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Hmm... that didn't sound as good as I'd intended. Okay, this is a series Heidi and I are writing together called (after some thought) The Beginning of the End. First off, Thank you so much Heidi for putting up with me! Righty.
The scent of smoke mingled with the smell of alcohol in one of Helsinki’s biggest bars. There was always a very relaxed atmosphere in there, which is one of the reasons why Helsinki’s possibly most famous band had decided to make it one of their local haunts.
Trent. Trent, Trent, Trent. What kind of a name is Trent, anyway? Bam thought to himself as he pulled a chair up to the table and seated himself on it.
Sat at the table were the Finnish rock band, HIM. Well, all except for one member, who was conspicuous only by his absence - Ville Valo, the chain-smoking, charismatic lead singer. The present members acknowledged Bam’s company in their own ways. Gas nodded, whilst Burton tipped his hat to him, Linde smiled.
“Had enough of the lovebirds?” Mige asked, a sly grin on his face.
“Mige, I need to get wasted, now. I need to be so drunk I can’t even remember my own name.” Bam declared, grabbing the pint of strong Finnish alcohol which had previously been sitting in front of Mige.
“Hey,” Mige said as Bam proceeded to down the drink as fast as humanly possible, “Careful what you’re doing with that, it’s not like your weak little American stuff. This bitch bites.”
Bam didn’t reply.
“I mean it!” Mige warned, “Anyway, I thought you were okay with the whole Trent thing?”
Bam put the glass down with a thud and a sigh. How could he explain?
It had been roughly a month since Ville had admitted that he was seeing someone. Bam had known longer than almost anyone that his favourite rockstar and best friend was gay. Very few people knew, even now.
“I’m… I’m fine with it.” Bam admitted, “At least, I think I am. The whole gay thing is fine, so he likes guys? Big deal. It’s just… I mean… look at them.”
Mige raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. He tilted back in his chair to peer around the side of the bar. Behind the bar, sitting together at a small booth were Ville and his lover, Trent. Except, this Ville didn’t seem like the Ville Mige knew…
This Ville wasn’t holding his lover in his arms and being the generally romantic twat Mige was always teasing him about. This Ville was curled up in another man’s arms, giggling like a schoolgirl as the man placed kisses on his forehead and whispered in his ear. This Ville wasn’t the amazing, powerful, Godlike figure so many fans had come to worship, this Ville was someone small, someone… submissive.
Mige scowled as he studied the man, Trent. The first thing anyone would notice when they met Trent was his height. He was incredibly tall, scarily so and yet he was extremely slender. Secondly, his eyes. They really were beyond description, like two electrically-charged pieces of ice. They weren’t even grey, they were like diamonds with a silver foil behind them. They didn’t seem like real eyes, more like tunnels that led to some twisted and thrilling place, but could also see right inside you…
Mige resumed his original seating position and murmured, “Well that’s…odd.”
“I know.” Bam replied.
“What is?” asked Linde, who hadn’t really been paying attention to the conversation and had been more absorbed in a “thumb war” with Burton, “Ha! I win! Another round goes to the thumb war champion! Sorry, what were you saying, Mige?”
“I said, it’s odd. I’ve never seen Ville act this way before.”
“What way?”
“Bam’ll tell you.”
Linde gave Bam a questioning look. Bam took another swig of Mige’s drink before answering.
“I don’t know, it’s like he’s turned into a different person. He’s acting like one of my ex girlfriends, to be honest.” He said with a shrug, “He won’t stop giggling and whispering and sitting on Trent’s lap and stuff.”
“And Trent’s loving it, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Mige added.
“Do I detect a hint of bitch?” Linde asked with a grin.
“No, seriously.” Mige replied, “It’s disturbing. Trent’s got our lead singer wrapped around his little finger.”
“Hmm…”
“Look, guys, I’ve gotta go back over there.” Bam said, slowly getting to his feet, “Whoah…”
“I told you it was strong stuff!” Mige said, grinning smugly.
“What? Why do you have to go back?” Linde asked.
“Because…” Bam replied, “I told Ville I’d meet his boyfriend.”
“Well you have already, now sit!” Mige commanded, “I’m sure they’ll get on fine without you.”
