Pandora's Box
Chapter 1:http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/1095069.html?
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--Bam-
“Bam, wake up for fuck’s sake!” I heard Mige yelling at me while he was mercilessly shaking me. I was very drunk and his actions were just helping the awful feeling of sickness to increase in my stomach. I managed to shake him off my back and to get to the bathroom just on time before the vulcano inside of me erupted.
“What the fuck is your problem Mizee?” I swear I wished to hit him that moment. I was properly drunk and fell asleep with a smile on my face for avoiding throwing up and then he came.
“Oh shut up. I need to talk to you,” he was worried I could see it on his face. Very nervous, actually I can’t remember if I had ever seen him like this before. Mige was the happy-go-lucky type. Always joking, laughing but never worried, anxious or nervous.
“Couldn’t that wait until tomorrow?” he shook his head and I nodded as we both dropped our asses on the bed. “Where’s Willa?” I asked realizing we missed the third roommate.
“That’s what I wanted to talk about,” he sighed deep. “He stormed out of the room,” he said bow headed. That’s strange. Mige and Ville never quarreled or fought.
“Well? What happened? Where did he go?” I was nauseous but I felt worry building inside of me slowly.
“I don’t know where he is. He just left without saying where he’s going.”
“Mige what happened damn it? Are you going to tell me or not?” everything seemed so strange and awkward. I knew something was wrong and something big since Ville left without the word.
“I don’t know how to say this…’ he paused when I noticed that he’s clutching his hands on a black box resting in his lap. “Do you know what this is?” he lifted his head and I could see tears wailing up in his eyes.
“It seems familiar,” it did really, but I couldn’t understand what that piece of wood has to do with Ville and Mige.
“It’s Ville’s box. It’s his secret box. Do you know now?” he looked at me desperately.
I nodded as I was slowly remembering Ville was carrying it around and it reminded me of a launch box kids take to school. It’s funny how actually Ville acted like a very grown up mature man and in the same time he was carrying that box around like he’s ten.
“Well, I opened it today,” he waited my reaction. It seemed like he’s expecting me to hit him or yell at him but honestly I didn’t react at all for some reason.
“So…what’s inside?” I finally asked after a pause.
“First tell me what do you feel for Ville?” I had to laugh at the silly question.
“He’s my best friend and my favorite rock star. I thought everybody know that, but I’m glad now you know too,” I joked but Mige remained dead serious.
“Cut the crap Bam, OK?” now he was getting upset. “Do you love him?”
“Of course I do, everybody knows that, Mige,” I really saw no point in these questions. “What kind of question is that?”
“No, Bam,” he cut me off. “Do you love Ville like…like more than just a friend, you know?”
Ok, now I wasn’t expecting Mige to ask that, I wasn’t expecting anyone to ask me something like that, not even Ville. It was becoming very uncomfortable to be sitting in that hotel room and talk with Mige about it. No one ever asked me something like that before. I never talked about my true feelings for Ville with anybody. I thought I was hiding them good so no one could ever notice. I never wanted Ville to find out. We were just friends and I couldn’t lose him, ever.
I was very nervous and I got up off the bed and started to pace back and forth trying to think what made Mige ask me all this out of the blue. Was this just a joke for him?
“We’re just friends Mige, you know that,” my palms were lightly sweating so I was rubbing them off on my tights and running fingers through my hair. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No Bam it’s not. I’m serious you know,” he stared at me and I believed him he is serious indeed. I wished in that moment that he was joking. I felt like naked in the church during misa.
“Bam, please sit will you?” he was tapping a place on the bed beside him and his eyes were full of sympathy and understanding like he already knew how I felt. “I really need to know before I tell you anything else. And this is not a joke trust me. And whatever you say it’s going to stay between the two of us, I promise, OK?” I believed him.
“Are you in love with Ville?” tears started to fall down my face as I crushed next to him.
“God, Mige…’ I was trying to wipe my face but tears just kept rolling down. I felt Mige’s hand on my shoulders pulling me close to his chest.
“Hey, it’s ok,” he was whispering to me as I was shaking under sobs. Of course I was in love with Ville. I was in love with him since the moment I met him. I loved him more than myself but I never told anyone about it. I kept it all inside. God, it was hard to speak about it. I wanted to say it loud but I was breathless.
Mige was rocking me in his embrace and I was holding onto him like a little scared child. It was long before I calmed myself down enough to feel able to breath again.
“How did you know?” I whispered with my head still buried in his chest.
“I didn’t. I just asked without a clue and hoped you’ll say you love him. That’s all,” he was honest I knew it. I pulled slowly away from him wiping my face again. I stopped sobbing at last.
“Is that why Ville left?” he grinned for a second but soon turned serious again.
“No. Not because of you. It’s me.”
I sighed with relief but then I was confused, “You? What do you mean?”
“Well, I tried to kiss him.”
“What?!” I was shocked. Mige tried to kiss Ville? But why? Mige was married and straight.
“But…” he bowed his head. “Why, Mige?”
“Well, I opened his box today, while I was alone in the room. I was trying to find out if Ville’s in love with somebody. He doesn’t talk about it and it’s been three years since he’s completely alone, you know.” I couldn’t judge him for that. He wasn’t the only one who was worried about that. Ville could have anybody he wanted but he seemed completely uninterested.
“So I took this box and opened it and I took one of his notebooks and I wanted to see what’s inside,” he paused a bit and I didn’t want to interrupt him.“And I read on one of the pages that he’s in love with me and I don’t know why but when you two got back I tried to kiss him.”
My heart sank. Ville was in love with Mige? I felt like loosing breath again.
“But he pulled away and he got angry and ran out. I don’t know why I did it Bam. I mean, I’m married and I love Vedrana, but somehow I felt sorry for him and I thought I just owe him at least one kiss,” I was lost between wish to hit him for what he did to Ville and for making me confess my feelings and pity. He inspected my expression for a while before he continued, “I thought he wants it but when he left I was angry so I inspected his notebooks more carefully. That’s what made me come to you,” he smiled weakly at me.
“What that has to do with me? He’s in love with you…I don’t…”
“No, he’s not,” he cut me off shaking his head. “I was wrong. He was in love with me it’s true. But it was before he met you. He’s in love with you Bam. He loves you more than he had ever loved me,” my heart leaped with hope for a moment but I calmed myself down.
“That’s impossible. He…never tried anything… or ever said…”
“I know. And I don’t know how he manages to hide it all so well,” Mige pulled out few notebooks out of the box and handed them to me. “Just read it ok? I don’t want you to end like me,” he said getting up off the bed leaving me alone.
“Mige,” he turned on the door. “Thank you,’ I smiled at him and he smiled back.
“Just don’t be idiot like I am Bam, ok? It sucks you know,” he said before he got out.
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