Ville: don't be afraid, my loveeeee! I won't let him!

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-_- have to do it on the actual site noa that my Word Processor keeps fixing 'Dani' as 'DanI'. -_- FUCK IT.

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Ville was still gripping around the red rose's stem, feeling the thorn dig into his the flesh of his hand.

Dani barged into the room, with Jeff behind him, shaking and Matt holding onto Dani's arm as if trying to restrict him from some serious damage while Ville bit down and stepped back, holding his hand up in defeat. Dani's eyes burned with fearas he picked off his broken Iron Maiden CD off the floor and then shot a glare over at Ville, in anger and fury. He placed the broken CD onto the counter and pounced onto Ville, pinning him towards the floor and then his eyes caught the things that were underneath Ville's bed. Dani let go of Ville only to curl downwards and see.

"VILLE FUCKING WHATEVER VALO! WHAT IS HALF OF MY STUFF DOING HERE, BROKEN?"

"...um...well, I can explain that...the insomnia and stuf...I keep on stealing your CD's and when I'm barely awake, I throw them at the wall..."

Dani launched towards Ville, his arms wrapped around Ville's slender neck, and Matt grabbed onto Dani's hand, tearing him away. In seconds, Ville was struggling for breath even with Dani's hands off as he crawled towards the drawer and pulled out his inhaler from the drawer. Matt just rolled his eyes over at Dani who calmed down bit by bit. "He's gonna pay for all of them..."

"How?" Ville said, slowly regulating to his normal breathing.

"Well, you figure it out. You know that this Phantom of the Opera thing...it isn't just in our school anymore, this thing is a big deal now. We're gonna do it in some sort of theatre and rich people are gonna watch it. This might be your big break. You might get someone notice your musical talent or whater, you bitch and YOU are gonna pay for my CD's with the money you get when people pay for you to be their prostitute."

Ville cocked his head to one side, short black hair spilling over. "Wait...you...how long have you known that it isn't just in our school!"

Dani smirked. "Longer than you'd think."

"But I'm playing a girl! Holy fuck, Dani, you set this up!" Ville's face scrunched up with anger as Dani nodded his head, smirking at him, and holding onto Matt's hand tightly. "You knew that this was gonna be a big deal and...wait, what do you gain outta this?"

"...hmm...half the people attending are some of my friends and they love a good prostitute."

"I'm not a - I'm a virgin...you...you...fuck...you..." Ville snapped, black hair spilling over his eyes and Dani turned away from him while Matt and Jeff stared at Dani in shock. "...you want to gain money out of making me your friends' bitches. What else is there left, Dani?"

"You little friend, John, would pay really well to have you..."

Ville stared down at the flower into his hand and gripped on it tightly. "Fucking bastard," Ville whispered, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "You made me believe he actually loved me! You told him all of that, didn't you? About the butterflies, about the fear of being fearless, you told him about me, didn't you? You gave away every ounce of my private life to a stranger, isn't that right, Dani...?"

"I don't know..." Dani blinked. "What the fuck are you talking about, Valo?"

Ville's hand was onto his cheek. So John was one of Dani's little friends, had been stalking Ville for Ville's virginity? Was he playing him all along? Or was Dani twisting this all around for him? He needed the damned truth. All he knew was that Dani was using him and Ville fell for it all along. Ville moved towards the window. "Get outta here, Dani."

"Butterflies... what the fuck do you mean?"

"Get outta here, Dani!" Ville exclaimed, tears burning down his eyes. "Get out."

"Fine."

When they had left, Jeff shooting him an apologetic smile and Matt talking him slowly away. Ville locked the door and was about to lock the window just when a pair of soft lips pressed against his own and John slipped inside of the room, stroking Ville's tearstained cheek. John rubbed Ville's tears away and kissed his eyelids. "Go away," Ville said, in the most vulnerable voice ever.

"I heard." John smiled warmly and sat down onto the floor. Apparently, John wasn't the type to care for chairs or objects. He patted his lap so that Ville can sit down and Ville turned aound in anger, wanting to get away. John gripped onto his thin wrist and pulled him downwards to him. Being close to John made Ville's heart flutter but he wasn't sure if he was ready to forgive anyone. Everyone was playing and hacking within his mind. John knew his secrets and Dani wasn't so...friendly anymore. He never was but he'd never really go through with this, would he? John tucked a strand of black hair away from Ville's face. "Do you believe him, my little apricot?"

Ville stared up into John's eyes, so truthful. Honesty bathed in them. Ville trusted him...even after all of this, Ville knew he could never mistrust John. John was sweet, honest, loving, caring, everything that Ville could ever want in one person. John stroked Ville's hair. "He's right about one thing though. You are going to get your musical talent. You see...Dani is the type that's insecure."

Ville blinked. "Dani?"

