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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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They sat quietly at the table. Ville smiled at April as he took a mouthful of the warm tomato soup.

“This is delicious.”

“I’m so glad you like it.” She beamed. “I only have Phil and Bam to cook for, and sometimes I think they’d rather have a pizza.”

“I can’t imagine why.” Her smile widened.

“Eat up, eat up, you’re too thin.” She sliced him another piece of homemade bread. Phil and Bam rolled their eyes at each other.

“If you’re done stroking April’s ego, I’d like to hear about your family.” Phil said, eating his own soup.

“Well, we’re from Finland.”

“Finland! How romantic. I thought you had an accent, but I didn’t know where from.” April gushed.

“Ape, let him talk.” Phil patted her hand. She stared intently at the young Finn at her table.

“My mother is a housewife. She raised my little brother and I. She was the one who made the decision to come here to the states. She said Finland was nice, but she thought here in America we’d have more opportunities.

My father,” he stopped here, the tops of his ears turning red.

Bam found himself watching the slow, pink blush that spread across the other boy’s cheeks. He noticed the way it highlighted the well sculpted cheekbones there, and the way it made his eyes impossibly bigger.

What the hell? He shook himself out of that quickly. Must be the pain meds they had him on that had him so confused. Sheesh. Better cut back.

“What honey?” April prompted. Ville took a sip of his water glass.

“Myfatherrunsasexshop.” It came out as one word. He was used to saying it like that when Hayley wasn’t around. Other times he’d say it slowly, quietly, and Hayley glared at anyone who dared to be obnoxious about it.

Codependency at its finest.

“Which one?” Phil asked, interested as April gaped. She quickly covered up her shock and elbowed her husband.
“The one on the corner of West and Main? Or the one
next to the---.” He stopped short as he noticed his wife giving him the evil eye.

“And just how do you know that there’s more than one sex shop in West Chester? And how do you know where the locations of these shops are?” she demanded. Bam caught Ville’s eye and grinned.

Ville smiled back shyly.

“Vito.” Phil blurted. Ville thought for a second he might be speaking in tongues.

“I thought I told you to stop listening when he talked.” April mumbled. The soup bowls empty, she stood and collected them. She carried them to the sink and came back with plates laden with roast beef, potatoes, and green beans.

“Oh wow, you made this?” Ville’s eyes went wide.

“Sure,” April smiled. “You act like you’ve never eaten before in your life.”

“I’m just not used to this.” It was true. Anita usually made tuna noodle casserole, or Hamburger Helper. Rarely did she make a feast like this.

Bam buried his face in his plate and kept half an ear on the conversation as the figure skater filled his parents in on his little brother, what he remembered of life back in Finland, and his extra activities.

“You figure skate!” Ape squealed. Bam groaned.

“You just had to tell her, didn’t you?” he mock glared at the other boy, and the teasing light in his eye made another pink blush rise.

“I do,” he confessed. “I enjoy it.”

“Oh, you’ll just have to invite me to your next recital. I love figure skating, don’t I, Phil?”

“Yeah.” Phil swallowed the mouthful of beef in his mouth.

“I haven’t heard a girl get so excited about the fact I skate since Hayley.” Ville chuckled.

“Hayley, is that your girlfriend?” Ape was rising to gather the plates. For some reason, Bam felt the food he’d just eaten turn to a lump in his stomach. He glued his eyes to the figure skater.

“No!” he said quickly. “Hayley’s my best friend. She has been since kindergarten. Dating her would be… Ew,” he wrinkled his nose.

For some reason, Bam’s heart started beating faster in his chest. He was almost scared the other people at the table could hear it. And for some other reason, he noticed how cute Ville’s nose was, particularly when wrinkled.

Yeah, it was definitely the pills.

**

They were served chocolate cake, unfrosted, with whipped cream for dessert. Ville’s plate looked as though it had been licked clean, though his tongue never touched it. Bam wasn’t so mannerly.

Ape decided to ignore her son’s behavior in favor of the charming boy. She was delighted by him, and he seemed to enjoy her as well. When they’d finished their cake and coffee, Ville rose with her to collect the plates. He helped her carry them to the sink and then asked if she needed help cleaning up.

“Oh no dear,” she draped a motherly arm around his shoulder and squeezed. “Phil will help me later.”

“All right then.” He smiled. They walked back out to the dining room. Ville checked his watch.

“I really must be getting home. Thank you, Mrs. Margera, for the delicious dinner and the lovely evening.”

“April.” She corrected him. “Call me April. And you’re welcome to come anytime you want, Ville.”

“Thank you,” he impulsively hugged her. He shook Phil’s hand. Bam jumped up from the table.

“I’ll walk you out.” He offered. Ville paused and then smiled another shy smile. Bam had been hoping for that, he liked the way those smiles made him feel. They put a bubbly sort of feeling in his tummy.

Bam opened the door and they stood on the porch. The cool air caused their breath to plume in front of their faces, white clouds that didn’t quite come between them. They regarded each other with hot eyes.

“I’m sorry for what I almost called you in my bedroom.” Bam offered.

“I know you are. I know you couldn’t help it, either.” Ville took a tiny step closer to him. Bam was surprised that he didn’t have the urge to step back. On the contrary, he rather wanted to step closer to the other boy.

“Why couldn’t I help it?” he murmured.

“Because,” Ville said softly. He leaned close. Bam was sure he could hear the thudding of his heart. He thought that he was about to be kissed. He would never even dare to think about it too hard, but he wanted to be kissed.

Just a little. He wanted it just a little.

And he wouldn’t ever admit to himself that he was just the tiniest bit disappointed when Ville didn’t kiss him. Instead he picked up the silver dog tags in his long, delicate fingers. And Bam would never confess that he was starting to wonder just what those fingers could do.

The fingers held the tags tightly, feeling the cold metal against sensitive skin. He bent forward and blew softly on the metal to warm it up. Bam felt shivers run up and down his spine.

“Wear this,” Ville pulled his collar out with an index finger and dropped the necklace down. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Bam whispered. “I’ll wear it.”

“Good night Bam the hockey player.”

“Good night, Ville the figure skater.” Bam leaned against the door to watch the Finn go, hands shoved in his pockets as he disappeared down the dark street. He pressed his palm against his chest, felt the solid metal there.

Yes, he would wear it.
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