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Not such a bad idea!	By : KarinVAM Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 4802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Ville, dear, how wonderful to see you!”

He had barely set foot in Bam’s castle, but was already attacked by April who pulled him into a tight hug. He smiled and hugged her back, feeling at home already in the huge house he had stayed in several times over the years.

He knew April adored him, and that was probably because he was one of the few friends of Bam that had not wrecked any of her belongings yet. He was always polite, and every time he gave her a ‘thank you’, or a ‘please, let me help’, her face would light up. She obviously wasn’t used to that.

“Hello April, how are you?” He gasped. April was still hugging him very tight and breathing began to become more and more of an issue.

“Ape, let go of him.” Bam saved him, pulling on her arms and shooting him and apologizing glance. Ville smiled a gratefully and warm smile when April wasn’t looking, and he could have sworn Bam’s cheeks began to flush. What was up with Bam? He never blushed. He never got nervous… never. Well, all of those things did happen of course, but Bam always wanted to keep his cool, and at least tried to hide it from everyone.

He found it adorable.

Wait…no….let’s rephrase that….he found it funny. Not really adorable…funny. No seriously. Just funny.

‘Fuck, am I blushing too? Stop thinking like this!’

“Oh come on Bam. Finally one of your nice and polite buddies is coming over, let me enjoy this moment.” April teased her son before turning into the kitchen to clean the counter.

‘A buddy is a friend you have sex with. A buddy is a friend you fuck.’

STOP THINKING LIKE THIS!’

“So, I better get my stuff upstairs then. Am I staying in your room or…?”

“Yeah! I mean…if you want…Sure”

Bam suddenly realized this was the first time Ville was coming over, with most of the house’s inhabitants gone. There were actually plenty of spare rooms without the whole HIM band here, and therefore there was no need for Ville to stay in his room.

‘Please, please, please sleep in my room. Call me a fucked up sick fag, I don’t care. I just want to sleep in the same bed, and hear you breath. Hear your heartbeat and smell your hair. See you undress and accidentally graze you torso with my arm when we lay in the bed. Anything, anything, anything I can get.’

Fucked up sick fag. Stop it! Stop thinking like this!’

“I mean, there is plenty of space, and it’s decorated way better than the other rooms, of course. It’s just more fun.”

Bam wondered if he sounded too greedy, but Ville gave him a wide grin and nodded.

“Cool, it will be a slumber party, like old times. I might even paint your toenails again.”

He winked and Bam laughed at the memory of the last time Ville did that. They had been so completely wasted and he had allowed Ville to paint his toenails ‘hot pink’. His friends and family had made fun of him for weeks, but the memory of the night had been too hilarious, so he had let it stay on till it had completely disappeared. It had been the first night they had slept in the same room, without anyone else, as real best friends. Bam would never forget it.

“Great, let’s go.”

They both reached out for the same bag, ready to carry them up the stairs, and their fingers touched near the handle. Bam almost saw Ville’s fingers grazing his own in slow motion and opened his hand, sliding his hand further so their fingers laced. He didn’t mean to. It wasn’t like he wanted to make his feelings so obvious. But it was somehow beyond his control. Like something that he would have done in a fanfic.

Ville’s hand closed around Bam’s in a reflex, and he looked up with widened eyes. Right into Bam’s blue ones. This wasn’t like any other time. They had held hands, hugged, flirted and fooled around. All labelled as drunken jokes and them just being silly. This….no, it was nothing like any of those moments. There were no cameras, no friends to impress.

Bam’s eyes were filled with fear and shock, but Ville also discovered something else. Was is despair? Why did he look like he was going to beg or plead for something? Could it be…?

Bam could feel nothing but Ville’s warm fingers laced with his and tried to read his friends face. He was shocked, yeah, but he also gave him a look of wonder. Like he was trying to read Bam’s mind. Could he know?

“Ville, my dear could you come here for a second?”

Bang, ruined! The whole moment. Ville’s fingers slipped, Bam’s gaze shifted. Gone. They shared one last look and then stared at everything but each other.

“I’ll bring your stuff up. You go see what Ape wants.” Bam told Ville, with a lousy attempt to keep his voice steady.

