When He cried.
He left. Dropped off the face of the earth. Left without warning...left without a goodbye.
Bam hadn't come from his room in a week. A week without eatting anything. A week without human contact. A week of his friends and his mother begging him through the door to come out. The only thing that could make him leave the bed was the natural removal of waste from his body. Luckly for him, his bathroom was connected to his bedroom.
The first day was the hardest. He slept for a good part of it, but the part that he didn't was spent crying and praying to who ever might be up there that Ville would return. That was the day he was selfish. The day he wanted Ville to himself. The day he didn't care if he called Linde or Midge....as long as he called him. And really, Bam didn't want him to call anyone but himself. He wanted Ville to miss him. He wanted Ville to feel the heart ache he felt.
The second day was spent trying very hard to ignore Ryan sitting outside of his room all day begging him to come out. It broke his heart to hear his friend truly worried for him, but he wasn't coming out. Even if Ryan told him he was dying out side of the door. Nothing could make him move. He felt so numb. So unloved. So misused.
The third day he got a call on his cell phone, that he didn't pick up of course. It was Jonna. She left a message that told him that Ville had left her a note saying the wedding was off and that his heart belonged to a certain curly haired blue eyed skater. The rest of the message was Jonna being a bitch about how he took Ville from her and bullshit like that. If he had really taken him away...why wasn't he here with him now?
The forth day Bam slept. He didn't wake when April was banging on the door. He didn't wake when Missy left the house, leaving him a note telling him it was over. He didn't wake as Ryan cried outside the door telling him how much this is hurting him. He didn't wake as tears fell from his closed eyes. He just slept. No dreams at all.
The fifth day Bam turned on his radio. The song that came on was "For you". Ville's beautiful voice fell over him and covered his body. He felt as if the beautiful Finnish man's voice was choking him, and indeed he couldn't breath. He began to dry heave, trying to find some type of breath. But to no avail. He past out.
The sixth day he woke with the radio still playing some random song. He cried. Sobs. He cried himself into a child like state. Yelling at the top of his lungs for Ville. Begging him to hold him. Crying. Just crying. Tears.
The seventh day he woke. He woke with Ville, holding him. He woke with his dark haired angel sleeping peacfully. He ran his hands over his face, feeling the softness of his skin...and he knew it would be okay. He always did get what he wanted when he cried.