“You sound like my mom.” Bam commented, walking away cautiously, as though he might fall over any minute, “Damn, you were right about the drink, Mige… In fact - ”
Bam reached over, grabbed another glass and made his way back the way he had first came.
“Good luck!” a voice shouted from behind him, probably Mige’s.
Now, if I can just get my feet to walk where I want them to and get this floor to stop shaking so much I can get back over there…
Finally Bam completed his perilous trip through the treacherous lands of “walking through a busy bar whilst vaguely drunk” and found himself back at the “lovers corner”.
“Hey.” Said Trent.
Did he just say “hey”? Don’t ever say hey to me, buddy, I’m not your little chum. Your “charms” might have worked for Ville, but they don’t work for me.
Of course, Bam didn’t say any of this out loud, because, especially close up, Trent was a rather frightening-looking person. For starters, there was the unnaturally pale skin which seemed to only intensify his startling eyes, the tonnes of eyeliner didn’t improve matters much. Then there was the body which, from far away may look skinny, but close up was actually well toned and probably capable of doing a decent amount of damage. There was something else, too. He seemed to give off an aura that said, “Don’t mess with what you don’t understand.” And finally, there was the way Ville was acting around him. Trent wasn’t the sort of boyfriend you would protect, he was the sort you would admire and expect to protect you. Ville was acting like a cheerleader around her jock boyfriend.
“Uhm, yeah.” Bam muttered, pulling a seat up to the table and trying to make eye-contact with Ville, but Ville seemed to only have eyes for his lover.
Trent however, was staring at Bam more than ever. Bam shifted a little in his seat, uncomfortably aware of those eyes boring into his own. Trent shifted his arm from its resting position on the booth behind him to wrap it around Ville. Ville’s head lay on Trent’s chest and he seemed a thousand miles away, looking down at a lock of Trent’s hair he was twisting between his fingers.
Was Trent intelligent? It was almost impossible for Bam to tell. He recalled how Ville had phoned him up, so excited about finally finding someone.
“And he’s so smart, Bam. I mean, I know I’m not exactly stupid, but it’s like… It’s as though no matter what you ask him, he knows the answer. We connected so well. You have to meet him, you’ll love him, I know you will.”
Ville had been wrong, very wrong. The first time Bam had set eyes on Trent had been earlier that day when Ville had introduced them. Something about Trent unnerved Bam. At first, he had tried to shake it off, after all, he was still adjusting to the fact that Ville was gay, but gradually the feeling began to creep back. It kept niggling at the back of his mind, just enough to irritate him. There was just something generally wrong about Trent. Perhaps it was the way Ville changed around him, but then again, this was the first time Bam had seen Ville happily in love in ages, perhaps he just wasn’t used to it. Still…
Bam took his eyes off the couple, feeling slightly uneasier than he had previously. Was it maybe the fact that Ville was happily in love… with someone else? No. No! Of course not! It was probably because Trent was a guy. Yeah, that was it. Ville was acting this way because for the first time he had found someone he could love. It must be difficult, being gay and in denial…
He took another deep swig of the alcohol in front of him and immediately began to feel its effects. A calm settled over him, gently easing the worries of Trent from his mind. Maybe Ville being with Trent wasn’t such a bad idea after all? Heck, as long as Ville was happy, he, Bam was happy, right? Wasn’t it his duty as a friend to support whatever decision Ville made? Right?
“’M gonna go to the bathroom…” Bam muttered, slowly getting to his feet.
Neither Trent nor Ville replied.
Damn, maybe Ville knows how I’ve been thinking about his boyfriend. Shit, that’s why he isn’t talking to me! Wow, this floor is a little unstable, they should get that fixed... Yeah, that’s it. I’ve made Ville mad with me. He knows I don’t like Trent… Oops, left foot then right foot, not both at once… I should’ve been more supportive, I’m such a sucky friend… Whoah!
Bam grabbed the bar for support as he headed for the door leading to the men’s toilets. He kept almost tripping himself up, and the barman kept shooting him looks that said “I think you’ve had enough”, but finally he got there.
