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Adventures in suburbia	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1175 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Adventures in suburbia
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-THE END!!!
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~*~here's capter five for my one reviewer. thanks for bothering. this is just about the end of all the boring background stuff, and from here on out, it's going to be he usual brand of violence, fucked up shit and untimely death that you have come to excpect from me~*~md

“So,” Sari said after she had loaded an exhausted Dylan into the car and she was standing there with Ville and Charlie.
“So what?” Charlie bounced around, excited from too much cake and still slightly dazed at being so near one of her idols. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, trying not to be annoying. As this was her natural state, it was kind of hard for her to do.
“So genius, have you thought of where he’s going to stay? Or was this the end of your master plan?” Sari gestured at Ville with her own cigarette.
He frowned at her, “He is perfectly capable of finding his own place to stay.” But he looked at bit worried. Getting him to the party had been the end of the master plan.
“Of course I have asshole.” Charlie stuck out her tongue, “He’s staying with you.”
She looked at the baby in the car, then to Ville, “It’s not that I mind, but we get up pretty early. I mean earlier than you’re probably used to.”
“I don’t mind.” He shrugged.
“Alright then. Looks like you’ve got your shit together.” Charlie hugged Sari and waved to Ville, “I’m going to head on home. Call me tomorrow.” She walked off down to where her POS truck was parked.
“She’s so abrupt.” Ville commented, finishing his cigarette.
Sari shrugged, used to her friend’s randomness, “You should see her drunk, or stoned.” She threw her butt in the street, “Ready?”
“Yeah.” Ville folded himself in the car.

He watched her get into the car with that guy. He looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place him.
Mike had been to far away to hear the conversation, but the fact that that guy was in the car with Sari and Dylan was enough to piss him off. That the guy was friendly to Charlie pissed him off further. That bitch was always in his way, telling Sari things like she didn’t need him and that it was okay for her to never want to see him again.
He sagged a little in his seat, feeling the drugs start to leave his system. A quick look around and he pulled out a pipe, already loaded and took a hit, cracking the window after he finished the bowl so the acrid smoke could escape. He had to get back to the house he was staying at. His new lady was probably missing her car by then.
He hated her. She wasn’t Sari. He wanted Sari. Mike still couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t get back together with him. He knew she still loved him. She had to. You didn’t spend three years with someone and have their kid if you didn’t love them. Why was she being so stubborn? A year later and she wouldn’t even answer his phone calls if he called from a number she recognized.
He started the car and headed down the street, wondering what he would have to do to get her back.

“Alright, that’s the guest room.” Sari pointed to the last room down he hall, “Bathroom’s right there. I’m going to put her to bed, so I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She disappeared into Dylan’s room leaving Ville to settle himself.
Ville went into the guest room and looked around. There was junk everywhere. He could see a bed under the window, but it was surrounded by a desk, a table, two dressers and boxes marked “Christmas” “Halloween” “clothes” “stuff” and “crap I don’t need.”
He set his bag on the bed and took off his shoes, looking at a box marked “pictures.”
Curious, he opened it and started to look through the pictures. There were some of Dylan. More of Sari and other people. He recognized Charlie and Cari in a lot of them. There was one of Sari with a guy who had four inch liberty spikes flipping off the camera, another one showed her hugging a black man who looked like he belonged in a “Come to Jamaica” advertisement. But the one that caught his attention was of her and a guy who had Dylan’s eyes. Looking at the man and a picture of Dylan, there was no denying that this was the baby’s father. He flipped the picture over, “Me & Mike,” was all it said.
“Hmm.” He put the pictures away and went to the living room, taking in his surroundings. The walls were covered with pictures of Dylan, Sari’s parents, people he assumed were her friends. He smiled at a picture of Dylan pulling on Charlie’s nose ring.
“And she’s done.” Sari said, coming out of the hall, “Do you want anything to drink?”
“No thank you.” Ville said, turning around, “I didn’t mean to come out here and have you stuck with me.” He said apologetically.
“It’s no big deal.” She shrugged and sat down on the couch.
Ville sat on the other end, “All the same thank you for letting me use your extra room.”
She smiled sheepishly, “Sorry about the mess. Usually that’s just a junk room.”
“I noticed.” He smiled gently, “So what do you do for fun once the kid’s asleep?”
“Watch TV.” She blushed, “Talk to you.”
“Perfect. Now we can have a conversation face to face for once.”

Charlie parked on the street in front of her apartment, feeling rather smug, and not a little jealous. It just figured that this singer she was in love with would have a thing for her best friend. Story of her life. Oh well. Sari deserved to have someone good in her life. After Mike fucked her all up, it was time for her to have someone good.
She unlocked her front door and stepped inside, eyes automatically going to the blank spot on the wall where a huge poster of Ville once hung. When he had started talking to Sari a lot, and then her, she’d taken it down. It was one thing to have giant pictures of sexy band members on her wall, quite another to have large blown up pictures of friends hanging.
Making yet another mental note to put something in its place, she sat down in front of the computer, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do with the rest of her night.
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