"You can stay here the night, I'll tell mom it's a birthday wish."
Laying back onto Jess' bed, I knew I could rely on him. He and I had always been there for each other, and he knew what it was like to be caught by security when doing something stupid. I could hear him talking to mom on the phone, and her voice on the other end seemed understanding. As he hung up, he turned toward me and grinned.
"Mom says it's okay. We've still got hours to kill now before we even consider going to bed, what do you want to do?"
I thought for a moment, "Can I go visit Brand?"
"Dico? What for?"
"I have my camera and he's always good for a stunt."
Jess nodded, "Go ahead."
I jumped up from his bed, and within moments was at the door. I opened it slightly before turning around quickly to thank him. Almost immediately, the door had been slammed and I was already on my way down the hall. Running up the stairs, I almost tripped once, but I kept my footing. I wasn't really on my way to see Brandon, I had more hoped to see Ville again.
Just as I reached the room, I turned the door knob to luckily find it open. Brandon looked up immediately as I walked in, and asked, "Bam, what are you doing here, kid?"
I smiled, "Almost got arrested. Jess came to the rescue."
"Almost got arrested?" His face was of pure shock, but quickly changed to the goofy grin of his that I had always known. "Good going!"
Taking a quick glance to my right, I noticed Ville was sitting there as usual, writing as I had always seen him do. With the amount of writing I had seen the man do, I was sure he could have published a songbook by now. I walked forward, and took a seat on Brandon's bed, smiling to the guy as I did so. He gave me a confused look, until realization hit him.
"Oh yeah, happy birthday!"
"Thanks. It's been hell of one."
"Have you had fun?"
"Actually," I began, "I really don't think so."
He raised an eyebrow, "You're not? You're seventeen for fuck's sake!"
"I know. I just...don't feel like myself lately."
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ville glance over as I said that, but when I looked toward him, he was writing again. Part of me wished that Brandon would leave the room so I could talk to Ville, but he seemed content with where he was. An idea suddenly formed on my head, and I looked back at Brandon expectantly.
"Brand, I'm a little hungry. Do you think you can get me something to eat?"
"Why don't you get something?"
"I don't attend the university, they won't let me in the cafeteria."
He sighed, "Okay, give me fifteen minutes."
Brandon then stood up, and grabbing his wallet off his desk, he made his way toward the door. As soon as I heard the door shut, I turned my body on the bed so that I was facing Ville. He still never made any notice of me, so I twiddled my fingers for a moment. I then stood up, walked over, and sat myself on the end of Ville's bed, causing the man to look up.
"Happy birthday," he mumbled.
"Thanks, although it hasn't been the happiest."
"Why is that?"
"I don't know...I've felt lonely, and bored, I suppose..."
He looked at me as if he expected to hear more, so I continued, "I was wishing for someone to be there with me."
"Anyone in particular?"
I didn't know whether I wanted to tell him, but what came out of my mouth was out of my control. "I wish you had been there."
He just stared at me, showing no sign of surprised, and I had no idea what to say next. Instead, I inched myself closer and placed a small kiss on his lips. I barely understood why I did it, but I pulled away instantly. His eyes turned downward, as if he were embarrassed, so I began to turn to my left. As soon as my shoulder turned, he grabbed it, and turned me back toward him. I didn't expect him to pull me close and kiss me back.
This time, his lips parted and I could feel his tongue begging for entrance. I allowed it to him, and as I shared my first kiss with a guy, I felt as if I were in heaven. His arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled my body even closer to his. I could feel him pushing me back onto the mattress in the passion of the moment, and suddenly his lips left mine and attached to my neck. There was barely any time for him to complete the task, as we heard the door creak.
Sitting ourselves up again, I watched as Brandon walked in with a brown paper bag. "Hey Bam, I got your...you look flushed, what's going on?"
"Nothing," I said quickly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, then waving it off. "Oh well, here's your food."
"Thanks," I replied as I got off Ville's bed and returned to Brandon's.
