(no subject)
and again...here's chappie #4 for all those reading...although I don't know if I'm going to post any chapters soon...from the bad news and all...
He took off the black beanie once more and raked his fingers through his black hair. The room was deathly quiet and set a somber mood. It hit Ville then just how close Bam had come to dying. How close he had come to watching one of the people he cared most about leaving his sight forever. Tears started to well up in his eyes and Ville cursed himself.
"Not again damn it," he muttered, "stop being so weak Valo," he added, wiping the tears out from underneath his eyes.
He hunched over and messed with the hem of his old beanie, but this time he couldn't stop the tears from coming. His shoulders shook with silent sobs. He crossed his arms and laid them down on the edge of Bam's bed, laying his head into them. His cries were muffled by the bed spread and soon they had all but ceased as Ville pulled himself together.
"I can't believe you still have that old hat Vil'," a ragged, yet familiar voice whispered, "it looks gross, why don't you ever just throw it away and buy a new one?"
Ville's head snapped up and he smiled as he saw Bam was awake, blue eyes sparkling. He wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve and looked to the beanie he held tightly in his hands. "Yeah, well, you know me Brandon, can't let go of sentimental things," Ville stated in a sarcastic tone, stifling a laugh.
Bam cleared his throat and immediately regretted the move. He winced in slight pain, blinking quickly to clear his mind. "You've had that since you first came here dude and don't call me Brandon, you know how much I hate that name."
Ville looked to Bam when he expressed pain. Once he saw that his friend was alright, the singer smiled. "Well, yeah, that's true I have had it for that long." Then, he held up a finger and raised his eyeborws, "But, if I remember correctly, you're the one who gave it to me insisting my hair looked like shit."
Bam grinned wryly, And I see you haven't made many improvements on that matter Vil'."
Ville nodded and then the room fell deathly silent. Niether of the friends wished to speak, least of all Bam. He had this nagging feeling in his gut and he knew it was because Ville was sitting so closely to him. He only wished that this visit wouldn't last too much longer. That's when Ville started to cry again.
All Bam could do was let out a frustrated sigh, "Come on man, not you too."
Ville looked to Bam as if he had been slapped in the face. The singer couldn't belive how casually Bam was acting, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Okay Bam, since you're the smart one, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do," he stated, voice raised slightly. "You seem to have forgotten that you almost died today Bam and if I hadn't found you when I did you-" he cut himself off. "Tell me, why did you you do it Bam-Bam?" he asked, looking directly into his friend's bright blue eyes with his own piercing emerald gaze.
Bam looked deeply into those eyes. Those dangerous eyes, begging for them to stop burning his skin. He downcast his gaze and sighed, "It's a long story Vil' and I'm tired, I don't want to talk about it just yet, alright?" he half-begged, looking back to Ville. "Please Ville, please stop crying."
Ville nodded, "I understand." His voice was resolute and firm. He tried to hide the fact that he was pissed off at Bam for not telling him what had happened. Why he had snapped. They were supposed to be close, weren't they? The singer pressed those questions out of his mind and then nodded. "I understand Bam." Then, with a pleading glance he spoke again, "You were supposed to be the strong one Bam, why did you make me? I can't take this." "So, for the sake of the sanity of everyone who saw you die today, you'd better decide to speak soon."
Bam's tired eyes glistened with tears. Thank God the room was too dark for Ville to notice. "I promise Vil', but not now, not for awhile yet, okay?" he pleaded.
Ville stood up, nodding. He wiped the tears form his eyes and moved himself closer to where Bam was. He leaned over and gently brought his friend into an embrace. He was careful as to not get tangled in the various wires that were connected to Bam's body in some way, shape or form. Bam went slightly rigid as Ville leaned into him. His breath hitched in his chest, but he didn't say a word. The moment was interrupted when Ville sttod back up, grinning.
"I'm just glad you're okay now Brandon," he said, ignoring his friend's wishes to be called 'Bam'. He reached over and messed up Bam's already slightly messed up locks.
"Hey!" the skater protested, smacking Ville's hand away.
"Hey yourself," Ville retorted. "I leave this to you now, seems you need it more than me at the moment," Ville said with a sarcastic grin. He threw his beanie in Bam's face and stifled a laugh as Bam overreacted to the soft blow. "See you later Bam-Bam."
Bam fiddled with the old beanie and didn't look to Ville as the singer addressed him. "Yeah," he stated quietly.
