Well Look What Came Crawling Back...
Tittle: Auctions and Broken Vases - Chapter Thirteen
POV: Third
Author: hilson_is_love
Pairing(s): Vam, Minde and Burton/Eicca
Rating: PG-13
Summary: April drags Bam to an auction. When the skater is intrigued by the Auctioneer's accent, he begins to pay attention...
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. Bam is IN DENIAL.
A/N: Nothing really... Only that I've changed the format of my posts for this fic. Oh, and for those of you who don't know Fugett Middle School is the West Chester Middle School in the south-east of the West Chester Area Schools District
Previous Chapters: are at my journal That Way
Linde sighed and closed the roller doors on the auction house. It had been a very long day. He smiled in spite of his raging headache when he remembered he was going home with Migè.
The bassist held a special place in Linde’s heart, and the guitarist wouldn’t have it any other way. Migè knew exactly how to hold him when he couldn’t sleep or when he was down, their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It was as if Migè knew exactly how to make Linde feel safe and secure.
And, of course, it hadn’t been like that with Burton. Sure, they had had fun, and, Linde had to admit, the sex had been great, but there wasn’t the same emotional connection Migè and he had.
It was like… Electricity.
Burton and Linde had loved each other, but they had never been in love. Despite what the others saw and interpreted, they were never in love.
Loving and being in love were two completely different things. Linde had discovered that when he had kissed Migè for the very first time.
Now, Linde couldn’t imagine his life without the man.
So much had changed between them since the day they had first met.
~Flashback~
Eleven-year-old Linde took a deep breath and wandered up the front steps of Fugett Middle School. It was his first day, having moved from Helsinki, Finland only two weeks before, and he didn’t know what to expect.
His childhood friend, Ville, had moved years before and they had lost contact, as they had only been seven at the time.
By all accounts, Ville went to this school and had probably gathered a ring of friends so large; it was impossible to remember all their names. Or, at least, that’s how it had been in Finland. But, some things change, and he had probably forgotten all about Linde.
Linde ran a hand through his bobbed blonde hair and adjusted the grey messenger bag slug over one shoulder, before pushing open the front door and following the signs to the administration office.
A withered stick insect of a woman smiled at him as he entered the office.
“What can I do for you, my dear?” She asked, placing the folder she was holding on a filing cabinet.
Linde bit his lower lip. “Ummm, I’m new, and I’m not sure where I’m supposed to be…” He wasn’t sure if she could understand him through his thick accent.
The woman nodded. “Well, I’ll tell you what, do you know anyone?”
Linde nodded slowly. “Ville Valo? Does he go to this school?”
The woman smiled warmly. “Yes, I believe he does. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Mikko Viljami Lindström,” Linde said without thinking.
The woman gave him a blank look. “Pardon?”
Linde blushed. “Sorry. Just call me Linde.”
The woman chuckled good-naturedly. “Well, how about we get an Eighth Grader to show you around, hmm? Then we can see what to about finding you someone to tag along with for the rest of the day. And then we can sort your timetable out. Okay?”
Linde nodded.
The woman waved a bony hand to a comfortable-looking chair nearby. “Well, you sit on that chair over there and I’ll make a call.”
Ten minutes rolled past and the office doors opened. Linde looked up to see a boy of around fourteen dressed in ratty blue jeans, an Iggy Pop tee, boots and a flannel shirt, with dark brown hair and spectacular blue eyes wander in.
“Ah, Migè,” The woman nodded to Linde.
Migè grinned at Linde and wandered over to him. “Hey.”
Linde relaxed. Migè seemed nice enough. “Hei.”
Migè looked surprised. “Finnish, are you?”
Linde smiled shyly. “Yes, how did you know?”
Migè rolled his eyes. “Your accent. And the fact that you said ‘hei’ instead of ‘hi’ or ‘hey.’ Come on, kid, do I look like an idiot to you?”
Linde got up. “Do you really want me to answer that, Migè?” He started towards the door.
Migè hurried after him. “Wait a sec. What’s your name?”
Linde turned, stopped and flashed a cheeky grin at him. “Mikko Viljami Lindström, but most people call me Linde. What about you?”
Migè shrugged. “Mikko Henrik Julius Paananen. Most people call me Migè.”
Linde stuck his tongue out. “Yes, I noticed that. But I don’t think I’m going to go with what most people call you.” He thought hard for a moment. “Mizee.”
Migè wanted to laugh. “Fine. But only if I don’t have to call you Linde, it’s a tad, boring. Lily.”
Linde scowled then burst out laughing. “Well, are we going to stay here all day or are you going to show me around?”
~End Flashback~
Linde chuckled. If only he had known that they would end up together. He looked up to see Migè walking over to him. Ready to take him home and take care of him.
“What are you so happy about?” The bassist muttered when he reached Linde.
Linde smiled. “Nothing. I was just remembering the day we met, do you remember?”
Migè nodded. “How could I forget?”
“Take me home, Mizee,” Linde whispered.
Migè smiled softly. “Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to home we go.”
“Moron,” Linde muttered, opening a little door near by and stepping outside.