't said anything wrong like Bam had thought.

"No, I just got lost trying to find the Starbucks!" Bam laughed as well, but it got cut short when he heard the bell ring. Looking up at the clock, he noticed that the bell that just rung was the one that meant that you needed to be in your class and in your seat.

Gasping in shock, Bam jumped off his desk and started grabbing his things. Normally being late didn't bother him, but it did when his mother threatened him that he would be doing chores for a weak if he was late once more that month. Ville sighed, grabbing a piece of paper and signing it.

"Don't worry Bam, I have you covered." Ville said handing the piece of paper to Bam. Bam looked at it and smiled as it was a slip that said Ville had been talking to him about his studies and lost track of the time.

"Thanks, dude." Bam smiled up at Ville who hadn't moved from his spot. "Do you have a prep period, or are all the kids in this class skipping?" Bam joked as he walked towards the door.

"Prep. Do you want me to drop by your class and we can walk from there?"

"Sure. It's room 134, only around five rooms away." Bam said and walked out the door of the class, leaving a smirking Ville still sitting on Mr. Callen’s desk.

Seven Deadly Sins


 Snow was pilling on the ground outside of the window that Bam was currently looking out of. How could he possibly be concentrating when winter break was seven weaks away, there was snow that looked like it was going to be five feat deep, and the teacher was talking in a monotone voice? Then again, he never really did pay attention.

You didn't even need to check his grades, more like checking his 'notes' that only had pictures of absolutely random nonsense. Yawning, Bam turned to the front of the room, seeing that Ryan was passed out on his desk. Grinning, Bam folded up a pice of paper and threw it at his head, causing Ryan to jump out of his seat and fall to the ground.

Everyone broke out into laughter as Mr. Callen turned around from one of his lectures to see the wadded up ball that Ryan was currently opening up.

"What is that Mr. Dunn?" The teacher asked in his monotone voice, grabbing the paper from Ryan's hands. The whole class was interested now, even Bam was who as trying not to laugh. Bam had drawn a pretty vivid picture of Ryan giving Mr. Callen a blow job. He had written their names over the figures.

He looked out the window again after seeing Mr. Callen's face turn two shades redder.

"Mr. Dunn, I would like you to go to the office. You will have detention for this." Mr. Callen said, ripping up the picture and throwing it away, pointing towards the door. Ryan sighed and grabbed his books. This had become somewhat of a routine for him. Especially in science, which he would have been going to next period.

"Caring on now, we are going to have a change in course. Since you have not been learning anything about World History, we are going to change it slightly. We are going to be learning about some religions. First off, we are going to be starting with the Seven Deadly Sins."

Bam didn't know or care fuck about whatever Callen was saying, but continued looking out the window. He saw a car screeching into the parking lot, and a door got rammed open. Bam cocked his head, highly amused. The sad truth, this was the most interesting thing Bam had seen all day.

Someone got out of the car and was wearing all black. He couldn't tell if it was a women or man, but he was highly interested. Said person was walking towards the other side of the school towards the entrance and was cut out of Bam's vision as he went around the corner of the school.

Bam's attention got caught as the whole class cheered and he looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Yes class, that means there will be no tests for the rest of the year. That is if we stay with this unit." Mr. Callen said which caused Bam to grin. "There will be some homework though, but not to much."

Bam started to tune out all the plans his class mates were making with another, seeing that they had no homework for this class. Bam could have cared less though, he was getting by in school. Getting by with C's and B's due to the people he copied homework off of.

"We are going to be having a guest speaker coming in today to start with the Seven Deadly Sins. He is only three years older then you, so I thought you would appreciate someone that shares more in common with you. He's running a bit late-"

"Yes, sorry about that Mr. Callen, but my flight was a little late." A deep, accented voice said from the door. Bam looked up and had to take a double take. The man was stunning. He also noticed that it was the man that came out of the car. He didn't know why, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the young looking man.

"Oh, that's alright. Class, this is-"

"Ville Valo. I come from Helsinki Finland and I am in a band." Ville said, introducing himself. Mr. Callen smiled and sat down, seeing Ville could take care of himself.