"Yes, you see, Dani isn't sweet because he's afraid if he is sweet to you, he'd be vulnerable and he's afraid to truly commit himself to Matt. Behind the doors, Dani and Matt are loving, caring, decent. Like every other normal couple in the world, love changes the beast. We all know that. Except outside, he's afraid that the fact that he's in love with Matt will break his...toughness scale so he gets a bit more cruel than usual. He wants Matt to dump him because he needs the abuse. He needs to be angry about something in order for him to act on someone. He wants to be loved but believes that strength only comes in one way. It's very simple, actually, my love." John ran a finger through Ville's hair. "He's not so much different from you on the inside. His only fear is to be vulnerable. His only want is Matt but he's afraid that if he does love Matt and it all ends up in shambles, then he'd be left weak. He wants to appear that he doesn't care about Matt because then the mask will be easier to maintain. If he opens up to you then he'll always himself to hurt if Matt does leave him."

Ville curled up into John's arms. "Why do you know much about Dani as well?"

"How can I love you if I don't probe through the people that make you...? You see, Dani does effect you. He makes you stronger. Because Dani keeps on hurting you and reopening old wounds, he's helping you heal from past fragileness. He's making you immune to your own pain. And he knows that he does that. That's another reason why he keeps on going so strong. He knows that even if he is cruel, he's doing some good to you, to Jeff, to Matt." John smiledat him, fingers running through Ville's hair. "But yes, he knows about me. I'm not his friend. He just knows me because he'd caught me looking at you singing once and talked to me a few times. He knows that I'm in love with you just by the tone of voice I use and I know he knows it. He's selling you to me. And you already belong to me. He just wants me to pay him. He'd never truly harm you, my love. And if he does, I'd never let him get away with it."

Ville blinked. "You said he was insecure..."

"Dani is very insecure." John nodded his head, and held Ville tightly. "He uses you all as a distraction from the real problem at stake and it's not the vulnerability. It's all a matter of pain and who caused it. He's in pain himself when he's weak and he believes if he stays strong, he won't be in as much pain as he is if he's weak. And he wants to push everyone away from him because he was in extreme pain once."

Ville and John's eyes linked together.

"You see..." John kissed Ville's little nose. "Usually, I wouldn't anyone this but you're my love. Dani used to be weak. At five, he secretly found making perfumes some sort of amazing little tihng to do. He collected them and smelled them and loved them and this was all a little secret to him. He loved how the scent differs on different fleshs and he loved the thought of him making something that many females would wear but whatever his attempts were, the bottle perfume he would make smelled horrible. He went to different shops at night, just because he doesn't wanna get caught, wearing glasses and weird hats and scarves, just to buy the latest perfume bottles and smell the scent. They were women's perfume, yes. He kept bottles and bottles underneath a storage lock underneath his house. One day, he worked about a year and a half to mask a scent...and..."

"It wasn't so good?"

John shook his head. "It was good but it wasn't the scent that was in his mind. After years and years of trying to get the scent out, he just smashed the bottles of perfume and cried. He gave up. He cried until he could not cry anymore and he grabbed onto the glass so hard it cut his hand so badly but he didn't care. He grabbed onto a bunch of bottles and smashed them so bad against the ground and then he started smoking so bad. The scent of the perfumes was so bad and the scent of the cigarettes was so bad... that he developed anosmia...means he can't smell anything, Ville. He felt like he was smelling that scent for hours then he just couldn't smell anything. It was his dream and it was shattered and now he has Matt and Matt became his dream..."

"And he doesn't want that to shatter either." Ville finished it off for him.

"Exactly." John stroked Ville's hair. "Now come on, sweetheart. I want to show you something."

Ville was blindedfolded by a black fabric.

John was holding his hand and guiding him to this specific place before making Ville sit down onto the moist ground and press his back against some sort of wall. John slowly allowed the blindfold to fall and Ville's eyes went to the surroundings. A garden, a beautiful one. With vines that twisted into perfection onto wood, leaves decorating everywhere and so many different types of flowers, adorned with watery petals. Ville looked over at John who was holding something wrapped into a blue/purple cover. "Here you go."

Ville's smile was weak. "I didn't get you anything."

"No worries, love." John stroked Ville's curls as Ville slowly unwrapped it. It was wrapped so beautifully. He just couldn't tear it off so quickly. His face was met with a box, and there was one butterfly there. Ville stared at it as if trying to wrap the thought that he was starting a butterfly collection again. The little butterfly behind the glass was white, with various black dots onto the upper wings but the lower ones were made of colored circles. "This specific species actually live up into the mountains. I never did any butterfly collecting but I remember that I used to live up in the Mountains and many tourists would pass by, saying stuff about the butterflies around. And these are very rare. Found pretty much mostly in Europe. I just waited until a friend of mine who still lived there would go on and catch it for me and mail it. He owes me."

