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Okay okay. Ville time. :o)
And sorry it sounds so rushed, its because i know you dont want to hear the same stuff over and over again.
(Ville’s Point Of View starting from when Sophie Caught them…I was gonna start from the beginning and realized I was giving away to much later info so, yeah)
“I’ll call you.” I said just loud enough for Bam to hear as I pushed past him and to the door where my girlfriend just walked out of.
“Sophie…” I called out to her, pulling at her arm.
“Ville….no…fuck off.” she said pulling away and running down the stairs. I stared at her intently before following…kind of going sideways.
“Soooophie” I held her name out and caught the door when she tried to slam it. She walked steadily to her car and then got in, starting it up. I walked to the passenger seat and tried opening the door. She glared up at me and locked the door.
“Sophie!!” I began to softly bang on the window, to get her attention again. She looked back up at me and I saw tears running down her cheeks. I stared hard into those rivers and sighed with relief when she finally unlocked it and I slid in beside her.
“Baby….” I said lightly, wiping her tears away with my thumb. She leaned in to my hand and began to cry more.
“How could you do that to me…..” she said in between racking sobs. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t really say I wasn’t expecting it and I didn’t know because then she would really get pissed. It just wouldn’t make sense to her.
“Shh…” I quieted her in a whisper and rocked her a little trying to calm her.
“Please tell me. Please tell me if something is up with the two of you?”
I thought about it for a second. She pulled away and looked at me, her eyes pleading for me to say no.
“Of course not baby. Don’t you worry about that.”
After she didn’t say anything I added slowly, “Is there anything else? Are we okay?”
She paused. “We can be…if you do not hang around with him anymore. That’s just not right and you know it.”
“W-” I began, but only to be cut off.
“Now, I understand you do the whole music video shit and parties, that’s fine, I understand that but please….no more of these, ‘quality’ times together. Or…we’re through. Forever. No more. Okay?”
“Yea….yes….” I said after a second.
“Ville…please” she didn’t seem to believe me, and when I thought about it, I didn’t sound to convincing.
When I had finally convinced her though, she pulled away from Bam’s hotel complex and drove the way to our house.
The next morning I turned over in bed and stared at Sophie’s sleeping body. She had gone to bed before me and wasn’t awake to talk. I picked up my phone and dialed in Bam’s number, clearing my throat and sitting up on my elbow.
“HELLO?”
I jumped back in surprise as Bam yelled into my ear.
“…Hey.” I said reluctantly.
“Oh….how’d it go?” he asked, sounding really excited.
“Not so good….Bam I have to tell you something and I’m not sure how you’ll take it so I’m gonna come over.”
“Oh, okay.” he sounded slightly cheerful and I felt a pang of guilt. I had been in a relationship like it would be if me and Bam were to get together and when they (foreshadowing) left….it broke my heart. I couldn’t do that again.
I flipped over to see Sophie looking up at me.
“I’m going to Bam’s. I need to tell him….what we’ve decided.”
“I’m coming with you then.” she said, sitting up and brushing her hair with her fingers.
We drove the way to his house in silence. I knew she was testing me. Testing my faith to her. Twenty minutes later, I was standing at his doorstep.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, once I was in side.
I looked toward the bedroom where the nights events had happen and then nervously sat on the couch.
“Well. I talked to Sophie.”
“I know…”
“And….” I sighed, ignoring his last comment. “Bam, I finally got her to sit and listen to me after she pretty much threw all the glass plates in the place at my head and we talked it through and through and I got her to level with me.”
Yeah….so….I lied, I was scared that if I told the truth he would think I didn’t try hard enough to be with him. I had to make it sound a little better.
“Okay….” he swallowed deeply.
“Well…she said she didn’t quite understand this but she is willing to put it behind us if only I….stop hanging out with you. I mean we can still do business shit like music videos and hang out at parties just…not one on one time.” I explained quickly and lighting up a cigarette.
“What-” he stopped. His voice was cracking and I once again felt guilty.
“I got to go…” I said standing up. He stood up to and after a second he pushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes falling into it and then I remembered Sophie and pushed away looking to the ground.