Considering how busy the bar usually was, the toilets were pretty clean and expensive looking. The bright light shining on the white tiled floor made Bam pause for a moment as he let the room stop swimming about so much before attempting to reach a urinal. Before he had taken more than two steps, the room started spinning again. He braced himself for a fall…
“Oh, easy Bam!” said a voice behind him.
A strong pair of hands were holding him. A wonderful scent of alcohol and cigarettes and something else hit him and he knew he was safe.
“Hey, Vil’ What are you doing here?”
“I think we’ve done enough drinking for tonight, don’t you sweetheart?” Ville said, a concerned look on his face.
“I’m just gettin’ started!” Bam announced, struggling to get to his feet.
“I don’t think so, Bam.” Ville replied, catching Bam again, “Not when you seem incapable of walking or much else, for that matter. Did you think about how you’re going to get back to the hotel?”
Bam sighed. Now this was the kind of Ville he missed. The rational, natural leader who always knew what to do. The one who would know the best way to clear up the mess Bam made, and was always there to get Bam out of sticky situations.
“Ville? Where’s Trent?”
“What? Oh, he’s back in the bar. I thought I’d check up on you. Good thing I did, too.”
Ville lifted Bam slowly and leant him against the bathroom wall. He knelt down in front of Bam and smiled.
“What am I going to do with you, dear Bam?” he said.
“Let me drink more?”
“I don’t think so.” Said Ville, shaking his head, “Not tonight, anyway.”
“Are you gonna go back to Trent now?” Bam asked.
Ville paused before replying, “And leave you here? Of course not. Now, do you want to tell me why you’ve been knocking your drinks back like there will be no tomorrow?”
Bam met Ville’s eyes and felt something inside. Something different. Something warm and fuzzy and…
“Ohhhh dear.” Ville said in an almost motherly way as Bam threw up over his shoes, “Maybe you can tell me later. I think we’d better get you home.”
“Sorry.” Bam whispered, wiping his mouth.
“Come on.”
Before Bam could even open his mouth to protest (or anything else), Ville had scooped him up and started to carry him back the way he had previously came.
Wow, I never knew Ville was that strong. Was the last thought that ran through Bam’s head before he blacked out completely.
A/N I'm not writing the next chapter, so you can expect it to be good!
Hmm... that didn't sound as good as I'd intended. Okay, this is a series Heidi and I are writing together called (after some thought) The Beginning of the End. First off, Thank you so much Heidi for putting up with me! Righty.
The scent of smoke mingled with the smell of alcohol in one of Helsinki’s biggest bars. There was always a very relaxed atmosphere in there, which is one of the reasons why Helsinki’s possibly most famous band had decided to make it one of their local haunts.
Trent. Trent, Trent, Trent. What kind of a name is Trent, anyway? Bam thought to himself as he pulled a chair up to the table and seated himself on it.
Sat at the table were the Finnish rock band, HIM. Well, all except for one member, who was conspicuous only by his absence - Ville Valo, the chain-smoking, charismatic lead singer. The present members acknowledged Bam’s company in their own ways. Gas nodded, whilst Burton tipped his hat to him, Linde smiled.
“Had enough of the lovebirds?” Mige asked, a sly grin on his face.
“Mige, I need to get wasted, now. I need to be so drunk I can’t even remember my own name.” Bam declared, grabbing the pint of strong Finnish alcohol which had previously been sitting in front of Mige.
“Hey,” Mige said as Bam proceeded to down the drink as fast as humanly possible, “Careful what you’re doing with that, it’s not like your weak little American stuff. This bitch bites.”
Bam didn’t reply.
“I mean it!” Mige warned, “Anyway, I thought you were okay with the whole Trent thing?”
Bam put the glass down with a thud and a sigh. How could he explain?
It had been roughly a month since Ville had admitted that he was seeing someone. Bam had known longer than almost anyone that his favourite rockstar and best friend was gay. Very few people knew, even now.
“I’m… I’m fine with it.” Bam admitted, “At least, I think I am. The whole gay thing is fine, so he likes guys? Big deal. It’s just… I mean… look at them.”