Ville left the room with more questions in his head than he had recieved answers. He could tell that Bam was holding something back and it bothered him immensely that his friend whom he had known for so long wouldn't confide in him. He thought their trust ran deeper than that. He shook his head, attempting to clear his mind. He hit Ryan on his shoulder as he came up behind him. "Time to scram Dunn, now I'm officially dead tired."
Ville headed out the door of the hospital and Ryan followed in suit. He looked back as Ryan came ot stand next to him.
"How is he?" Dunn questioned.
"He's good, stubborn and air-headed, but good," Ville replied.
Ryan smiled, "Let's go get some sleep."
"You've got your cell on you right, we're going to need a cab remember?" Ville questioned.
Ryan shook his head and flipped his phone out, dialing the operator. "Yeah, hi, I'm in need of a taxi to take back to West Chester." "Yeah, right." He looked around, "Where we are right now? Hospital." "Right, yea, that's the one, hospital on main, yeah, you too, bye." So ended Ryan's well-educated phone call.
"One on it's way?" Ville asked.
Ryan nodded his head and looked down to his phone's glowing screen. "Yeah, coming in about 10 to 15 mintues they said." With that said, Dunn sat down on the curb and began to play 'Free Cell' on his flip phone. "Damn, I'm bad at this game," he muttered to himself after a few moments.
Ville grinned and plopped down next to him, "Yeah? let's have a look," he stated, reaching his hand out towards Ryan's phone.
With an exasperated sigh Dunn handed the singer his phone and then covered his mouth, yawning. "I'm usually pretty good at it," he said, "guees I'm just having an off-color day."
"This isn't that hard Ry," Ville said suddenly, referring to the game.
Ryan frowned and scooted closer, moving to look over Ville's shoulder and to the tiny glowing screen of his phone. "Dude, you ever play Free Cell before this?" he questioned, quirking an eyebrow upwards.
Ville shrugged, "Might of, don't really remember to tell you the truth," he stated, semi-conciously, his mind utterly pre-occupied with the game.
"Well, you're whoopin' the phone's ass," Dunn stated with a small smile.
"For sure, even got a high score, beat that Ry." He punched in 'VHV" in the high score box when it came up and then handed the phone back to Dunn triumphantly.
"Ass," Ryan stated, tucking the phone back in his pocket.
Ville looked up to the cloudy sky, "Looks like it could rain." He sighed, "I could really go for a smoke right about now."
"Go ahead," Dunn answered, even though Ville had been basically talking to himself.
"Can't, Jess is wearing my jacket and my cigs are in it's pocket," Ville added, running his fingers through his greasy, black locks.
"Oh," Ryan answered. "Dude, where's your beanie?" he asked, giving Ville a questioning glance.
Ville stifled a laugh, "Gave it to Bam, he needed it more than me."
The two sat quietly for a few long moments and soon, Ville looked up. The cab they had called for was pulling to a stop in front of them. Dunn got up and turned back to Ville. Dunn, being the 'polite' person he was, moved over and opened Ville's door for him.
"Thanks Ryan, you're always the gentleman, aren't you?" Ville asked sarcastically as he sat inside the vehicle.
Dunn rolled his eyes and then closed the cab's door after his friend had situated himself in the car. "Always, Ville, always." With that, he moved to the opposite side of the cab and opened the door. He got in and then looked up to the driver.
"Where to boys?" the driver, who appeared to be in his mid-forties questioned. He turned around to face them, eyeing them both suspiciously.
Ville avoided his gaze and was saved by Dunn as he answered for them. "West Chester man, and hurry up if you possibly could, we've had a rough morning," he stated as politely as he could manage.
The driver was quiet for a moment, but nodded in answer to Ryan's question. "You look familiar," he said suddenly, looking in the rear-view to Ville.
Ville sighed. He honestly didn't have time, nor did he want to make time for something like this. It had already been a trying day as it was. "Yeah, yeah, heard this one too many times mate, not really in the mood for it today, alright?" he asked, trying not to sound too pissed off. "Please, can we get a move on?" he asked, tone a little more laid-back.
The driver held up his hands defensively and then turning around. "Sorry." He shifted the vehicle into drive and then didn't speak to either Ryan or Ville for the rest of the drive back to West Chester.
Ryan looked to Ville with a soft gaze. He understood how much stress the singer was under and how much he had been worrying about Bam. He rested his hand on Ville's shoulder in an encouraging way, meriting a slight smile from him. Ville laid his head back into the seat and slowly closed his eyes. His thoughts rambled on and he started to let the stress melt itself out of his mind. It had indeed been an awful morning and afternoon, but now they were heading back home. 'Castle Bam' was only a few miles away and still had it's king, thanks to a certain Finnish rock star who was literally dead on his feet.