“Ville, tell me you didn’t like that….you didn’t like us…look me in the eyes and tell me that.” Bam whispered.
“Sophie’s waiting in the car.” I whispered lightly and still looking at the ground. I couldn’t look him in the eye.
I DID like that. I DID like us. He was my best friend. How could I think that he would turn on me. I walked out to the car and Sophie smiled warmly. I sat in the drivers seat and she touched my hand, sending chills through my body. We drove all the way home, her congratulating me and saying I had made the right choice, all the more proving I had made the wrong.
*****
I sat with my back to the window, smoking my cigarette and with the phone to my ear. I had been calling Bam for the past two days, wanting to tell him what I so badly wanted. I decided I can’t hold myself from my feelings.
“Hello?”
FINALLY I GOT AN ANSWER.
“Hey Bam, I was thinking” I said, happy to hear his voice. “I was calling yesterday but no one picked up.”
“Well, I was thinking and after a while I knew you were write….Me and Sophie….we decided….or I decided, I rather be with you.” I continued when he didn’t say anything, hoping he was still on the line. I much rather talk to his face but….I felt I needed to see how he reacted first.
“What are you saying?” Bam said slowly.
“Bam….we can finally be what you want…well, what I want, we want. You know?”
“I don’t understand,”
“I’ve just had a change of heart, you know?”
He laughed.
“What in the hell is that suppose to mean Ville.” Bam said, hanging up. I sat there for a second listening to the dial tone. What was that about. Change of heart….lame excuse for I made the wrong choice and I just don’t want to admit it.
Come on Mr. Romantic, you stupid jerk. I stood up, throwing my cigarette out the window and rushing down the stairs and to my car, once again driving the path to his apartments. I needed to talk to his face. There was no other way around this. I needed to see him and see if I had screwed this up for good.
When I finally made it to his place, I jumped out and walked up the stairs carefully. I hesitated right out side his door. I raised my hand to knock and then lowered it. I can’t do this.
Well...i'm going back to Bam's point of View next. he's easier to write in, but i hope i did okay. :o(
And sorry it sounds so rushed, its because i know you dont want to hear the same stuff over and over again.
(Ville’s Point Of View starting from when Sophie Caught them…I was gonna start from the beginning and realized I was giving away to much later info so, yeah)
“I’ll call you.” I said just loud enough for Bam to hear as I pushed past him and to the door where my girlfriend just walked out of.
“Sophie…” I called out to her, pulling at her arm.
“Ville….no…fuck off.” she said pulling away and running down the stairs. I stared at her intently before following…kind of going sideways.
“Soooophie” I held her name out and caught the door when she tried to slam it. She walked steadily to her car and then got in, starting it up. I walked to the passenger seat and tried opening the door. She glared up at me and locked the door.
“Sophie!!” I began to softly bang on the window, to get her attention again. She looked back up at me and I saw tears running down her cheeks. I stared hard into those rivers and sighed with relief when she finally unlocked it and I slid in beside her.
“Baby….” I said lightly, wiping her tears away with my thumb. She leaned in to my hand and began to cry more.
“How could you do that to me…..” she said in between racking sobs. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t really say I wasn’t expecting it and I didn’t know because then she would really get pissed. It just wouldn’t make sense to her.
“Shh…” I quieted her in a whisper and rocked her a little trying to calm her.
“Please tell me. Please tell me if something is up with the two of you?”
I thought about it for a second. She pulled away and looked at me, her eyes pleading for me to say no.
“Of course not baby. Don’t you worry about that.”
After she didn’t say anything I added slowly, “Is there anything else? Are we okay?”
She paused. “We can be…if you do not hang around with him anymore. That’s just not right and you know it.”
“W-” I began, but only to be cut off.
“Now, I understand you do the whole music video shit and parties, that’s fine, I understand that but please….no more of these, ‘quality’ times together. Or…we’re through. Forever. No more. Okay?”
“Yea….yes….” I said after a second.
“Ville…please” she didn’t seem to believe me, and when I thought about it, I didn’t sound to convincing.
