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Don't Close Your Eyes	By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3703 -:- 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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AN: Nkrunda, that happens with me and my friends all the time! I haven't had an order of McNuggets to myself in about three years.

“Hey!” a bright voice shocked Bam out of his sulking. He glared. A girl not far from his age was standing there, head tilted to the side. He noted her artificially flaming hair and the peircings in her ears.
“Are you the hockey player?”

“Not anymore,” Bam sulked. She titled her head to the other side. “What are you doing here? Are you a nurse?”

“Not really,” she shook her head. “Just a lowly
candy stripper.”

“Candy stripper?” Bam repeated as he wrinkled his nose. “What does that mean?”

“That means I’m free labor.” She joked. She wandered into his room and plumped his pillow.

“Really?”

“No, I want to be here.” She assured him, tidying up some lose paper on his floor.

“Where do you go to school?” suddenly, Bam was desperate for this girl to stay in here and talk to him longer.

“West Chester Public. You?”

“West Chester Public.”

“Oh, really? I’m a junior.”

“I’m a sophomore. I hang out with Dunn and Raab?” he was aware that he was babbling, but he could bring himself to care.

“Oh, you’re one of the skater boys!” she laughed. Bam wasn’t sure if she was making fun of him or not, so he could only shrug.

“What crowd do you run with?”

“Oh, everyone I guess. I don’t like to limit myself to one group of people.” She flipped her hair.

“I see,” he didn’t really. Wasn’t it great to have one group of friends you liked to hang out with?

“But you play hockey, right? They said that we got one of you again. We out to rent out a room to your team, as much as you all are in and out of this
place.” She fingered one of the hoops in her ear.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“I’m Hayley. What’s your name?”

“Bam,” he offered her a hand. She shook it with a smile.

“Well, Bam. I think that I am going to let you rest. When are they letting you out of here?”

“Tomorrow. They said tomorrow.”

“All right. I will see you when you get back to school, Bam.” She smiled and waved a little bit before walking out.

As soon as she had gotten out, she hurried
outside on her break. Normally she used the opportunity to steal a smoke, ignoring the dirty looks that patients gave her. Yeah, she knew a lot of their loved ones had cancer, were losing lungs. But this was her life, and she didn’t see the point in living it in a way that wasn’t going to make her happy.

She stood under her favorite tree and pulled her cell phone out of her panic. Searching for her address book, she found a familiar name. She held the handset to her ear, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Hello?” a sleepy voice offered.

“Mige, you’re not sleeping already, are you babe?”

“No, of course not!” but the way he slurred his words betrayed him. He was known for dozing off in front of his television.
“Aren’t you at the hospital atoning for all the horrible things you do?”

“That is not why I volunteer!”

“Oh no? I believe I’ve heard you say as you’ve egged people’s houses; ‘Karma can’t get me for this one!’”

“That had nothing to do with volunteering.” Hayley rolled her eyes.

“Then what was it, hon?” Mige sounded amused.

“That person deserved it. She tripped me in the hallway. I was just giving her a little pay back. Karma would understand that.”

“It’s not your job to sort Karma out, baby. Why are you calling, anyway?”

“Oh, that’s right!” she suddenly remembered. “I found Ville’s hockey player!”

“Found? What do you mean by found?” she heard the flick of a lighter and suddenly ached from some nicotine herself.

“He’s here at the hospital.”

“Shit, you didn’t say anything to him, did you?” Mige sounded panicked.

“No,” she was indignant. “What sort of person do you take me for?”

“The kind who doesn’t always know when to keep her mouth shut.” Her boyfriend answered honestly. Hayley let out her breath in a huff.

“Think I should call Ville?”

“I think you should keep out of it, Hayley Jillian!” Mige spat. “Promise me that you’re going to leave this alone.”

“Oooh, please?” she whined.

“Hayley,” there was a warning in his voice.

“You never let me have any fun.” She pouted.

“Sorry, I just don’t feel right knowing I’ve unleashed you on the world.”

“Fine, I promise.” She sighed.

“Good girl,” there was a pause. “Call me to tell me goodnight, okay? I miss it when you don’t.”

“I’m sorry baby, I just forgot last night. I had a butt load of homework.”

“I know.” He assured her. “It won’t take long. I just like hearing you tell me goodnight, that’s all.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too, Hayley.” They hung up. Hayley leaned against a tree, sticking a cigarette in her mouth. She thoughtfully watched the traffic rushing by the hospital. So she had promised SHE wouldn’t get involved.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t recruit someone else. With a smirk, she scuffed out her cigarette.

Mige really had yet to learn how to keep a handle on her.

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Ville laid flat on his back, staring up at his ceiling. He couldn’t quite work up the energy to go and turn on his stereo. He would love to have some tunes, but wallowing in his self pity was good too.

He’d just rolled over onto his stomach to smother in his silk pillows when the phone rang. It wasn’t usual for him to have the extension is his room, but after a late night gab session with Hayley he had left it by his bed.

It rang patiently as he dug through some jeans and a few hoodies to find it. The caller ID displayed a number he wasn’t familiar with. Frowning, he clicked the answer button.

“Hello?”

“Um, hi.” It was a feminine voice, adult. Ville knew that it wasn’t Hayley’s mother looking for her, because she also answered confidently. He figured it was one of his mother’s work friends.

“Hi,” he repeated.

“You probably don’t remember me…” she trailed off, waiting for him to jump in and exclaim that he did, of course. But Ville hated that game where you pretended to know someone and waited for them to give you enough clues into who they were to confirm it.

“No, I’m sorry.”

“I’m April Margera.” There was another pause. “You took my son to the hospital after his accident at the ice rink.”

“Oh yes! How is he? Is he all right?” he tried not to sound too eager, but April’s chuckle told him he hadn’t quite managed it.

“He’s got a broken rib, but the doctor said he should recover just fine. Anyway, darling, you never did call me about supper.”

“Oh.” Ville swallowed. He hadn’t thought the woman was serious.

“Bam’s going back to school on Monday, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over on Friday. I know he’d just love to have someone his own age to talk to, but I’m afraid his friends are just too rough.” She sounded so disapproving.

“That would be wonderful.” Ville tried to sound put together and not giddy.

“Great! What sorts of food do you like, honey?”

“Oh, anything really.”

“Okay, then, I’ll make it a surprise.” She bubbled their address, told him to be there at seven on Friday. Ville agreed, said his goodbyes and hung up.

“I’m going to eat dinner with The Reason’s family. His mother seems to be over the moon about me. The Reason doesn’t even know my name.” he said to his pillows.
“What the hell do I wear?”
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