Ville stared at it. It truly was magnificient.

John kissed Ville's cheek. "I'll help you fill it up."

Ville stared gripped onto the box into his hands tightly. John softly sucked onto Ville's neck, bringing him a bit closer and then wrapping his arms around his tiny little waist. Ville looked over at John who pulled back in moments, only to allow Ville to rest his head onto John's shoulder. "You're something special, aren't you?" John asked, kissing his forehead. "Come on. I'd have to take you home soon before your parents start wondering where you are. You have school tomorrow."

Ville nodded his head as John gave him a quick peck on the lips and held his hand, slowly pulling him out of the garden they were in.

"What's going on with him...?"

"I'm saying that your little friend is lovesick."

Bam laughed. "Ville? You're saying that Ville has a relationship with someone but won't tell me?" he watched as Dani looked at him and glared for a moment before nodding his head. "...that's impossible! It's- hey...maybe you are right."

Bam watched as Ville walked over to them. Nothing usual, same black clothes, same hair texture, same face, same make up, same books in his hands...everything was the same except for the glimmer of joy into Ville's eyes. Ville was happy a ton of times before but this time, this kind of joy, it was too... Bam bit down his lower lip. Maybe Ville was in love. He never looked so happy in his life. Ville moved towards them and Dani stared at him. "I'm guessing you're not talking to me. Whatever." Dani shrugged.

Bam then blurted out his hesitation. "Are you seeing someone?"

Ville battled whether to tell Bam or not but instead of shaking his head, he nodded.

Bam smirked. "Oh hell yeah! My Ville settled down!" Bam continued to smirk as he batted his eyelashes in thought. "So what's his name?"

"John."

"Ohhh, Johnn..." Bam licked his lip. "When can I meet John?"

"Soon I guess. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

"We have our first practice soon."

When Bam looked over at Ville's eyes, Ville could have sworn that there was a hint of sadness lacing around those eyes but Ville didn't say anything, just took it in that Bam was upset that Ville was together with someone but why? Was it possible that he might think that he'd spend less time with him with John around? Ville shook his head. He wouldn't. Bam knew that...so was Bambi doubting him? Ville heard the bell ring and so, their contact broke and Ville found himself walking as quick as he can to get away from the gaze Bam had just given him moments ago.

John wrapped a hand around Ville's shoulder as he pressed him close to him.

"Tell me." John said, pressing his head against the wall of Ville's room. "What's your most embarrassing moment?"

"Ha, like I'll ever tell you that," Ville pressed his head against John's chest, breathing the forest-like scent of his lover. "You tell me yours first. Only fair. Kinda like an exchange deal and you know so much about me already...but I don't know a thing about you."

"Fine." John shrugged. "My most embarrassing moment is actually nothing of embarrassment to you but humiliating to me. The day I fell in love with you. I never truly knew what it was like to be loved and to love. It's not in my nature to love people. It's not in my nature to accept love because in my nature, in truth, I feed on perfection. I feed on being strong and astounding and love...love is a weakness. I was taught never to be weak. Some sort of Paragon."

"What's that...?" Ville asked, blinking.

"It's a perfect diamond, with no faults, completely and utterly flawless. Now your turn."

Ville playfully shoved his shoulders. "Glad to know I used to be your biggest humiliation. But nonetheless...I'd have to say the most humiliating thing is actually thinking that I could like butterfy collecting. It seemed so weird and so...unlike me I suppose. I never thought I'd care about butterflies or what they represent to me but I was damn wrong. They became important to me in ways I cannot imagine...they were like these little dreams where I'd watch them fly around in circles and only wish to be someday like that, flying and flying and not caring if I do fall."

John laughed. "Our humiliating moments suck."

"Yeah..."

Ville blinked and kissed John's lips.

"I love you." John said, resting a hand onto Ville's cheek. "I cannot wait until you can tell me that, my sweet apricot."

Ville yawned softly. "...Bam wants to meet you..."

John blinked. "Well, of course, my love but for now, fall asleep."

Ville nodded, slowly closing his eyes and John stroked his back, slowly getting up and holding him and moving towards the bed. He placed Ville down and kissed his forehead. "Sweet dreams."

Ville groaned and curled up. "Come sleep with me, you asshole...where are your manners?"

"My manners are that if I sleep right beside you, I'd look like I'd want you naked in seconds and in me." John said softly, stroking Ville's face.

"Hey! I'm not gonna let you take off my clothes. Come on. Come lie down beside me. I trust you." Ville said sweetly and John nodded, sitting beside him and curling Ville up into his arms, smelling his hair and feeling his presence. John was about to ask him a question when he'd seen that Ville had fallen asleep. John smiled warmly and rested his head onto Ville's, holding him securely but not too tightly. "I love you so...goodnight."

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