Mige raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. He tilted back in his chair to peer around the side of the bar. Behind the bar, sitting together at a small booth were Ville and his lover, Trent. Except, this Ville didn’t seem like the Ville Mige knew…
This Ville wasn’t holding his lover in his arms and being the generally romantic twat Mige was always teasing him about. This Ville was curled up in another man’s arms, giggling like a schoolgirl as the man placed kisses on his forehead and whispered in his ear. This Ville wasn’t the amazing, powerful, Godlike figure so many fans had come to worship, this Ville was someone small, someone… submissive.
Mige scowled as he studied the man, Trent. The first thing anyone would notice when they met Trent was his height. He was incredibly tall, scarily so and yet he was extremely slender. Secondly, his eyes. They really were beyond description, like two electrically-charged pieces of ice. They weren’t even grey, they were like diamonds with a silver foil behind them. They didn’t seem like real eyes, more like tunnels that led to some twisted and thrilling place, but could also see right inside you…
Mige resumed his original seating position and murmured, “Well that’s…odd.”
“I know.” Bam replied.
“What is?” asked Linde, who hadn’t really been paying attention to the conversation and had been more absorbed in a “thumb war” with Burton, “Ha! I win! Another round goes to the thumb war champion! Sorry, what were you saying, Mige?”
“I said, it’s odd. I’ve never seen Ville act this way before.”
“What way?”
“Bam’ll tell you.”
Linde gave Bam a questioning look. Bam took another swig of Mige’s drink before answering.
“I don’t know, it’s like he’s turned into a different person. He’s acting like one of my ex girlfriends, to be honest.” He said with a shrug, “He won’t stop giggling and whispering and sitting on Trent’s lap and stuff.”
“And Trent’s loving it, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Mige added.
“Do I detect a hint of bitch?” Linde asked with a grin.
“No, seriously.” Mige replied, “It’s disturbing. Trent’s got our lead singer wrapped around his little finger.”
“Hmm…”
“Look, guys, I’ve gotta go back over there.” Bam said, slowly getting to his feet, “Whoah…”
“I told you it was strong stuff!” Mige said, grinning smugly.
“What? Why do you have to go back?” Linde asked.
“Because…” Bam replied, “I told Ville I’d meet his boyfriend.”
“Well you have already, now sit!” Mige commanded, “I’m sure they’ll get on fine without you.”
“You sound like my mom.” Bam commented, walking away cautiously, as though he might fall over any minute, “Damn, you were right about the drink, Mige… In fact - ”
Bam reached over, grabbed another glass and made his way back the way he had first came.
“Good luck!” a voice shouted from behind him, probably Mige’s.
Now, if I can just get my feet to walk where I want them to and get this floor to stop shaking so much I can get back over there…
Finally Bam completed his perilous trip through the treacherous lands of “walking through a busy bar whilst vaguely drunk” and found himself back at the “lovers corner”.
“Hey.” Said Trent.
Did he just say “hey”? Don’t ever say hey to me, buddy, I’m not your little chum. Your “charms” might have worked for Ville, but they don’t work for me.
Of course, Bam didn’t say any of this out loud, because, especially close up, Trent was a rather frightening-looking person. For starters, there was the unnaturally pale skin which seemed to only intensify his startling eyes, the tonnes of eyeliner didn’t improve matters much. Then there was the body which, from far away may look skinny, but close up was actually well toned and probably capable of doing a decent amount of damage. There was something else, too. He seemed to give off an aura that said, “Don’t mess with what you don’t understand.” And finally, there was the way Ville was acting around him. Trent wasn’t the sort of boyfriend you would protect, he was the sort you would admire and expect to protect you. Ville was acting like a cheerleader around her jock boyfriend.
“Uhm, yeah.” Bam muttered, pulling a seat up to the table and trying to make eye-contact with Ville, but Ville seemed to only have eyes for his lover.
Trent however, was staring at Bam more than ever. Bam shifted a little in his seat, uncomfortably aware of those eyes boring into his own. Trent shifted his arm from its resting position on the booth behind him to wrap it around Ville. Ville’s head lay on Trent’s chest and he seemed a thousand miles away, looking down at a lock of Trent’s hair he was twisting between his fingers.
Was Trent intelligent? It was almost impossible for Bam to tell. He recalled how Ville had phoned him up, so excited about finally finding someone.
“And he’s so smart, Bam. I mean, I know I’m not exactly stupid, but it’s like… It’s as though no matter what you ask him, he knows the answer. We connected so well. You have to meet him, you’ll love him, I know you will.”
