Falling

[hardrock69]

-Title-Falling
-Rating-R (for language)
-Pairing-Vam (duh)
-Summary-Bam finds his true feelings after he finds out Ville's secret...
-Disclaimer-The usual don’t own, don’t know, never happened, blah blah blah...although...*strokes chin thoughtfully*

I slowly clanked down the stairs, my hands stuffed in my pockets and my head hanging low. What if it’s a joke? Yeah that’s it...it’s just a fucking joke. I bet Dunn or Raab did this shit. But what if it wasn’t? Fuck. What am I gonna do now?
"Earth to Bammie boy!" Ville waved a hand in front of my face, catching my attention. "What? Don’t stare at me like that...you’re making me nervous." He stuck out his tongue, and laughed nasally. I just kept staring at him, my mind turning a blank. The smile left his face, and he raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t push the matter.

"Let’s go!" Raab yelled, as everyone pilled out of the room and to the front door. Ok, so we’re going drinking...drinking is good. Drinking is familiar. It’ll look better when I’m drunk..right? No you idiot! What if you and Ville get drunk and something happens? No, nothing would happen. It hasn’t happened before.

I kept arguing with myself, deciding if I should actually go get drunk. What if I did get drunk and Ville tried to do something. No, no...he’s my friend...he wouldn’t do something like that with me while I’m drunk...would he?

"Seriously, what’s wrong with you Bam?" the deep Finnish accent behind me made me jump a mile out of my skin. I whipped around and was face to face with Ville, who was looking at me strangely.

I stood in front of him, in the middle of the hallway, unable to move or speak. "Ever since you bumped into me upstairs, you haven’t been the same. And what were you doing in my room anyway?" He bombarded me with questions. He had his arms crossed in front of his thin chest, and his head was cocked to one side, waiting for my answer, and all I could do was stand there like an idiot, with my eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I couldn’t even form the simplest of syllables. "Well?" He asked expectantly.

"I..uh..just," Jesus Christ! How can he have this kind of power over me? "I was just looking for uh..something..and I.." my stomach started churning and my palms grew sweaty. I felt sick.

"Bammie?" His expression softened, and his arms feel to his sides, "Are you ok? You look really pale." He lift a large hand to my shoulder. I swallowed hard, as the slight pressure from his hand on my shoulder registered in my head.

Ok, what the hell is going on? He makes me nervous, my heart is racing and my stomach is doing flip-flops. I’ve become a mumbling, stuttering idiot. And what’s worse is that it’s Ville that’s making me like this. "I’m fine." I finally managed a somewhat decent answer. Even if it was a lie. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "It’s just..I don’t know. I feel kinda weird." I whispered, casting my eyes to the floor.

"Sick? Do you want to just stay here?" He questioned, his eyes filling with concern and something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

"Yeah. I think I’ll just stay here tonight." I agreed, feeling a little relieved.

"Ok, I’ll go tell everyone that they can go with out us." he nodded his head and quickly disappeared through the front door.

Did he say ‘go with out us’? Shit.