The First Step Is Admitting (10/10)
I want to thank everyone who has had the patience to read this and wait for updates and such. To everyone who's left me feedback, you guys rock!
I also want to thank the timeless Savage Garden whose song Truly Madly Deeply inspired the sappy parts of this chapter. XD
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Tittle: The First Step Is Admitting
POV: Third
Pairing: Vam, Linde/Mige, Gas/Burton.
Notes: Slash.
Linde cooking. (If he burns toast, I wouldn't let him near the kitchen with a ten-foot barge pole, but, as you know, this is fiction.)
mention of self-harm
Rating: PG-13
Comments: Are love
Disclaimer: If I owned any of them, I'd be over the moon. Sadly never happened. (Or maybe it did and we didn't hear about it.)
Previous chapters:
Chapter one: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3136111.html#cutid1
Chapter two: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3137169.html#cutid1
Chapter three: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3138196.html#cutid1
Chaper four: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3140029.html#cutid1
Chapter five: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3142007.html#cutid1
Chapter six: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3145434.html#cutid1
Chapter seven: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3146789.html#cutid1
Chapter eight: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3204337.html#cutid1
Chapter nine: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3207451.html#cutid1
Migé took a deep breath as he entered the kitchen. There was no evidence of the state of distruction Ville had caused. Linde was standing over a pot, stirring something that smelled like soup of some kind.
“Hey Linde,” Migé said quietly.
A smile appeared on Linde’s face, as he heard Migé’s familiar voice. He whipped around, letting the wooden spoon fall to the side of the pot. His expression softened as he threw his arms around Migé. The bass player hugged him back, tightly. The hug seemed to go for longer than usual. And they only let go when the soup started to boil over.
“So,” Linde said, rescuing dinner. “What brings you here?”
Migé grinned. “You. There’s something we need to talk about.”
Linde kept a calm exterior, but inside, his heart jumped into his mouth. “What is it?”
“You can relax, you’re not in trouble.”
“How did you-?” Linde stopped. He and Migé had been friends long enough to know when the other was lying through his back teeth.
Migé put an arm around Linde’s shoulders and whispered, “I’m in love with you. Truly, madly, deeply.”
Linde smiled and slipped an arm around Migé’s waist. “I love you too.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gas was absent-mindedly channel surfing when Burton entered the living room. The keyboarder took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around and run away.
“Hey Burton,” Gas said, looking up. He flicked the TV off and motioned for Burton to sit beside him.
“Hey,” Burton replied, nervously. He wasn’t sure how Gas would take to his feelings, so he just let how he felt come tumbling out. “I-really-really-like-you-even-though-you-drive-me-to-the-point-of-insanity-sometimes.”
Gas opened and closed his mouth a few times at the confession. “So, Linde was right.”
“Of course he was right,” Burton said. “Wait a sec, how come Linde knew? I didn’t tell anyone.”
Gas grinned. “That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out.”
Burton rolled his eyes.
“Burt?”
“Hmmm…?”
“I like you too.”Burton grinned. “You’re a softie, you know.”
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Ville looked up at Bam. The skater seemed preoccupied. In other words, he wasn’t running around, throwing things at people.
“What’s on your mind, Bammie?” Ville asked, quietly.
Bam sighed. “Why’d you cut yourself, Willa?”
Ville bit his lip. “It’s complicated.”
“You keep saying that, but you won’t tell me how,” Bam replied, exasperated.
“Fine, I did it about two days ago, when I had no idea that you shared my feelings. I thought, I thought you…” Ville buried his face in his hands.
“You thought, what, Willa?” Bam persisted gently.
Ville took a deep breath. “I thought you’d never like me the way I liked you. And I figured it was easier to end my life, and not have you care about me.”
Bam closed his eyes as he fought back tears. “Oh, Viltsu,” his voice was choked with emotion. A few tears broke the barrier that had been holding them, and they slid slowly down his cheeks. “Promise me, you’ll never do anything like that again.”
Ville almost freaked out. He had never meant to make Bam cry. He hadn’t even intended to show anyone the state of the inside of his elbow. “Bammie, come on. Kulta. Don’t cry. Please.”
Bam sniffled, hiccuped and nodded.
“I promise never to do anything like that again,” Ville told him, quietly.Bam looked up at him and could see the truth in his emerald eyes.
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Linde took dinner off the stove. He was lucky it wasn’t burnt or evaporated. He and Migé had gotten up to god only knows what, and forgotton all about the bread in the oven and the soup on the stove.
“Do you want to get out bowls and set the table?” Linde said as Migé nipped at his neck.
Migé pouted but moved to set the table.
The table was set, the soup spooned into bowls, the bread, still steaming.
“Oi! You lot! Dinner!” Boomed Linde.
Migé grinned and sat down next to Linde.
“Linde cooked?” Burton asked with raised eyebrows as he, Ville, Bam and Gas made their way to the dining room.
“Apparently so,” Gas replied lightly.
THE END