Ville had been wrong, very wrong. The first time Bam had set eyes on Trent had been earlier that day when Ville had introduced them. Something about Trent unnerved Bam. At first, he had tried to shake it off, after all, he was still adjusting to the fact that Ville was gay, but gradually the feeling began to creep back. It kept niggling at the back of his mind, just enough to irritate him. There was just something generally wrong about Trent. Perhaps it was the way Ville changed around him, but then again, this was the first time Bam had seen Ville happily in love in ages, perhaps he just wasn’t used to it. Still…
Bam took his eyes off the couple, feeling slightly uneasier than he had previously. Was it maybe the fact that Ville was happily in love… with someone else? No. No! Of course not! It was probably because Trent was a guy. Yeah, that was it. Ville was acting this way because for the first time he had found someone he could love. It must be difficult, being gay and in denial…
He took another deep swig of the alcohol in front of him and immediately began to feel its effects. A calm settled over him, gently easing the worries of Trent from his mind. Maybe Ville being with Trent wasn’t such a bad idea after all? Heck, as long as Ville was happy, he, Bam was happy, right? Wasn’t it his duty as a friend to support whatever decision Ville made? Right?
“’M gonna go to the bathroom…” Bam muttered, slowly getting to his feet.
Neither Trent nor Ville replied.
Damn, maybe Ville knows how I’ve been thinking about his boyfriend. Shit, that’s why he isn’t talking to me! Wow, this floor is a little unstable, they should get that fixed... Yeah, that’s it. I’ve made Ville mad with me. He knows I don’t like Trent… Oops, left foot then right foot, not both at once… I should’ve been more supportive, I’m such a sucky friend… Whoah!
Bam grabbed the bar for support as he headed for the door leading to the men’s toilets. He kept almost tripping himself up, and the barman kept shooting him looks that said “I think you’ve had enough”, but finally he got there.
Considering how busy the bar usually was, the toilets were pretty clean and expensive looking. The bright light shining on the white tiled floor made Bam pause for a moment as he let the room stop swimming about so much before attempting to reach a urinal. Before he had taken more than two steps, the room started spinning again. He braced himself for a fall…
“Oh, easy Bam!” said a voice behind him.
A strong pair of hands were holding him. A wonderful scent of alcohol and cigarettes and something else hit him and he knew he was safe.
“Hey, Vil’ What are you doing here?”
“I think we’ve done enough drinking for tonight, don’t you sweetheart?” Ville said, a concerned look on his face.
“I’m just gettin’ started!” Bam announced, struggling to get to his feet.
“I don’t think so, Bam.” Ville replied, catching Bam again, “Not when you seem incapable of walking or much else, for that matter. Did you think about how you’re going to get back to the hotel?”
Bam sighed. Now this was the kind of Ville he missed. The rational, natural leader who always knew what to do. The one who would know the best way to clear up the mess Bam made, and was always there to get Bam out of sticky situations.
“Ville? Where’s Trent?”
“What? Oh, he’s back in the bar. I thought I’d check up on you. Good thing I did, too.”
Ville lifted Bam slowly and leant him against the bathroom wall. He knelt down in front of Bam and smiled.
“What am I going to do with you, dear Bam?” he said.
“Let me drink more?”
“I don’t think so.” Said Ville, shaking his head, “Not tonight, anyway.”
“Are you gonna go back to Trent now?” Bam asked.
Ville paused before replying, “And leave you here? Of course not. Now, do you want to tell me why you’ve been knocking your drinks back like there will be no tomorrow?”
Bam met Ville’s eyes and felt something inside. Something different. Something warm and fuzzy and…
“Ohhhh dear.” Ville said in an almost motherly way as Bam threw up over his shoes, “Maybe you can tell me later. I think we’d better get you home.”
“Sorry.” Bam whispered, wiping his mouth.
“Come on.”
Before Bam could even open his mouth to protest (or anything else), Ville had scooped him up and started to carry him back the way he had previously came.
Wow, I never knew Ville was that strong. Was the last thought that ran through Bam’s head before he blacked out completely.
A/N I'm not writing the next chapter, so you can expect it to be good!