"What's your band called?" Jennie asked from the front row. Ville smiled at her and Bam could hear many more girls sigh.

"HIM which stands for His Infernal Majesty." Ville stated proudly. "Now, I don't think I am getting paid to talk about me. Does anyone know the Seven Deadly Sins?" He asked, now sitting down on the front desk. Bam noticed that he was wearing skin tight black leather pants, a black top that had four buttons undone, and black converse that covered his feat.

His green eyes that were outlined with black eyeliner and red eye shadow were scanning the room, some of the girls fluffing their hair. Bam noticed that no matter what the women did, their hair didn't compare to Ville's which was slightly past his ears, brown and wavy.

Ville's eyes then stared back into Bam's, causing his stomach to flip for reasons that Bam didn't know. Ville smiled at him and got off of the desk, walking over to Bam. Bam could feel his blood running up to his cheeks, making him feel warm. He could tell he was starting to blush as Ville sat down on his desk and looked down at him.

"How about you? Do you know any of the sins?" Ville asked. Bam started trying to remember something. He had watched some T.V show, well, more like saw it while he was channel surfing. It was about this subject. He had heard only one though, and it was lust. He couldn't say that and have it be the only one though.

Bam didn't want to say nothing though. For some reason that he didn't know of, he wanted Ville proud of him. Another part of his brain wanted to stall longer and have Ville sit by him, looking down with those eyes. The bell rang, causing joy and sorrow to flood through him at the same time.

"Well, I am sorry, but we will have to continue this tomorrow. Bam, would you care to tell me and the class tomorrow, or would you like me to pick someone else?" The women in the class all had their hands up, wanting to make Ville proud of them tomorrow. Bam grinned and nodded his head.

"I'll do it tomorrow." He said, hearing moans of disappointment come from all angles of the room. Ville smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Fantastic. I will see you all tomorrow." Ville said and waved off the class. As everyone started leaving, Bam gave a last look behind him, seeing the back of Ville as he leaned over Mr. Callen's desk, talking with him. He couldn't help but have his eyes linger on the perfect leather clad ass that was just steps away from him.

Bam knew that he was defiantly going to start paying more attention in class now. Well, at least this class.

The Beginning of the End: Part B 

Chapter 4, The Beginning of the End: Part A

The night was impossible for me to fall asleep to.  Down stares, the party was still lively and it had felt like it would never end.  Brandon, or as he said ‘Master’ had gone back down stares.  I had gone down once or twice for some warm vodka to lull me to sleep.  That had helped, but only for a short while. 

Now, after around two hours of sleep, I was once again awake.  During those two hours, the party had apparently ended.  They had all probably gone home, or were down stares, passed out and drunk.  Deciding to start the day, I got out off the bed and put on some baggy jeans, and walked out of the room.  I didn’t bother to put on a shirt because there is probably no one except for me up. 

Making my way down stares, I noticed that there was no one down stares, so that means everyone had left and the people who lived where were probably still asleep.  I made my way to the kitchen, think it would be wise if I did as master had told me to do, and that was make him breakfast. 

‘He needs a nick-name.’  I thought to myself. 

‘I don’t like calling him master, and Brandon is so boring, but what would I call him?’ 

“Hello dear.”  A kind and gentle voice said, causing me to jump.  Looking in the kitchen, hiding myself behind the door, I saw that it was an elderly, kind looking women.  She wasn’t looking at me, but she had an apologetic look to her face, as if she knew that she had startled me. 

“Hi.”  I replied, walking into the kitchen, closing the door behind me. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you dear.  I don’t get that much company here in the kitchen.  I guess I know why now.”  She laughed, looking up from the pan that she was holding over a burning fire. 

“Oh, you don’t scare me, just startled me for a moment.  I didn’t know anyone would be down here this early, so I am sorry for not being properly dressed.”  I replied. 

