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Well, since you seemed to like the last part...
Bam’s POV
Well, that was fun. Telling a disbelieving audience I was, in fact, gay and in love with my friend. Coming home to find my entire family and all my friends totally freaked out and then calling the object of my desires only to be told, in no uncertain terms, to go to hell. Nice.
Shit, I hate that he can make my cry so hard that my chest hurts and my eyes sting. And I hate that this is not the first time he’s done it, although, granted, all those other times he had no idea that what he was telling me was hurting me. Any idea how much it hurts to hear the man you’re in love with tell you all about this hot guy/girl they had a fling with or that someone else was the love of their life? I wanna be the love of his life. Guess that won’t be happening now though, huh?
I’m in the car now, attempting to drive while my body is still shaking with sobs. If I die in a car wreck, I want everyone to know that it’s all his fault, okay? I just need to get away…from it all. From their stares, their whispers… so yeah, I’m going.
I’ve got this house, a kinda cabin thingy, out in the middle of nowhere, up in the mountains with nothing but trees and lakes and shit all around. I took Ville there once, when he was upset over some recent heartbreak and we spent God knows how many hours lying out under the stars and talking. In reality, going to a place with so many memories of Ville probably isn’t the way to get away from things but I guess I’ll be thinking of him no matter where I am. And anyway, no one but Ville and one ex-girlfriend of mine knows that I own this place so, unless either of them come looking for me - highly unlikely, I think you’ll agree - I’ll be left to sulk all alone. Perfect.
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Ville’s POV
Okay, now I feel a little bit bad. I told Bam to go to hell and April just called me, saying that Bam’s disappeared…shit, shit, shit. All my fault…but what the hell was I supposed to do? Pretend I loved him back? That would just be stupid. Although…yeah, I could have let him down a bit gentler than yelling at him for embarrassing me and hanging up on him.
I’m a dick. Bollocks…apparently April’s called everywhere she can think of - friend’s houses, hospitals, hotels, airports - no trace of him. If I were him, I know where I’d go.
He’s got this house none of them know about. He took me there when I was heartbroken over a pretty harsh break-up. Believe me, if I had a house no-one knew about, that’s where I’d be right now. Assuming, of course, that I could get there without anyone seeing me. I still haven’t left my hotel room. I’m even considering tiding up…it’s a bit messy to spend the rest of my life in. And I’m gonna need more beers and cigarettes pretty soon…
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m going after him. I can’t let him do anything stupid. Because, when push comes to shove, he’s one of my best friends and, yeah, I do love him. Just not the way he wants me to.
Is it weird that I feel bad about that? I feel…guilty, for not loving him the way he loves me. I know Bam pretty well. Despite all outwards appearances, he’s kinda shy. To go on TV, to be ridiculed the way he has been, judging by the limited amount of TV I’ve watched since seeing…that…he must be seriously in love. And I know better than most that being in love can make a person do stupid things, especially if the one they’re in love with doesn’t feel quite as strongly back.
I need to call Seppo. Tell him where I’m going. I wonder if I can get air-lifted from my hotel room window…
And again, big thanks to Marie and Heidi and the same disclaimer as on part 1 applies. x
Bam’s POV
Well, that was fun. Telling a disbelieving audience I was, in fact, gay and in love with my friend. Coming home to find my entire family and all my friends totally freaked out and then calling the object of my desires only to be told, in no uncertain terms, to go to hell. Nice.
Shit, I hate that he can make my cry so hard that my chest hurts and my eyes sting. And I hate that this is not the first time he’s done it, although, granted, all those other times he had no idea that what he was telling me was hurting me. Any idea how much it hurts to hear the man you’re in love with tell you all about this hot guy/girl they had a fling with or that someone else was the love of their life? I wanna be the love of his life. Guess that won’t be happening now though, huh?
I’m in the car now, attempting to drive while my body is still shaking with sobs. If I die in a car wreck, I want everyone to know that it’s all his fault, okay? I just need to get away…from it all. From their stares, their whispers… so yeah, I’m going.
I’ve got this house, a kinda cabin thingy, out in the middle of nowhere, up in the mountains with nothing but trees and lakes and shit all around. I took Ville there once, when he was upset over some recent heartbreak and we spent God knows how many hours lying out under the stars and talking. In reality, going to a place with so many memories of Ville probably isn’t the way to get away from things but I guess I’ll be thinking of him no matter where I am. And anyway, no one but Ville and one ex-girlfriend of mine knows that I own this place so, unless either of them come looking for me - highly unlikely, I think you’ll agree - I’ll be left to sulk all alone. Perfect.
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Ville’s POV
Okay, now I feel a little bit bad. I told Bam to go to hell and April just called me, saying that Bam’s disappeared…shit, shit, shit. All my fault…but what the hell was I supposed to do? Pretend I loved him back? That would just be stupid. Although…yeah, I could have let him down a bit gentler than yelling at him for embarrassing me and hanging up on him.
I’m a dick. Bollocks…apparently April’s called everywhere she can think of - friend’s houses, hospitals, hotels, airports - no trace of him. If I were him, I know where I’d go.
He’s got this house none of them know about. He took me there when I was heartbroken over a pretty harsh break-up. Believe me, if I had a house no-one knew about, that’s where I’d be right now. Assuming, of course, that I could get there without anyone seeing me. I still haven’t left my hotel room. I’m even considering tiding up…it’s a bit messy to spend the rest of my life in. And I’m gonna need more beers and cigarettes pretty soon…
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m going after him. I can’t let him do anything stupid. Because, when push comes to shove, he’s one of my best friends and, yeah, I do love him. Just not the way he wants me to.
Is it weird that I feel bad about that? I feel…guilty, for not loving him the way he loves me. I know Bam pretty well. Despite all outwards appearances, he’s kinda shy. To go on TV, to be ridiculed the way he has been, judging by the limited amount of TV I’ve watched since seeing…that…he must be seriously in love. And I know better than most that being in love can make a person do stupid things, especially if the one they’re in love with doesn’t feel quite as strongly back.
I need to call Seppo. Tell him where I’m going. I wonder if I can get air-lifted from my hotel room window…
And again, big thanks to Marie and Heidi and the same disclaimer as on part 1 applies. x