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since a select few actually enjoyed my fic, here are chapters 4-6.
Ch.4
The hours passed, Ville finished over nearly an entire bottle of whiskey. The bartender listened to Ville’s story of how he met Bam and has loved him ever since.
Ville wasn’t even listening to his ramblings. He was too busy wondering what Bam was doing. Was Bam as heartbroken as he was? How much did he actually love him? The questions were never ending. In the dull silence of the bar, Ville marveled at the small amount of whiskey that remained in his glass. He could feel the bartender staring at him, he quickly looked up.
“So what’re you going to do about it?” asked the bartender. Ville wondered why he was so curious about his love life. Oh well, thought Ville, it’s just good to have someone to talk to.
“I suppose I’ll just go back to Finland…not talk to him for a little bit.” Replied Ville. That statement raised more questions in Ville’s mind.
Could he live without speaking to Bam? How long would it take for his heart to heal?
“Is this the 1st time you’ve had your heart broken?” questioned the bartender. Ville didn’t respond. He was still thinking of why he tried to act strong when Bam talked to him earlier. Ancient song lyrics tip toed through his mind. You try to be strong, but you’re always so alone.
Ville exited the bar quietly behind the bartenders back as he served another lonely person who had stumbled into the bar. All I can really do is forget about what happened and go back to Finland.., thought Ville as he wandered down the street.
Ville was so busy thinking about the curious bartender and his useless advice and ramblings on love, he didn’t even notcie that he’d walked into some kind of pawn shop.
He walked around the glass cases, studying the objects inside. In the far left case, there were a few small things that looked like guns. The man behind the counter made his way over to Ville.
“Would you like to see one?” he asked. Ville fumbled through his pockets; no money. He’d spent it all at the bar. Ville shook his head and exited the pawn shop.
Where can I get a gun? Thought Ville as he continued down the side walk. Getting a gun seemed like the best idea, but there were other things he could use to either kill himslef, or Bam.
Ch.5
Bam wasn’t pissed anymore, just heartbroken and depressed. He was sitting quietly on his bed, staring at the wall. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. That was so stupid of me, he thought, I can’t live without Ville.
“I love him…” Bam said out loud to no one in particular. Ryan ended up hearing him, he stepped into the room.
“Hey Bam, what’s up?” Ryan asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.
“I don’t know what to do about Ville,” Bam began, pausing for a minute as a few tears fell down his cheeks, “He doesn’t love me like I love him.”
“Yes he does, he just didn’t know how to react when you told him that you couldn’t be with him.” Replied Ryan. Bam wiped away his tears. He loved Ville with all his heart, how could he just crush his like that?
“When did you know you loved Ville?” asked Ryan.
“When I first met him..I mean, God, he’s so amazing.” Bam replied. He smiled at the thought of how beautiful Ville looked earlier when they kissed; before the heartache, before the pain.
“I’m sorry Bam, I’m not very good with love advice..but I shouldn’t give you advice anyways. You and Ville should work this out on your won.” Ryan said. Bam nodded. How could me and Ville talk about this when he isn’t even home?, Bam thought. He began to wonder where he had gone.
“Have you seen Ville? Do you know where he went?” Bam asked, his partial smile fading. Ryan shook his head and frowned. No one knew where Ville had gone or when he’d be back.
Ch.6
Rayn and Bam leave the house to go search for Ville. It begins to rain really hard, and they give up and go home. Bam went up to Ville’s room. He sat down on the bed moving the shirts and jeans onto the dresser. He laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of Ville. Bam put his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating. Why is it still beating? It shouldn’t be…. Bam though as he began to cry. He slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Downstairs, everyone was heading off to bed, no one saw Ville sitting in the driveway in the pouring rain. Ville watched everyone go up the stairs; when he was sure everyone was in bed, he went into the house.
He looked everyone for any kind of acceptable weapon, until he stumbled across a gun in a chest that was gathering dust in a back room. Never seen this before…since when have they kept guns in the house?, Ville thought as he began to walk up the stairs, gun in hand. Halfway up the stairs, he sat down to think about it. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to partially dry it off. If I kill Bam, how will I continue living? How can I continue living without Bam by my side? Once I shoot him, it’s over, my heart will never love again... Ville studied the gun. He then stood up and continued up the stairs.
Bam was quietly sleeping on the bed, wrapped in one of Ville’s jackets. Ville looked at Bam curled up on the bed and it brought him to tears. Be strong. He broke your heart; just shoot hi and get it over with.. Ville wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on the side of Bam’s head. Much to Ville’s surprise, it didn’t wake Bam. Ville slowly placed the gun on the pillow. His hands were shaking as he slowly pulled the trigger.