“Oh, that’s fine dear, I’m use to it by now.”  She said.  I smiled, walking around the kitchen, finally finding some oranges and other sorts of fruits that I had been looking for.  Picking up three oranges, I walked around the kitchen, trying to find something to make juice with.  I found a roller, and due to my lack of cooking skills, decided that it would make a great juicer.

I found a bowl and picked it up, bringing it with me to a spot by a large window that over looked the entrance to the castle.  Once the sun rises, there would be many people walking around the streets, for the market wasn’t too far away. 

Looking down at what was in front of me, I tucked a strand of my un-brushed hair behind my ear and went to work.  Mashing up the oranges in a very messy matter, I licked my lips in frustration, narrowing my eyes as the liquids squirted and hit my chest and stomach. 

~~~X~~~

After ten oranges, five eggs, and fifteen pieces of bacon later, I had finally made masters breakfast which was rather small even though I had used so much food to begin with.  A lot of the bacon had been burned, and I only had five pieces for him.  There was only one egg, and even though I had used ten oranges, it had only made enough for half a glass due to most of the juice either going on the floor, the counter, or on me. 

Even though it had seemed that I had taken years to make one breakfast, and clean up after making it, it was still dark outside.  Making my way up the winding steps, I walked towards where the kook down stares had told me was masters room.  Opening the door quietly, I stepped carefully into the room, not wanting to trip and fall over anything. 

I followed the soft sounds of breathing, and then saw a dark lump in all the darkness that surrounded me.  Realizing that it was master, I walked over and placed the food tray by a desk that was besides his bed.  I couldn’t help but notice how large the bed was, and how he was only sleeping on one side, leaving plenty of room for another person.  Plenty of room for me.  I blushed, hating myself how my mind had traveled to such thoughts, and shook my head, wanting to forget them. 

I walked over to the window and pushed the curtains back, letting in some of the dim light.  The room had a grayish glow to it, but I could see where everything was, and that made me want to shut the curtains again.  Clothes, food, and only God knows was lying all over the floor.  Shaking my head, I knew that when I had to be Ankea, I would be cleaning this room on a daily basis.  Even as myself, he would probably make me clean it.  The thought repulsed me beyond belief. 

I walked over to the bed, and was about to wake up my master, but something caught my eye.  It was a folded piece of paper, and it was lying on the top of the blankets on the space that master wasn’t sleeping on. 

Good morning Ville.  I know you have woken up at an un-Godly hour, and you are probably tired.  Don’t be shy; there is plenty of room for you in this bed with me.  If you get cold, don’t be afraid to get as close to me as you would like.  I don’t bite.... unless you want me to.

~Love, your dear master

I blushed as I read the letter that my master had written me, and looked at the bed.  He was sure right about one thing.  I am tired, and the bed is looking more inviting every second I look at it.  Crumpling up the piece of paper, I threw it on the ground, and continued to stare at the bed. 

“Well, are you just going to stare at the bed all day, or are you going to get in with me?”  A sudden, tired sounding, voice said, interrupting me and my thoughts.  I jumped slightly and saw two icy blue eyes looking back up at me. 

“I-I-I” 

  Call Me Master-Chapter 3 Part 2

Call Me Master-Chapter 3 Part 1

With every step I took, I felt my heart slowly sink and speed up at the same time.  I was highly confused, and nerves once again.  I couldn’t go back to the safety of my home after this, because this was my home now.  I didn’t want it to be, but it was, and I had to face the facts that until I can get out of this and get a well paying job, I was stuck here.  There was also the possibility that they would find out who Ankea really is, and then they would probably just kill me.  That’s not the best way to get out, as you hopefully would agree. 

Looking at the castle, I was now at the front doors.  The nice, beautiful, large front doors.  It’s a miracle that I could even get it open the last time, but now, I felt as if my bones were turned into hollow sticks.  It felt like I was made up of nothing but air.  Linde would always say I was nothing but air due to me being so thin, but now I truly felt like I was. 

“It’s not going to be as bad as you think Ville.”  Miege said as he opened the right door. 

