(A/N) Most chapters are really super short like this one, so don't be frightened away if there happens to be twenty chapters later on. It's more like three, but cut up into peices.

Pretty Green Eyes

Bam stared at the ceiling from the discomfort of his hotel room bed. He scolded himself, knowing that he was physically worn out and needed rest, but despite that, his mind wouldn't shut up and leave him alone. It was bad enough that he had all of Finland to think about, considering that he was spending a week in Helsinki to get some rest from his busy life back home. Jussi and Jyrki of The 69 Eyes were staying in a separate room down the hall, since they insisted on paying their own way. Bam, who didn't want to be alone, was relieved when he found out there were no more rooms left, so Ville Valo had to share Bam's room instead of being noble and paying for his own room too. Earlier, Bam had been sitting in the room talking to Ville and drinking a bit, and he send Ville down to go get Jussi and Jyrki so they could join in the fun. Ville had left, and didn't come back, so Bam had gone to go get them himself. When Bam got to Jussi and Jyrki's room, Jyrki was pissed at something, and stormed off, and Jussi had fallen asleep, sending Bam back to his room empty handed. Now, Bam lay there, starring at the ceiling, waiting for Ville to come back, even though he had told himself that he was going to forget about Ville and just go to sleep.

But he didn't.

Bam listened as rain started to plink across the window. Bam felt a final thought of relief when he noticed his mind had finally stopped, before he finally fell asleep.

Bam hadn't slept long when he heard someone bump into the door. Bam quickly sat up, and waited for a second, considering the fact that it might have been in his head. He was just about to go back to sleep when there was a louder bump into the door, and this time Bam was sure that it was real. He didn't move, someone fumbling with the doorknob. The door opened, but it got stuck for a second, and what appeared to be a drunken Ville leaned his weight against the door to force it open, and fell onto the floor when the door gave in. Bam watched Ville for a second, Ville half-asleep and non-responsive. Bam sighed and fell back into the soft pillows. Bam was too tired to deal with Ville anyway, so he decided to just go to sleep.

Half an hour later, Bam woke up as he felt Ville climbing onto the bed. Ville tried wearily to climb over Bam, who was laying mid mattress, to get to the other side. Unsuccessfully. He yawned, and gave up, falling asleep flung across Bam's body. He didn't last in the uncomfortable position for long though, and woke up, trying to move across again, finally getting to the other side.

Ville lye on his side, squinting at Bam.

"…Bammie?"

Bam turned to face him. "Yeah, it's me, Bam." Bam said, trying pointlessly to jog some of Ville's memory. Somehow, though, despite being drunk, Ville was able to remember Bam.

He smiled at Bam innocently.

Bam couldn't help smile back, but shook it off, remembering that he was supposed to be pissed at Ville, not smiling at him like an idiot.

"How the hell did you manage to get drunk?" Bam lifted an eyebrow.

"I'm not DRUNK," Ville explained, "I'm MUFFED."

"That's the same thing."

Ville starred at Bam as if he was crazy. "MUFFED." he repeated, yawned and turned his back on Bam.

Bam sighed and let Ville be.

Bam shivered, finally realizing that the hotel room was freezing cold. The smell of rain clung onto the air that seemed to seep in through the cold foggy glass of the small window. Bam climbed out of bed and went to close the curtain in a final attempt for warmth. He tripped on his shirt and hoodie, which he had peeled off and left there in a messy pile a while back ago. He kicked them to the side and climbed back into bed, shivering in the one thin blanket that they provided for the room. Even Ville, drunk as he was, noticed how cold it was, and started to scoot over towards Bam who had most of the blanket. Ville was more sensitive to cold weather than Bam, wearing long sleeves during the summer and complaining about the chill in the air while Bam would throw off his shirt and complain about the heat. Ville pulled at some of the blanket, and got under it. He shiver slightly, and started to sink into it, disappearing somewhere within. Bam blinked, and jerked as he felt Ville's arm wrap around him in a sort of hug. Bam stiffened as he felt Ville snuggle into him. He hadn't anticipated this.

Bam started to calm down as he started to find Ville's warmth soothing, especially considering that Ville was still wearing his long sleeved black button down shirt, and the fabric combined with his warmth felt pleasurable across Bam's bare upper body. Bam closed his eyes and started to hope that the moment would never end, as he listened to Ville's light breathing and the sound of the rain plinking across the window.

Ville wouldn't remember any of this in the morning anyways.

To be continued.