Alright here goes some backround of Finland's capital Helsinki: It is located in the southern part of Finland on the shore of the Gulf of Finland. Helsinki forms a urban sprawl with three other cities, Espoo, Vantaa and Kauniainen, which are together called the capital area. This area has about 975,000 citizens.
The story takes place in Helsinki where Ville has a loft and I'll take it from there... Your name is Ella Brook and are on your way to CVG Airport in Cincinnati, Ohio. You just graduated as Class of '09 and are on your way to Helsinki to attend university.
P.A.: "Last call for boarding to Helsinki, Finland. Last call for boarding to Helsinki, Finland..."
You were squished in between people when you woke up.
"Oh, shit!" you said as you took all your bags and headed for the boarding entrance.
You handed the flight attendant your ticket.
"Thank you," the flight attendant said absent-mindedly as she shoved the ticket in front of your face.
"What happened to fucking manners, lady?" you said loudly.
She scowled and shoved it in your face even more. You struggled to take the ticket with all the bags you were trying to carry.
Fucking waste of my time.
You went down the temporary hall that connected the airport to the plane. As you approached the plane you were greeted with a huge smile. When you reached yet another flight attendant you handed her your boarding pass.
"Your seat is 20E in the coach section. Go pass this curtain-"
"What?"
"Ma'am, your seat is 20E in the coach section."
"No, no. I ordered first class. Coach would be way too crowded with all this shit I have."
"I'm afraid you're wrong, ma'am."
She pointed out on your ticket where it said "COACH"
"Damn the internet..." you mumbled.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am, but I'm going to have to ask you to move to your seat. There is a queue forming behind you," the flight attendant said with a hint of agitation in her voice.
Just my luck... I'm so glad I'm leaving this hellhole...
You moved on until you finally reached your seat. It was the one beside the window.
"Great." you said sarcastically.
You put all of your bags in the cargo hold above the row of seats and sat in your seat and started to read Anne Rice. A couple of minutes later a person sat beside you with a kid in the last seat.
"Sorry, excuse me." he said.
You nodded your head in acknowledgement. You didn't feel like opening your mouth. The kid was kicking and screaming and whining. You tried your best to ignore them, but little by little you were getting more and more agitated. Finally, the kid shut up as the captian came on the speaker looking from where the voice was coming from.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I will be your captian for this flight to Helsinki, Finland. We will be leaving shortly and it looks like Mother Nature is working with us today. Outside is a nice 80 degrees with a slight chance of showers. We will ascend in the air about 25,000 feet to avoid turbulance and will be in Helsinki in about 12h and 50 mins. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Please enjoy your flight."
12h and 50mins with this kid... I think they'll be looking for his head by the end of this flight...
You chuckled at that thought.
The man looked over at you and said, "I know what you're thinking, 12h, huh? Don't worry, William will be knocked out soon I gave him NyQuil..." he chuckled.
You smiled and kept reading your book. You hated idle chatter.
As you got off the plane into the Helsinki-Vantaa Airport the P.A. said:
"Welcome to Helsinki-Vantaa. Today it's 19 degrees Celcuis with scattered showers."
This whole being able to speak Finnish has paid off. I wonder what 19 degress Celcius is in Fahrenheit... I hope my ride is here...
You looked around to see if anyone had a sign with your name on it. An old man in suit held a sign with scraggly writing that read: "Mr Ella Brook". You went up to himand realized he had already gathered your luggage.
"Hei, te harjoittaa we, haluta?" the old man said as he started for the limo outside the double doors.
"Ajaa te haastaa Englannin kieli?" you asked.
"Y-ees," the old man struggled to say and gave up. "Vhinen mr."
You followed him to the limo and he put all your bags in the trunk. It seemed like forever until you reached the city centre and you could see campus form outside your window. You stopped in front of a huge building and realized this is where you were going to live. You got out of the limo and followed the old man up a couple of flight of stairs. He stopped at at apartment door 63B. As he fumbled for the keys you took some of your bags out of his hands.
"Thank you," he said.
You smiled. He unlocked the apartment door. You walked in and were completely blown away.
This is amazing... Dad really did come through...
"Ieee... hava.." he put two fingers on the palm of his other hand and moved them back and forth.
"Oh, okay," he started for the door.
"Wait," you said.
You looked in your purse for some notes and gave him a tip. Again, he said, "Thank you." and left with a smile on his face. You left your bags in the middle of the hallway and ran upstairs and plopped down on your bed.
I'm so frickin' tired.... I better call Dad to tell him I got here alright...
You dailed your dad's number.
R-R-RRRING...
"Hello?" a voice answered.
"Martin, put Dad on," you said.
"How's it over there... Man, I wish I coulda gone..." your brother said.
"Martin, just put Dad on the phone," you said irritably.
"Alright, alright..."
You heard some unintelligible talking as Martin passed the phone.
"Hello? Ella? Everything's alright? How was the flight-" your dad said frantically.
"Dad, I'm fine. I'm just calling to tell you that I'm here and I'm fine. The loft is absolutely awesome. Shouldn't've doubted you a second. I guess I'm calling to say thanks for everything. You don't know how much it means to me."
You and your dad talked for a few more minutes until you hung up.
I can't believe I'm here now, all by myself. This is gonna be awesome...
You went under the covers and scrunched up in a ball to keep warm.
I guess 19 degrees Celsius is pretty damn cold.
You fell asleep with a smile on your face, content on how things had gone so far, but a couple of hours later around 4 A.M. stomping, banging, and loud music was seeping through your ceiling. You tossed and turned until you finally sat up on your bed, hair all a mess, eye boogers at the corners of your eyes, in a tank top and girl briefs with a bleeding heartagram on the front of them, all that good stuff.
Stupid fucks. Don't some people think it might be possible that their downstairs neighbor might be just a eensy bit tired and annoyed right about now...
You got up and put your fingers through your hair and picked out the eye boogers.
Not my best, but who's gonna see me this time of night...
You went up to the apartment right above your and knocked as loud as you could on the door. This was going to be good. You were ready to say a few expletive words to whoever opened that door.
Poor guy.
Right as you were going to knock again the door opened. You couldn't see the guy's face he was still talking to the rest of his buddies in the room with his left hand still grasping on the inside knob. He had a sleeve tattoo on his left arm, had a heartagram above the front of his pants, and was shirtless. He laughed. You were about to burst as he turned around to face you. He had shaggy chesnut brown hair down to the bottom of his ears, greenish-blue eyes, and had a skinny, but not scrawny form.
"May I help you?" he said looking confused as he said it.
"Uh... Um... could you, like, keep..." you barely managed to say.
"Yes?" he asked.
He looked up and down at you. Realizing what you were wearing you blushed and crossed your arms on your chest. You managed to say nothing. He smiled, looking pleased and pleasantly surprised to see a barely-dressed girl in front of his door. You smiled sheepishly.
"I'm Ville," he said simply.
"I'm Ella," You uncrossed your arms trying to cover your underwear.
This was not what I was expecting...
"Could you keep it down? I just got in from Cincinnati and it was a 12 hour flight and I'm exhausted." you finally managed to say.
"Understandable, love. Will do." he said as he still smiled.
You crossed your arms again and started to walk away. He called from behind and you looked back.
"Nice underwear," he said.
You blushed madly. This is so fucking embarrassing...I'm such a dork...
You went back to your apartment, buried your face in your pillow, and screamed.