INFORMATION: Name: Sy Carolis Goes By: Sy Age: 22 Hair: Dark brown, naturally wavy/curly Eyes: Cerulean Style: Punk/Alternative Backstory: Born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina. Met Bam Margera at Warped Tour in Pennsylvania a few years back while she was up there visiting her sister. Sy can't stand Ville Valo, though she really has no reason, other than the fact that she thinks he is a whore and a drunk. But, when Bam makes Sy get to know Ville, will her view of him change, or will Bam realize Sy was right all along? I turned and walked away, leaving Ville standing alone in the rain. As much as I hated parting ways like this, it was the choice I had to make. My love for Ville had only grown stronger these past few weeks, which made this harder than it should have been. Two Months Earlier... "Why don't you like him? You don't even know him." Bam said as he led me backstage. Bam had insisted on dragging me to this HIM concert. He knew how I felt about Ville, though I did like HIM's music. "You know why. I'm not going back there to meet him!" I tried pulling away, but Bam was stronger than me. "Yes, you are. How can you not like him when you've never met him?!" "Bam!" Bam stopped and looked at me. "What?" "I. Don't. Want. To. Meet. Him." I pronounced each word slowly and carefully. "Tell. Me. Why." Bam mocked me. "He's a melancholy drunk and there are always women all over him. I love his music, but I can tell that he isn't a good person for me to be around." "That's it? That's all you've got?" Bam stared at me in incredulity. "That's all I need." "Nope!" Bam grabbed my arm and started pulling me into HIM's dressing room. I finally gave up fighting, knowing I wouldn't win. Bam dropped me on the couch as I heard HIM wrap up their last song. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Bam was going to die. A slow, painful death. I couldn't believe he was actually making me meet Ville. It wasn't really that I had heard bad things about the guy, just that I had my own opinion from things I'd seen. Okay, maybe I was just assuming some of these things because he was a rock star, but still.. About ten minutes later, Ville trailed in behind the rest of the band. I had to admit, he looked good as ever. He was tall, dark and handsome, the brooding type. All of these attracted me to him, but there was no way I was going to confess these things to Bam. Instead, I rolled my eyes and turned my head away from Ville. Bam pinched me on the back of my arm. "Ouch!" I exclaimed. Everyone looked at me. "What's wrong with you?" Bam asked, a big smirk on his face. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you to everyone." I shot Bam a look. "Guys, this is Sy. Sy, this is Linde, Mige, Burton, Gas, and Ville." Bam motioned to each of them in turn. I waved halfheartedly at them. "Well, I really should be going now." I stood to go, but Bam grabbed my arm and jerked me back down onto the sofa. "You don't have to go anywhere. And, besides, I'm your ride home." Bam smiled and wiggled his eyebrows annoyingly. I rolled my own eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "So," Bam continued. "What are the plans for tonight?" "Well, I think we're all gonna get drunk, of course." Linde said with a grin. "Except me." Ville and I said at the same time. I smirked, then caught myself. I was supposed to hate Ville. I was supposed to be making a point. I ignored Bam's grin and frowned. "Well, since the two of you aren't drinking, how about you hang out on the bus and get to know one another a little better?" Bam suggested. I elbowed him in the ribs inconspicuously. Bam laughed and stood to follow the rest of the guys out of the dressing room, leaving Ville and I alone. Sighing, I stood again to leave. For real this time. Only, Ville stopped me. "Do you really have to go, love?" God, I almost died when he called me 'love'. But I kept my composure. Even though I was starting to question why I hadn't liked him. He was gorgeous. And sweet. And his voice was like Heaven. I realized that I hadn't answered him yet when he cocked his brow at me. "Oh…Uhmm…I guess we could hang for a bit. But I do have work tomorrow, so not too late." There. Nice, but not too binding. I smiled awkwardly and sat back down. Again. "Where do you work?" Ville asked, lounging in his chair as lazily as a cat. "Right now, I work at the mall." I said. "Right now? Does that mean you have other plans? Bigger plans?" Ville pressed. "Yeah. I want to be a singer." "What kind of singer?" "I want to be in a band, but none of my friends ever have enough time. So, I'm saving money and I guess I'll try to get a deal alone." Ville sat up and looked at me, then smiled. "Sing for me." "What? No." I scoffed. There was no way I was going to sing for Ville. Not now. Not ever. "C'mon. Please." Ville