~~~Author's note:
Keep in mind that they are speaking Finnish. I didn't really want to make everyone just google translate this entire thing, so... it's in English. You're welcome :P~~~
Sauli:
"Babe, are you sure you don't want to come to the concert tonight? I can cancel with Niko," Mika called from the bedroom, spending hours picking out his outfit for this Lambert guy.
I sighed from the living room couch, turning off the show on TV. "No, for the last time, I'm just not interested."
There was silence for a moment, followed by a saddened, "Alright…"
I played with my hands for a few minutes, getting impatient. "Would you hurry up?" I called.
"Sorry, sorry!" Mika said as he strolled out from the bedroom, completely glitter-splattered and the epitome of glam. "How do I look?" He stopped in front of me and placed his hands on his jutted-out hips. So flamboyant at times… it was kind of irritating.
Mika was shedding glitter onto the carpet with every slight movement. I watched the sparkles rain down onto the floor and then gave him a look. "I think you overdid the glitter."
"Please," he rolled his jade eyes, "this is Adam Lambert we're talking about. Don't you know anything about him?"
I shook my head, "No, and I really don't care."
"Whatever… It's your loss." Mika winked at me and batted his drag queen fake-lashed eyes.
Mika was actually wearing a black and red feather boa and a fishnet shirt, not to mention the tiniest leather shorts covering just a little bit of his shaved legs. He looked like an extremely gay whore. It was kind of funny. There was no other way to describe him.
"You look ridiculous," I laughed.
"That's the point! Adam will love it."
"How is he going to see you?" I asked doubtingly, placing my legs onto the coffee table and crossing my arms.
"Um, hello, front row tickets..?" Mika bragged. He whipped the tickets out from nowhere and waved them in my face. "I think I'm also going to go see him in LA when I go on my business trip."
I rolled my eyes. "And since when are you such a big fan? You never even talk about this guy."
Mika shrugged, green eyes sparkling. "I just got into him. I would so do him. Honey, really, I'm sorry, but I'd leave your ass for him." He twirled around dramatically, showing off every angle of his outfit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with Niko."
"Hey," I stated, standing up. I glared jealously at Mika as I grabbed his wrist. "You're mine. I'm watching you."
Mika giggled. You know, for a guy much bigger than me, he was so much more feminine. "I know, baby, don't worry."
Mika grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me in for a loud, chaste, and playful kiss that ended with a smack. There may have been no jolt, but it sure left me dizzy.
"Are you sure you'll be okay while I'm gone?" Mika asked quietly into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me. He actually sounded concerned, dropping the exaggerated diva act for a moment.
I nodded into his hard chest. My voice was muffled, "Go, you're going to be late. Have fun, but not too much fun."
Mika snickered, bringing back the playful attitude, and kissed my forehead.
"Whatever you say, baby," he cooed, pinching my cheeks.
Mika threw me a kind smile and made his way over to the front door, slipping on his studded platform boots. I shook my head at him. Where he could find such things and use them properly was beyond me.
"You know you're probably going to block everyone else's view with those things on, right?" I reminded him.
Mika shrugged, molting more glitter. I sighed. "Honestly, I don't care. I just need Adam to notice me," he admitted. "See you later!"
"See you," I mumbled as I half-heartedly waved.
Mika blew me a kiss and ducked down now that he was freakishly tall in order to get out of the door, shutting it with a slight slam.
I sighed and plopped back down onto the couch, bored out of my mind. Why was I in such a useless mood?
I ended up literally just sitting on the cushions for a few hours and moping pathetically to myself.
I guess I was still peeved and worried about my fight with Mika. They were too often and so, so stupid. I glanced over at the clock and rolled my eyes. No wonder my ass was going numb; I'd been sitting in the exact same spot, staring at a wall, for three hours now. The concert was probably over by now and Mika still wasn't home. He was most likely just out having some post-concert drinks or something. As long as he hadn't gone back to Lambert's hotel room with him, I really didn't mind. At least one of us was enjoying themselves.
I groaned and finally decided to stop being such a whiny bitch and go out, maybe try to have some fun. I wasn't going to act like a sad puppy waiting for its owner to come home. I shoved myself off the couch and went to the bedroom to get ready. I just threw on whatever I got my hands on until I thought I looked half decent. I didn't really know where I was going, but I just needed to get out of here for a while. Maybe I could go to a club or something. Drowning in drinks and forcing my lame ass to socialize with a bunch of crack-heads seemed like a pretty good idea at this point.