He took off the black beanie once more and raked his fingers through his black hair. The room was deathly quiet and set a somber mood. It hit Ville then just how close Bam had come to dying. How close he had come to watching one of the people he cared most about leaving his sight forever. Tears started to well up in his eyes and Ville cursed himself.
"Not again damn it," he muttered, "stop being so weak Valo," he added, wiping the tears out from underneath his eyes.
He hunched over and messed with the hem of his old beanie, but this time he couldn't stop the tears from coming. His shoulders shook with silent sobs. He crossed his arms and laid them down on the edge of Bam's bed, laying his head into them. His cries were muffled by the bed spread and soon they had all but ceased as Ville pulled himself together.
"I can't believe you still have that old hat Vil'," a ragged, yet familiar voice whispered, "it looks gross, why don't you ever just throw it away and buy a new one?"
Ville's head snapped up and he smiled as he saw Bam was awake, blue eyes sparkling. He wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve and looked to the beanie he held tightly in his hands. "Yeah, well, you know me Brandon, can't let go of sentimental things," Ville stated in a sarcastic tone, stifling a laugh.
Bam cleared his throat and immediately regretted the move. He winced in slight pain, blinking quickly to clear his mind. "You've had that since you first came here dude and don't call me Brandon, you know how much I hate that name."
Ville looked to Bam when he expressed pain. Once he saw that his friend was alright, the singer smiled. "Well, yeah, that's true I have had it for that long." Then, he held up a finger and raised his eyeborws, "But, if I remember correctly, you're the one who gave it to me insisting my hair looked like shit."
Bam grinned wryly, And I see you haven't made many improvements on that matter Vil'."
Ville nodded and then the room fell deathly silent. Niether of the friends wished to speak, least of all Bam. He had this nagging feeling in his gut and he knew it was because Ville was sitting so closely to him. He only wished that this visit wouldn't last too much longer. That's when Ville started to cry again.
All Bam could do was let out a frustrated sigh, "Come on man, not you too."
Ville looked to Bam as if he had been slapped in the face. The singer couldn't belive how casually Bam was acting, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Okay Bam, since you're the smart one, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do," he stated, voice raised slightly. "You seem to have forgotten that you almost died today Bam and if I hadn't found you when I did you-" he cut himself off. "Tell me, why did you you do it Bam-Bam?" he asked, looking directly into his friend's bright blue eyes with his own piercing emerald gaze.
Bam looked deeply into those eyes. Those dangerous eyes, begging for them to stop burning his skin. He downcast his gaze and sighed, "It's a long story Vil' and I'm tired, I don't want to talk about it just yet, alright?" he half-begged, looking back to Ville. "Please Ville, please stop crying."
Ville nodded, "I understand." His voice was resolute and firm. He tried to hide the fact that he was pissed off at Bam for not telling him what had happened. Why he had snapped. They were supposed to be close, weren't they? The singer pressed those questions out of his mind and then nodded. "I understand Bam." Then, with a pleading glance he spoke again, "You were supposed to be the strong one Bam, why did you make me? I can't take this." "So, for the sake of the sanity of everyone who saw you die today, you'd better decide to speak soon."
Bam's tired eyes glistened with tears. Thank God the room was too dark for Ville to notice. "I promise Vil', but not now, not for awhile yet, okay?" he pleaded.
Ville stood up, nodding. He wiped the tears form his eyes and moved himself closer to where Bam was. He leaned over and gently brought his friend into an embrace. He was careful as to not get tangled in the various wires that were connected to Bam's body in some way, shape or form. Bam went slightly rigid as Ville leaned into him. His breath hitched in his chest, but he didn't say a word. The moment was interrupted when Ville sttod back up, grinning.
"I'm just glad you're okay now Brandon," he said, ignoring his friend's wishes to be called 'Bam'. He reached over and messed up Bam's already slightly messed up locks.
"Hey!" the skater protested, smacking Ville's hand away.
"Hey yourself," Ville retorted. "I leave this to you now, seems you need it more than me at the moment," Ville said with a sarcastic grin. He threw his beanie in Bam's face and stifled a laugh as Bam overreacted to the soft blow. "See you later Bam-Bam."
Bam fiddled with the old beanie and didn't look to Ville as the singer addressed him. "Yeah," he stated quietly.
Ville left the room with more questions in his head than he had recieved answers. He could tell that Bam was holding something back and it bothered him immensely that his friend whom he had known for so long wouldn't confide in him. He thought their trust ran deeper than that. He shook his head, attempting to clear his mind. He hit Ryan on his shoulder as he came up behind him. "Time to scram Dunn, now I'm officially dead tired."