flashed that perfect smile and stared at me through his emerald-green eyes. I felt like punching myself. Perfect smile? No. "I'm not doing it." I stood to go yet again. "I really should be getting home though." I said for what felt like the millionth time. Ville stood, too. "I'll walk you to your car." I sighed. Shit. "I came with Bam. I guess I'll walk." "I don't have a car, but I can walk you home, if you want." Why was he such a gentleman? And how could I say no? "Fine." I gave in. The walk home wasn't that long. I lived in Charlotte, North Carolina. Bam was just down visiting me for a few days. This whole thing had been Bam's idea. And now, here I was, stuck with Ville when I didn't even like him. I had let him walk me home, though I knew it was not the right thing to do, considering how I felt about him. But the more we walked and talked, the more I found myself–again–questioning why I didn't like him. Then, about halfway to my house, a reminder came up and draped one long, white arm over Ville's shoulders and started running her black-tipped hand through his hair. The girl–or should I say…whore? Skank? Roadie?–had short brown hair and was dressed in very little. She had on a silver sequined mini skirt and a halter top that barely fit. Her high heels were too high and her lipstick was too red. And starting to smear all over Ville's neck. I stood there awkwardly and watched as Ville tried to push the girl away. Well, kudos to him for having will power. The girl stood back and looked at Ville, seeming hurt. But I knew better than that. She was going to get her way. Sooner rather than later. "Ville…Come on…You know you want to." She said, trailing one long finger down Ville's chest seductively. "Uhmm…I'm actually in the middle of something right now." Ville replied, removing her finger and motioning to me. "Oh, her? She can join." "Woah, no she can't." I said. "Look, whatever you guys do is between the two of you. Don't drag me into it." I turned to walk away, leaving Ville to the man-eater. A few minutes later, Ville came up in stride beside me. "You just left me back there." Ville looked behind him, probably to make sure the chick wasn't following him. "Yeah." Was all I said. "Why?" "You're a big boy; you can handle yourself. Besides, we're almost to my place anyway." Ville shook his head, which made me smile. Surely, he knew that I didn't like him. I stopped walking and turned to face him. "You can go now. I know my way. And she is probably still waiting, hoping you've changed your mind." I smirked at Ville's expression. Discomfort and confusion. "Do you have a problem with me?" Ville asked. Suddenly, I felt sorry for him. I felt bad for trying to be a bitch, no matter how well I had or hadn't done. "Did I do something?" I sighed. "Look, it's not really you. It's things like that–" I motioned behind us where we had left the roadie. "–and the rock star lifestyle. I don't know. I just don't like it. Bam seems quite fond of you, but all I see is a melancholy drunk whose always surrounded by women. It's not a very good image and I don't li–" Before I could finish, Ville's lips were on mine. Weird. I was in the middle of telling the dude that I didn't like him and he kisses me? And I wasn't objecting. Instead, I was responding. Geez, what was wrong with me? I pulled away and stared at Ville like he was crazy. "What are you doing? Why did you just kiss me?" I was out of breath from the kiss and the thinking and the lack of belief that I had actually liked kissing Ville. "I've never met anyone like you." Ville said quietly, as if he were studying me. "You don't even know me." I started walking in the direction of my house again and knew that Ville wasn't following me. That night, I lay awake in bed. All I could think about was that kiss. And the fact that I had totally betrayed myself. I was supposed to not like Ville Valo. I was supposed to think he was a bad influence. I was supposed to prove Bam wrong. I was not supposed to wonder why I hated Ville Valo. I was not supposed to think he was a good person. And most importantly, I was not supposed to have kissed him back! Eventually, I fell asleep. Though, I wasn't safe from my subconscious, either. I dreamed that Ville and I were dancing in the stars. Literally, floating thousands of feet above the rest of the sleeping world. Ville was twirling me around on a cloud, our lips nearly touching. A bang on the door woke me up with a start. I opened the door and Bam fell into me. "I was so worried!" Bam exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing too hard. He smelled of booze and cigarettes. Ew. "About what?" I asked, pushing Bam away. I knew he was just drunk and making a big deal out of nothing. Surely, though, Ville had told Bam I was safe and home? "About you, dummy!" I shook