“Ok, Bam Bam.” Ville nodded, and turned around towards the kitchen without another word.

‘He still uses my pet name. He is not mad at me.’ Was the first thing that shot trough Bam’s mind as the dragged the heavy suitcases up the stairs.

He was terrified his little slip would ruin Ville’s whole stay. If he got uncomfortable around Bam by knowing thing were different, it would change things forever. It would change the one thing that made his life worth …anything at all. Ville was his best friend, his idol, and as far he was concerned, his soul mate. Even before this whole thing started, without Ville, he would have been miserable.

‘And because of Ville, I’m miserable too. Goddamnit.’

They just needed to pretend this never happened. They just needed to forget. Hell, Ville had probably already forgotten. It hadn’t meant anything. It had been a few seconds, no longer. Their hands had touched, no big deal.

‘It didn’t mean anything. It was no-big-deal.’

But subconsciously he couldn’t stop rubbing the burning skin were Ville’s fingers had touched his.

“You called, Ape?”

Ville walked into the kitchen with a polite smile. After that moment out there…he felt a little lightheaded. It was probably the smallest touch he and Bam ever exchanged, but now his skin was tingling on that spot, and he couldn’t ignore the feeling. He tried to clear his mind while leaning against the counter. Oh yeah, Ape had called for him.

“Ville, I am really glad you’re here, because I’m afraid Bam is not doing so well.” She said with an I’m-a-concerned-mother kind of voice, and Ville knew she was serious.

“Something’s wrong with Bammie? What do you mean, what…?”

‘Oh god, he is not sick or anything is he? ’ Ville started to panic a little at the thought of Bam being in danger.

“Calm down dear, it’s nothing very serious. Or at least I hope it’s not.” April bit her lower lip, and Ville knew she was really concerned about her son. It wasn’t ‘not serious’, this was really something.

“Tell me April.” He demanded as he sat down on one of the barstools and fumbled with his hands.

“Well, Bam is…I don’t know, depressed, I think. He locks himself in his room, and doesn’t come out for…well sometimes entire days. And he cries...”

“He cries?”

“Well, he doesn’t show it of course, but I can tell. His eyes are often red and puffy and he doesn’t even pull pranks on us anymore. He seems like a completely different person. It really scares me.”

“But…but…have you?”

“I tried to talk to him but he refuses to tell me what’s wrong. I hoped that you could…”

April covered his hand with hers and looked at him with pleading, watery eyes. Ville knew what she was asking, and nodded his head.

“Yeah, of course. I just don’t understand. I noticed Bam being, well…perhaps a little different, but nothing too serious.”

“I know, he is doing better now that you’re here. I was hoping he would. This morning he was actually downstairs for breakfast.”

“I’ll try to figure out what is bugging him Ape. Trust me, it will all be fine.” Ville rubbed the woman’s shoulder, trying to comfort her in a way. She was hurting, he could tell, and wondered if things had really been as bad as she just told him.

It was so unlike Bammie. Locking himself up, crying…No, that was not like Bam at all.
Ville shook his head in concern and walked over to the staircase, looking up with a worry in his soulful green eyes.

“Don’t worry Bam. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it all better. No matter what is bugging you. I’ll do whatever it takes.” He silently promised before he made his way up the staircase to Bam’s room.

Hi sweethearts!
First of, a special thanks to Le Petit Mort for becoming my Beta. Thanks sweety, so nice you’d do this for me!
So yeah, I’m building up the tension hihi! But there will be an explosion soon, promise! Aaaah, how I love to build up tension *sign*
Anyway, Thanks so much for the sweet reviews! I just love it that you guys love my story, but you are also very sweet about the whole ‘my-friend-had-a-boyfriend-and-kind-of-forgotten-me-completely thing. Glad (in a weird twisted way) to hear I am not the only one this happened to =) But I guess I’m trying to turn it into something good, cause when I’m a bit down I usually come up with better stuff! =P
But, this is not my online diary, and I won’t bug you with my personal stuff, and just update often! Bet you guys like that way more =D
So, really hope you like it, VAM cupcakes for you all =D,
Much Love!
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