Ville headed out the door of the hospital and Ryan followed in suit. He looked back as Ryan came ot stand next to him.
"How is he?" Dunn questioned.
"He's good, stubborn and air-headed, but good," Ville replied.
Ryan smiled, "Let's go get some sleep."
"You've got your cell on you right, we're going to need a cab remember?" Ville questioned.
Ryan shook his head and flipped his phone out, dialing the operator. "Yeah, hi, I'm in need of a taxi to take back to West Chester." "Yeah, right." He looked around, "Where we are right now? Hospital." "Right, yea, that's the one, hospital on main, yeah, you too, bye." So ended Ryan's well-educated phone call.
"One on it's way?" Ville asked.
Ryan nodded his head and looked down to his phone's glowing screen. "Yeah, coming in about 10 to 15 mintues they said." With that said, Dunn sat down on the curb and began to play 'Free Cell' on his flip phone. "Damn, I'm bad at this game," he muttered to himself after a few moments.
Ville grinned and plopped down next to him, "Yeah? let's have a look," he stated, reaching his hand out towards Ryan's phone.
With an exasperated sigh Dunn handed the singer his phone and then covered his mouth, yawning. "I'm usually pretty good at it," he said, "guees I'm just having an off-color day."
"This isn't that hard Ry," Ville said suddenly, referring to the game.
Ryan frowned and scooted closer, moving to look over Ville's shoulder and to the tiny glowing screen of his phone. "Dude, you ever play Free Cell before this?" he questioned, quirking an eyebrow upwards.
Ville shrugged, "Might of, don't really remember to tell you the truth," he stated, semi-conciously, his mind utterly pre-occupied with the game.
"Well, you're whoopin' the phone's ass," Dunn stated with a small smile.
"For sure, even got a high score, beat that Ry." He punched in 'VHV" in the high score box when it came up and then handed the phone back to Dunn triumphantly.
"Ass," Ryan stated, tucking the phone back in his pocket.
Ville looked up to the cloudy sky, "Looks like it could rain." He sighed, "I could really go for a smoke right about now."
"Go ahead," Dunn answered, even though Ville had been basically talking to himself.
"Can't, Jess is wearing my jacket and my cigs are in it's pocket," Ville added, running his fingers through his greasy, black locks.
"Oh," Ryan answered. "Dude, where's your beanie?" he asked, giving Ville a questioning glance.
Ville stifled a laugh, "Gave it to Bam, he needed it more than me."
The two sat quietly for a few long moments and soon, Ville looked up. The cab they had called for was pulling to a stop in front of them. Dunn got up and turned back to Ville. Dunn, being the 'polite' person he was, moved over and opened Ville's door for him.
"Thanks Ryan, you're always the gentleman, aren't you?" Ville asked sarcastically as he sat inside the vehicle.
Dunn rolled his eyes and then closed the cab's door after his friend had situated himself in the car. "Always, Ville, always." With that, he moved to the opposite side of the cab and opened the door. He got in and then looked up to the driver.
"Where to boys?" the driver, who appeared to be in his mid-forties questioned. He turned around to face them, eyeing them both suspiciously.
Ville avoided his gaze and was saved by Dunn as he answered for them. "West Chester man, and hurry up if you possibly could, we've had a rough morning," he stated as politely as he could manage.
The driver was quiet for a moment, but nodded in answer to Ryan's question. "You look familiar," he said suddenly, looking in the rear-view to Ville.
Ville sighed. He honestly didn't have time, nor did he want to make time for something like this. It had already been a trying day as it was. "Yeah, yeah, heard this one too many times mate, not really in the mood for it today, alright?" he asked, trying not to sound too pissed off. "Please, can we get a move on?" he asked, tone a little more laid-back.
The driver held up his hands defensively and then turning around. "Sorry." He shifted the vehicle into drive and then didn't speak to either Ryan or Ville for the rest of the drive back to West Chester.
Ryan looked to Ville with a soft gaze. He understood how much stress the singer was under and how much he had been worrying about Bam. He rested his hand on Ville's shoulder in an encouraging way, meriting a slight smile from him. Ville laid his head back into the seat and slowly closed his eyes. His thoughts rambled on and he started to let the stress melt itself out of his mind. It had indeed been an awful morning and afternoon, but now they were heading back home. 'Castle Bam' was only a few miles away and still had it's king, thanks to a certain Finnish rock star who was literally dead on his feet.