“Why the hell do they have two doors when you can easily just use one?” 

”That’s what people with money to spare do.  They get everything they need, and want.  If they want two doors, they get two doors.”  Gas said, following Miege in, holding two of my bags.  Miege was holding a little snack bag for me, just incase the food here is horrible.  I highly doubt that though.  Even if it is, the snack bag would only last me around five days, that is if I didn’t feel like eating very much. 

“It’s beautiful in here though.  They really know how to decorate.”  Burton said in aw as he walked over to the table that I had stood by yesterday, looking at the carvings in the wood. 

“Very nice patterns and everything.”  He murmured. 

“I’ll make sure to import this from Europe when we have enough money.”  Gas mocked, sitting down on the top of the table. 

“Get off!  Can’t you be civilized for one minute?  You are going to make Ville look bad!”  Linde whispered harshly. 

“What are we going to say about Ankea again?”  Miege whispered so only we could hear. 

“Ankea and Ville are in a fight, and it would be best if they didn’t see another.  Ankea will be taking care of things for the first half of the day, and Ville will be taking night shift, or in other words, the rest of the day.” 

“What happens when they find out?” 

“They won’t.  I have spoken to the Queen and even though she thinks it somewhat odd, she agreed to the arrangement.” 

“I hope this works.”  Gas said, looking over at me.  I had my head turned to the side, for I was looking out the window, watching the leaves and fuzz balls from the trees float around due to the wind that was softly blowing.  Even though I was paying attention out doors, I could tell that he was looking at me with a very worried and sorrow felt expression. 

“I’m sure it will.  He will only be doing this for a while, hopefully not over a year.  I am sure there are jobs that pay more, as much, or just under what this job does.  Maybe we can even find some good ones so we can have Ville back.”  Linde said, trying to look on the positive side. 

“I agree.  Maybe we can even start making music again.  That was a lot of fun.”  Burton said, walking over to Linde and putting an arm around his lover’s waist, resting his head on Linde’s shoulder. 

“Maybe we can even move back to Finland one day, or at least visit.”  Miege said, looking over at me.  I paid no attention to their stares, for it would only break my heart even more.  They were being positive for me, and that just made things worse.  I knew what they were saying were just dreams that would never turn real.  Walking over to the window, I placed a hand on the glass and sighed, watching as two sparrows flew together down to the ground, searching for food.  

“The King and Queen will see you all now.”  A man said, his voice sounding very familiar.  I looked up and saw that it was the servant from before, and I smiled at him.  He smiled back and walked over towards us.  Miege looked at me with a confused look as he watched the exchange between the servant and me. 

“Well, I’m glad to see it’s you and not Ankea.  She kind of intimidated me in a way.  Very bold as well, kissing the cheek of a man in which she has never met.”  He smiled up at me.  I laughed and patted his shoulder lightly. 

“She can be a tad too bold at times.  Runs in the family.”  Linde smiled at me, seeing that I was at least had someone I could talk to. 

“So, I couldn’t help but over hear your conversation yesterday.  It seems that you are Finnish?”  The man asked, moving the blonde strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes behind his ear. 

“I am.”  I replied, noticing the smiles and nudges of elbows that was happening behind my back between my friends. 

“That’s fantastic.  I’m Finnish as well!”  The servant smiled, bouncing slightly. 

“It will be great, having someone to talk to in a native tongue!”

“It will be.”  I smiled. 

“My name is Jonne, Jonne Aaron.  If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask for it.  Also, if you are feeling out of place or need someone to talk to, I’ll be there.”  He smiled. 

“What happens if I just need a friend?”  I asked, smiling back at him.  I loved the way his eyes sparkled like diamonds as he jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas. 

“I can do that!  I’ll be your friend!”  He laughed. 

“Good.  There is one thing though.”  He nodded his head, his expression turning into a serious one. 

“Never call me Mr. Valo ever again.  It makes me feel old.”  I smiled, causing Jonne to laugh. 

“Sounds good to me!  You have to return the favor.  Call me Jonne and not Mr. Aaron.”  He smiled. 