my head and led Bam inside. Looking at the clock on the far wall, I noted that it was only after two in the morning. Bam was going to pay for this. I had work at eight the next morning. Ridiculous. After laying Bam down on the sofa, I said, "Didn't Ville tell you he walked me home?" "Ville? Is he here?" Bam stood up again and looked around the room anxiously. "What? No!" I pushed Bam back onto the couch roughly. What kind of girl did he think I was anyway? I didn't bring home random guys I did like, let alone guys I didn't like. Or…sort of didn't…oh, I don't know. "Right. Sorry. I'm going to sleep." By the time I had gotten Bam a blanket from my closet, he was out like a light. Good. I was too tired to talk anymore. The next morning, when I woke up, Bam had made breakfast. And guess who was sitting at my kitchen table, looking like he owned the place? "Good morning, love." Ville said, taking a sip of coffee from my favorite mug. I sighed inside and forced a smile on the outside. "What's for breakfast, Bam?" I asked. Bam was still at the stove, cooking away. He usually didn't do anything, so this must be a special occasion, or he was making up for waking me before dawn. "Eggs, bacon, toast, OJ and coffee." Bam smiled wickedly and handed me a heaping plate. "Jesus. I can't eat all this." I shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth. "What's this about anyway?" I asked after swallowing. "Can't I just make you breakfast every now and then?" Bam asked innocently. "No, actually. You always have an ulterior motive." "She's right, you know." Ville interjected. I shot Ville a look, which got me a look from Bam. I sighed. "I'm going to work." "You don't have to be at work for another two hours." Geez. It was that early? Oh, well. I wasn't going to sit here and deal with these two double-teaming me. "Well, I'll go for a walk. I'm going to go get ready and then I'll be leaving." I threw Bam his key I had given him. "Lock up when you leave." I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, turned my radio up (making sure to listen to 30 Seconds To Mars, rather than my usual HIM CD) and jumped in the shower. Singing along with Jared Leto's voice on Stranger In A Strange Land, I thought about Ville. Why? I have no idea. I was so confused by how I felt about him. A part of me wanted to like him, but another, more stubborn part of me, had to not like him. It was a pride thing, I supposed. I got out of the shower and put on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, my black Rue 21 shirt, nametag and Converse. After brushing my naturally curly hair, I let it fall freely down my back and put on a little eyeliner. I nearly ran into Ville on my way out my bedroom door. "Crap! What are you doing?!" I gasped, a hand to my chest. "I heard you sing." Ville was leaning against the doorframe smiling mischievously at me. "Great. You're weird and creepy sometimes, you know that?" "I don't mean to be." Ville said defensively. "Well, you are. I have to go to work." I tried to maneuver around Ville, but he put his arm out and wouldn't let me. "Why won't you just give me a chance?" "I don't know you." "I'm not talking about a relationship. I just mean that you should get to know me before judging me so harshly." Ville did an about-face and left. I had no idea where Bam was. Probably waiting downstairs, leaving Ville and I "alone". And look how that had turned out. Now Ville hated me as much as I was supposed to hate him. But did I really hate him as much I let on? No time to think about it now; I had to get to work. VILLE: I got in the car with Bam. The tour was over and I was supposed to fly back to Finland tomorrow. I couldn't wait. I wanted out of this city, out of this country. I just needed to be back in my tower, writing music and painting. The only things I was good at. God knows, I wasn't good at love. Or whatever this was. Sure, I didn't love Sy, but it hurt me that she thought so lowly of me when she didn't even know me. Did other people think of me like that? Did they only see a sex icon? A 'melancholy drunk', as Sy so kindly put it? I sure hoped not. I told Bam to just take me back to the hotel. "What are you going to do at the hotel all day?" Bam asked, stopping at a red light. "Perhaps I'll brood all day and get drunk." I said darkly. "This is about Sy, isn't it?" "No, this about me. Look, I'll walk from here." I got out of the car and started walking in the direction of the hotel. Then I stopped. I realized that what I was doing now was just what Sy said I did. Brooding. I was sulking. About some girl's opinion. Some girl I had just met and knew nothing about. Why was I letting what she thought about me get to me at all? Maybe you should just forget about her opinion and do what you want. I thought. Bam hadn't followed me, so I