My Sweet Prince

A few minutes later, after the confusion and Ville's laughing had died down, Ville decided to leave.

"Well boys, I better get back to my own room." He patted both of them on their backs. "Bye!" He left, still giggling. The room was silent as the door clicked shut. Migé and Bam stared at each other for a few moments.

Then at the same time both yelled, "You like Ville, don't you?!" They stared at each other for a few more moments.

Finally Migé let out a deep breath and spoke. "No, actually, I don't. And I don't really know why you think that." He attempted to be calm and rational.

Bam's face went a very light shade of pink. "I...don't fucking know. And...I don't like Ville." He looked away. "I don't know why the fuck you would think that about me either."

"Bam, come on. I see the way you look at him, and the way you act around him. I'm not a fucking idiot here."

"Why the hell would you care if I like him or not? What, so you and the rest of the guys in HIM can have a good laugh?!" Frustrated, Bam got up and paced to the other side of the room.

"I've known you for a long time now! What makes you think I'd start judging you now? Really now...do you like him?"

"Yes, ok, I am so fucking in love with him. It bothers me every day...are you happy now?!"

"...yeah...real happy." Migé looked up. "Why don't you tell him?"

"Tell him?! Tell him?! Are you out of your FUCKING mind? Tell him and lose my best friend...I'd rather be around him and have him as a best friend, then tell him and have him ignore me for the rest of my life."

"What makes you think he'll do that?"

"I'm not a fucking idiot either, Migé. He doesn't like guys. I don't even know why I do!" He sat on the bed again and looked away from Migé. "Look, just go, ok? I want to be alone."

Migé said nothing and started to head for the door. But Bam's voice made him freeze in place.

"Wait...if you tell Ville a fucking thing about this conversation...I don't even know what I'd do to you."

"I won't say anything." Migé left the room quickly.


Migé finally made it to his own room and threw himself on the bed. 'I like Ville, Bam likes Ville...and I know Ville must like Bam...what the fuck is going on? How did everything get so messed up so quickly?' Migé’s head hurt as he tried to figure out what went wrong, what to do, or even what the hell had happened.

He didn't have long to think before Ville burst into his room. "It's almost two o' clock, Migé sweetheart. We need to decide what we're doing today."

'Two o' clock?' thought Migé. 'Oh yeah, cause we were out until four last night, we all woke up really late.'

"Drinking. We are going to go drinking." Migé said aloud, muffled because his face was in a pillow.

"Good idea. But the drinking can wait until later. What can we do for now?"

"Dunno." Migé rolled over. "I guess we can go get Bam and decide what to do."

"You ok? You sound...different." A worried look flashed across Ville's beautiful face.

"Nah, I'm fine. Guess I'm just a bit tired from last night."

"Ok, let's go then."

They went to Bam's room, only to find him not there. There was however, a note, scrawled in his crazy handwriting.

'Went skateboarding. Meet you guys back here around five. bye. BAM.'

Ville stared at it for a moment. "Well, he ditched us."

"What do you wanna do now?"

Ville thought for a moment. "Let's go get wasted at the bar downstairs."

"Sounds good to me."