“I wasn’t planning to use your last name.”  I grinned. 

“Seems the boldness does run in the family.”  He laughed. 

“Ville!  Get in here now!”  Gas called, not polite mind you.  Jonne smiled at his rudeness and took my hand, running over towards the door to the other room.  Running into the room, he ran up to the King and Queen, still holding my hand. 

“Look April!  I have a new friend!”  Jonne smiled, looking up into the soft eyes of the Queen.  It shocked me how bold he was being.  What shocked me the most was the wide smile that spread across April’s face?  She obviously didn’t mind being called by her first name, at least from Jonne. 

“That’s lovely Jonne.  I told you that you would make friends being here.”  She cooed. 

“Well, I see you have brought some of your own friends, Ville.”  Phil said.  I was about to start introducing them, but Miege stopped me. 

“We already introduced ourselves.”  He said, smiling. 

“We are also able to visit you whenever we want.”  Linde smiled, wrapping his arms around me, somewhat nudging Jonne away.  Linde was never good at sharing.  Jonne didn’t seem to mind though, and gave us our space.

“That sounds fantastic Linde locks.”  I smiled, kissing my friend on the cheek.  Once Linde released me, I walked over to Burton, hugging him and kissing him as well.  I did the same to all my friends, and, after some tear shed and more hugs, they departed, leaving me with a strange feeling.  I have never been without Miege or Linde.  Our parents had been friends, and I had known them forever.  Now they were leaving me along with Gas and Burton.  I got snapped out of my thoughts when a hand engulfed my own.  Looking at Jonne, I saw an apologetic smile on his face. 

“Come on Ville, I’ll show you around.  After that, we are going to have a good dinner, and you are then going to meet the prince.”  Jonne said excitedly.  I smiled and let him tug me out of the room, the King and Queen smiling at us from behind.  I know this because I had seen them in the mirror that was tacked up on the wall besides the door. 

Me, Myself, and I-Chapter 2

Everything was big.  Much too big.  The door that I had walked through to be standing here was bigger then it needed to be, and so was the table that I was currently standing by as I waited for permition go further. 

I played with the silk that was gently wrapped around my body, and chewed on my bottom lip out of nerves.  My eyes roamed around the room possibly looking for a away out.  How did I let myself get dragged into doing something like this?  Have I simply lost my mind? 

My eyes suddenly landed apron a long mirror that was on the opposite side of the room.  Thinking it would be wise to make sure everything was in place, I started my journey across the large room. 

I finally came to a stop in front of the mirror and looked myself over, seeing that everything was where it was suppose to be.  When I mean by everything, I mean the two apples that were placed in the damn corset that I had to ware.  This was just too wrong to believe.  I was dressing like a woman.  Men weren’t suppose to dress like women!  It wasn’t right! 

‘This dress does complement my figure quite nicely though.... damn...now I am turning into a women!’  I thought with distaste.  The scary part was the fact on how well I could pull the look off.  I rotated the apples around a little, just to be on the safe side. 

‘Don’t want to be caught.  That would probably end my life, and career for that fact.’ 

I pushed a curly strand of my hair out of my face, peering into my reflection’s green eyes that were outlined with coal.  I smiled, liking how I could easily disguise myself, even though it was still quite creepy. 

The Queen and King would never know that standing right before them would be one of the members of the family that they had tried to kill many years ago.  Around twenty-one to be exact.  It was when I was seven.  The funny thing would be that they wouldn’t even notice e that I am really a man.  With my cat-like eyes and shapely body, they wouldn’t think twice that I was a woman. 

“Ms. Valo, the king and Queen are ready to see you.”  A servant said, bowing his head for me and holding the door for me.  He was quite good looking, I had to admit.  I smiled and kissed his cheek as I walked by, not missing the shy smile and the blush forming on his cheeks.  Yes, I was going to pull this off quite nicely. 

I didn’t even need to change my name while being this knew identity, for no one would ever remember a poor scavenger’s name.  Now, however, they would remember my name, for I now had a purpose in their high and mighty lives.  I am the woman that was going to be the person to bring Brandon and the person that his parents chose for him together. 