called him. SY: On my way home from work, I decided to walk on into the city and buy something easy for dinner. I was thinking maybe pizza rolls or Subway. I passed by the bar and saw Ville inside. I laughed caustically to myself. Of course. He was exactly as I had thought. Fine. If he wanted to be like that, so could I. VILLE: I had been at the bar a lot longer than I realized. I wasn't even sure why the bar was open as early as it had been when I had gotten here, but now it was almost two in the afternoon. Geez. I decided to finish my drink and go on back to the hotel. Bam was in the corner, but he would be fine solo. I looked up just as Sy was walking into the bar and nearly choked on my water. Sy was dressed in a skimpy black dress and too high heels. What was she doing here in the first place? And why was she wearing that? Surely she knew how she must look. I stood and walked over to her, not entirely sure what I was going to say. What was I supposed to say? "What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like a slut?" Yeah, I was sure that wouldn't get me any brownie points. "Hey. I wasn't expecting to see you here." I said when I reached Sy. "I'm sure you weren't." Sy replied venomously. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier." When Sy didn't say anything, I continued. "But why are you dressed like that?" "Dressed like what?" Sy asked innocently. So, she was playing with me. Fine. I could play that game. "Like a slut." Sy flinched, but recovered quickly. "That's not your concern." Sy smiled and strutted away toward the bar, where she leaned sexily back against it. Her long brown hair flowed gently around her shoulders, her blue eyes standing out against her dark lashes. She was beautiful. But she was devious, too. A guy who looked about 25 or so leaned casually on the bar beside Sy and started whispering to her. He twirled a strand of hair around one of his fingers and Sy giggled at something he said. I rolled my eyes and left the club. I sat down right outside the door cross-legged and leaned against the wall. After smoking a cigarette, I decided that I should go back inside and keep an eye on Sy. That guy she was talking to seemed pretty sketchy to me. Go ahead and call it jealousy if you want, but I didn't trust him. I flicked my cigarette butt and went back inside. Sy was no longer by the bar. I spotted her in the crowd of gyrating bodies, grinding on Mr. Sketchy. I sighed and sat at the bar, keeping my eyes on the two of them. What was with Sy? Why had she started acting like this all of a sudden? I mean, I knew she didn't like me, and I didn't really know her. For all I knew, she could do this all the time. But I had a feeling these actions were rare. I sighed and strode over to where Bam was sitting with a girl. He looked up at me and frowned at my expression. "What's up with you?" Bam asked. "You know that Sy is over there, dressed like a hooker, grinding on some random guy?" I replied. "What?" Bam asked as if I were stupid. "No she's not. Sy doesn't do that type of thing." "Doesn't she?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. I supposed he finally realized I was being for real, because he stood and looked over my shoulder. The expression that crossed his face then told me that he saw what I was talking about. I watched as Bam walked over and grabbed Sy by the upper arm. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it looked as if things were getting pretty intense. I decided to step in before things got out of hand. SY: I was lost in the music and the feel this sexy stranger's hands on my hips when I felt someone grab my arm. Bam swung me around to look at him. He seemed angry. "What the Hell?" I jerked my arm away. I noticed Ville walking toward us and knew this was all his doing. "What are you doing?" Bam asked. He gave me a once-over and, with a disgusted expression, turned to face the guy I had been dancing with. "I was dancing." I explained. "What's it to you?" "Dancing? It seemed a little more intimate than that." "Bam, I appreciate you trying to watch out for me, or whatever it is you're doing, but I can handle myself." "Apparently not, if you're just going to sleep with every Tom, Dick and Harry because he buys you a pricey drink." I slapped Bam across the face, which caused Ville to step between us. "Sy, calm down." Ville said. "Why can't you just mind your own business?" I shouted over the music. "I was just looking out for you." "Well, don't. Just leave me alone. Like I said, I can handle myself." I turned to leave, but Ville caught my wrist. "Can we talk?" "No. I'm going home. I'm not allowed to have fun, remember? Who knows, maybe I'll let some guy buy me a drink and then go have sex with him." I left Ville, Bam and my dance partner standing in the crowd of sweaty dancers.