When I had finally convinced her though, she pulled away from Bam’s hotel complex and drove the way to our house.
The next morning I turned over in bed and stared at Sophie’s sleeping body. She had gone to bed before me and wasn’t awake to talk. I picked up my phone and dialed in Bam’s number, clearing my throat and sitting up on my elbow.
“HELLO?”
I jumped back in surprise as Bam yelled into my ear.
“…Hey.” I said reluctantly.
“Oh….how’d it go?” he asked, sounding really excited.
“Not so good….Bam I have to tell you something and I’m not sure how you’ll take it so I’m gonna come over.”
“Oh, okay.” he sounded slightly cheerful and I felt a pang of guilt. I had been in a relationship like it would be if me and Bam were to get together and when they (foreshadowing) left….it broke my heart. I couldn’t do that again.
I flipped over to see Sophie looking up at me.
“I’m going to Bam’s. I need to tell him….what we’ve decided.”
“I’m coming with you then.” she said, sitting up and brushing her hair with her fingers.
We drove the way to his house in silence. I knew she was testing me. Testing my faith to her. Twenty minutes later, I was standing at his doorstep.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, once I was in side.
I looked toward the bedroom where the nights events had happen and then nervously sat on the couch.
“Well. I talked to Sophie.”
“I know…”
“And….” I sighed, ignoring his last comment. “Bam, I finally got her to sit and listen to me after she pretty much threw all the glass plates in the place at my head and we talked it through and through and I got her to level with me.”
Yeah….so….I lied, I was scared that if I told the truth he would think I didn’t try hard enough to be with him. I had to make it sound a little better.
“Okay….” he swallowed deeply.
“Well…she said she didn’t quite understand this but she is willing to put it behind us if only I….stop hanging out with you. I mean we can still do business shit like music videos and hang out at parties just…not one on one time.” I explained quickly and lighting up a cigarette.
“What-” he stopped. His voice was cracking and I once again felt guilty.
“I got to go…” I said standing up. He stood up to and after a second he pushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes falling into it and then I remembered Sophie and pushed away looking to the ground.
“Ville, tell me you didn’t like that….you didn’t like us…look me in the eyes and tell me that.” Bam whispered.
“Sophie’s waiting in the car.” I whispered lightly and still looking at the ground. I couldn’t look him in the eye.
I DID like that. I DID like us. He was my best friend. How could I think that he would turn on me. I walked out to the car and Sophie smiled warmly. I sat in the drivers seat and she touched my hand, sending chills through my body. We drove all the way home, her congratulating me and saying I had made the right choice, all the more proving I had made the wrong.
*****
I sat with my back to the window, smoking my cigarette and with the phone to my ear. I had been calling Bam for the past two days, wanting to tell him what I so badly wanted. I decided I can’t hold myself from my feelings.
“Hello?”
FINALLY I GOT AN ANSWER.
“Hey Bam, I was thinking” I said, happy to hear his voice. “I was calling yesterday but no one picked up.”
“Well, I was thinking and after a while I knew you were write….Me and Sophie….we decided….or I decided, I rather be with you.” I continued when he didn’t say anything, hoping he was still on the line. I much rather talk to his face but….I felt I needed to see how he reacted first.
“What are you saying?” Bam said slowly.
“Bam….we can finally be what you want…well, what I want, we want. You know?”
“I don’t understand,”
“I’ve just had a change of heart, you know?”
He laughed.
“What in the hell is that suppose to mean Ville.” Bam said, hanging up. I sat there for a second listening to the dial tone. What was that about. Change of heart….lame excuse for I made the wrong choice and I just don’t want to admit it.
Come on Mr. Romantic, you stupid jerk. I stood up, throwing my cigarette out the window and rushing down the stairs and to my car, once again driving the path to his apartments. I needed to talk to his face. There was no other way around this. I needed to see him and see if I had screwed this up for good.
When I finally made it to his place, I jumped out and walked up the stairs carefully. I hesitated right out side his door. I raised my hand to knock and then lowered it. I can’t do this.
Well...i'm going back to Bam's point of View next. he's easier to write in, but i hope i did okay. :o(