The One I Love

A/N: Definitely don't expect almost any updates for this thing because the girl I do it with and I really suck at writing ... we cannot focus. But please enjoy this update for now. And we will eventually finish this thing.

Chapter Thirteen: Guilty

Bam stirred a little and slowly let his eyes come into focus. He sat up and stretched, getting up slowly, padding into the kitchen. "....Hey, Ville...where'd you put the...fuck. What was I looking for?" He laughed a little and shook his head. "Uhh....anyway. Ville...where the fuck are you?" He walked back into the living room. No one. Bathroom. Open door, empty room. "Viiileeee. Stop hiiiding from meee." He smiled a little, walking into the bedroom. "You in here?" He tilted his head at the mass under the blankets. "That doesn't look right..."

He walked over and threw the blankets back to find a stack of pillows. "Okay...Ville....this isn't funny..." He looked around the small apartment for a little bit. Finding no one, he started getting a tiny bit panicked. Where was he? How did he get out without him knowing? Was he okay? What happened to him? Bam wasn't sure, and that scared him. And, being the person he is, he grabbed his cellphone and dashed out of the apartment. He had no idea where he was going or where he was gonna start looking, but.....looking seemed like a very good idea right now.

Bam had barely gotten anywhere and he was pulling out his cell again, calling Ville's phone. "Please pick up, please pick up." He begged in a worried whisper.

"Hello?" He sounded a little distracted.

"Ville....where are you?"

Ville blanked for a second, "Uh....On my way home."

"Okay....uh, where were yo--" He stopped, seeing the unmistakenly familiar figure coming around the corner.

Ville stopped dead. Frozen. What was he going to do now? How was he going to explain the outfit he was in? What was Bam going to say? He slowly pulled his phone away from his ear, clicking his phone off.

Bam let his hand fall limp away from his ear, staring at the man before him. What the hell is he in?! He couldn't help but stare. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. His mouth dropped and moved wordlessly for a moment. He snapped his mouth shut and went back to staring. "Ah....uh....I....you.....what the hell are you in?!" He blurted out.

Ville looked down at himself, over the outfit that he had only haphazardly thrown himself into from the previous night. "Erm...well, I....wanted to....see what the big deal was all about....I, uh...was.....doing it like they do in Japan." He muttered, not sure what he was saying.

"Why would you-- wait a second....They really dress like that over there?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm really tired, Bam. I just wanna go to sleep." The Finnish man turned to walk down the hall. Suddendly, Bam stood in front of him, blocking his way.

"No ..."

"Bam, that's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny ..."

The singer moved to get by on Bam's other side and ran into the skateboarder again. He sighed. "What?"

"You're not going inside until you tell me what's wrong ... tell me what's going on."

"...nothing's wrong."

"Stop with that bullshit already, Ville. Where were you tonight?"

Ville looked away and said nothing.

"If everything was okay, you could tell me where you were!"

"I told you already, I can't ... I don't want to talk about it ..."

"Well, you have to."

"I don't have to do anything ..." Ville mumbled and tried to push past Bam.

But Bam held onto him. "No, Ville, not this time. You can't keep running away."

"... C'mon Bam." Ville said, with tears in his eyes.

"No, I hate this, I hate seeing tears in your eyes, Vil. I hate seeing you in pain. Please tell me what's wrong so I can help ..." He paused for a moment and quietly added, "Please." Ville just looked away as tears ran down his face.\par \par Bam took a deep breath and quickly pushed Ville against the wall. "Tell me." The Finnish man just shook his head no. Bam grabbed Ville's shoulders tightly and kissed him quickly. "Ville ... please ... tell me ... tell me because ... I love you."

Ville stared at Bam in disbelief and then pushed him away hard and ran into the apartment. Feeling like his heart had been ripped out, Bam slowly sank to the floor and sobbed.