Ch.4
The hours passed, Ville finished over nearly an entire bottle of whiskey. The bartender listened to Ville’s story of how he met Bam and has loved him ever since.
Ville wasn’t even listening to his ramblings. He was too busy wondering what Bam was doing. Was Bam as heartbroken as he was? How much did he actually love him? The questions were never ending. In the dull silence of the bar, Ville marveled at the small amount of whiskey that remained in his glass. He could feel the bartender staring at him, he quickly looked up.
“So what’re you going to do about it?” asked the bartender. Ville wondered why he was so curious about his love life. Oh well, thought Ville, it’s just good to have someone to talk to.
“I suppose I’ll just go back to Finland…not talk to him for a little bit.” Replied Ville. That statement raised more questions in Ville’s mind.
Could he live without speaking to Bam? How long would it take for his heart to heal?
“Is this the 1st time you’ve had your heart broken?” questioned the bartender. Ville didn’t respond. He was still thinking of why he tried to act strong when Bam talked to him earlier. Ancient song lyrics tip toed through his mind. You try to be strong, but you’re always so alone.
Ville exited the bar quietly behind the bartenders back as he served another lonely person who had stumbled into the bar. All I can really do is forget about what happened and go back to Finland.., thought Ville as he wandered down the street.
Ville was so busy thinking about the curious bartender and his useless advice and ramblings on love, he didn’t even notcie that he’d walked into some kind of pawn shop.
He walked around the glass cases, studying the objects inside. In the far left case, there were a few small things that looked like guns. The man behind the counter made his way over to Ville.
“Would you like to see one?” he asked. Ville fumbled through his pockets; no money. He’d spent it all at the bar. Ville shook his head and exited the pawn shop.
Where can I get a gun? Thought Ville as he continued down the side walk. Getting a gun seemed like the best idea, but there were other things he could use to either kill himslef, or Bam.
Ch.5
Bam wasn’t pissed anymore, just heartbroken and depressed. He was sitting quietly on his bed, staring at the wall. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. That was so stupid of me, he thought, I can’t live without Ville.
“I love him…” Bam said out loud to no one in particular. Ryan ended up hearing him, he stepped into the room.
“Hey Bam, what’s up?” Ryan asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.
“I don’t know what to do about Ville,” Bam began, pausing for a minute as a few tears fell down his cheeks, “He doesn’t love me like I love him.”
“Yes he does, he just didn’t know how to react when you told him that you couldn’t be with him.” Replied Ryan. Bam wiped away his tears. He loved Ville with all his heart, how could he just crush his like that?
“When did you know you loved Ville?” asked Ryan.
“When I first met him..I mean, God, he’s so amazing.” Bam replied. He smiled at the thought of how beautiful Ville looked earlier when they kissed; before the heartache, before the pain.
“I’m sorry Bam, I’m not very good with love advice..but I shouldn’t give you advice anyways. You and Ville should work this out on your won.” Ryan said. Bam nodded. How could me and Ville talk about this when he isn’t even home?, Bam thought. He began to wonder where he had gone.
“Have you seen Ville? Do you know where he went?” Bam asked, his partial smile fading. Ryan shook his head and frowned. No one knew where Ville had gone or when he’d be back.
Ch.6
Rayn and Bam leave the house to go search for Ville. It begins to rain really hard, and they give up and go home. Bam went up to Ville’s room. He sat down on the bed moving the shirts and jeans onto the dresser. He laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of Ville. Bam put his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating. Why is it still beating? It shouldn’t be…. Bam though as he began to cry. He slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Downstairs, everyone was heading off to bed, no one saw Ville sitting in the driveway in the pouring rain. Ville watched everyone go up the stairs; when he was sure everyone was in bed, he went into the house.
He looked everyone for any kind of acceptable weapon, until he stumbled across a gun in a chest that was gathering dust in a back room. Never seen this before…since when have they kept guns in the house?, Ville thought as he began to walk up the stairs, gun in hand. Halfway up the stairs, he sat down to think about it. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to partially dry it off. If I kill Bam, how will I continue living? How can I continue living without Bam by my side? Once I shoot him, it’s over, my heart will never love again... Ville studied the gun. He then stood up and continued up the stairs.
Bam was quietly sleeping on the bed, wrapped in one of Ville’s jackets. Ville looked at Bam curled up on the bed and it brought him to tears. Be strong. He broke your heart; just shoot hi and get it over with.. Ville wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on the side of Bam’s head. Much to Ville’s surprise, it didn’t wake Bam. Ville slowly placed the gun on the pillow. His hands were shaking as he slowly pulled the trigger.