I am also the cousin of myself.  This may sound confusing, but that is because it is.  I am going to play the role of a woman, and I am also going to be myself.  When I am myself, I am going to be the one taking care of Brandon Margera.  This should be very interesting. 

“Ah, Ankea!”  You came here with moments to spare!”  The queen, April Margera, said with obvious approval. 

“Maybe that could be something you could get your cousin, Ville, to teach Bam.  Is Ville very punctual as well?” 

“Depends” I said, trying to alter my voice slightly. 

“Depends on what?”  Aprils asked, folding her hands and placing them on her lap, a soft and sweet smile forming on her lips. 

“On the mood he is in and who he is meeting or what he is doing.  You don’t’ have to fear, for he will be here with moments to spare.”  I smiled.  This was going smoothly, I don’t even know why I had worried so much before. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, where do you come from, Ankea?”  April questioned. 

“Yes, your voice is, if you don’t mind me saying, very exotic.”  Phil, the King, said. 

“I come from Helsinki, Finland.  As you probably know, it is quite far away.”  My smile turned into a frown when Phil and April’s did.  I started panicking. 

‘Damn, do they known who I am now?  Did I say too much?’ 

“Don’t look like a frightened horse Ankea, we don’t know exactly where Finland is.  In fact, we didn’t even know it existed.  As you can see, we don’t’ get out much.”  April admitted.  I sighed in relief. 

“That’s alright, not many people around here do.  They think it is a made up land.  Then again, is Ville who tells them about Finland, and he is known for making up stories.” 

“Why would he do that?”  April asked, cocking a brow like she had never heard of a made up story in her life. 

“It’s a way to get out of this world.  His mother and father had almost gotten killed when he was very young.  In fact, until only five years ago, he had thought of them as dead.  That was until he had gone back to Finland and had seen them, very much alive and happy.  His younger brother was happily married as well.” 

“That’s so tragic.  Good thing they had found another again.”  April sniffed, dabbing at her eye.  I felt myself tense in anger.  All I wanted to do was shout”

‘That was my story you damn fool!  I was the one that thought he had lost his mother, father, and brother!  You were the one who almost killed them and myself!’ 

But of course, I didn’t.  I bit my tongue like a good boy, or in this case, girl, and smiled. 

“Yes, well, I don’t think you brought me here to discuss such depressing matters.”  I said, trying to calm my pent up anger.  Maybe this would be hard. 

“Well, we just wanted to get to know you better.  See if you would be a good person to get Brandon to look Missy’s way.”  I smiled, nodding my head.  If the Queen and King weren’t in the room, I would have rolled my eyes.  Nothing personal to the young princess who Brandon was to marry, but what kind of a name is Missy? 

“Alright then I will go and leave you to see Ville.  He really is a good man...at time.”:  I laughed, earning a smile from Phil and a genuine laugh from April. 

“If he is as good looking and sweet as you, he will defiantly be fine. Tell him that, won’t you?”  April smiled.  “Of course my Queen.”  I smiled, curtsied, and started walking out the door.  Once I had finally made it out of the over sized castle, I sprinted to the woods and started stripping out of the silken dress to reveal my second pair of clothes.  I had worn them under the dress, as you have probably gathered. 

Smoothing out my crinkled up black velvet shirt, I started walking back to the castle.  Walking in the door, I smiled at the servant, who grinned back. 

I walked over to the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair, checking my coal out lined eyes, and fixing my clothes.  Seeing that the pants I am wearing hugged my legs just like I liked them to, I grinned.  My black velvet button up shirt had the first three buttons undone.  I smiled at myself and then turned to the servant. 

He gave me the signal to go in and so I started walking past him, and then through the door that he held open for me.  Walking to the place that I had just stood moments ago, though as a different person. 

“You are the spitting image of your cousin, you know that?”  April asked, smiling down from her chair at me. 

“I get that a lot.  My family is rather small, and we all kind of look alike.”  I smiled back, preparing myself for another talk. 

~~~x~~~

“Well, how did it go?”  Meige asked the second I walked through the doors of our small cottage, hearing the soft notes of piano, meaning Burton was practicing.