"What the fuck went on in here?"

I opened my eyes to Brandon and Jess standing at the end of the bed, looks of shock and disgust on their faces. I glanced to my left for a moment, to see Ville laying beside me, and I remembered everything. Of course, they had no idea what had actually gone on in the night, but the fact that I was cuddled up to Ville was enough to alert them that it hadn't been a perfectly calm night.

"Good morning, guys," I said groggily, looking to my right and noticing Raab passed out on Brandon's bed. I then turned back toward the older guys.

"What are you doing in his bed? With him?" Jess asked.

I had no idea what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. My brother realized this, and rolled his eyes. "Please don't say it."

"Say what?"

"That you slept with him!"

My eyes widened, "No! No, Jess, I didn't sleep with him. I promise."

Deciding that I was still too sleepy to deal with it, I lay back down, resting my head beside Ville's. I could hear Jess and Brandon arguing as I closed my eyes, but I attempted to block out any further sounds. The only thing I could and wanted to hear was the beating heart of the man beside me, and it made me smile. We hadn't fucked, although I decided then that I didn't want him to fuck me, anyway. I wanted him to make love to me.

It was also confusing since I had met the guy only a month and a half earlier, but already, I felt so comfortable with him. Laying there, with his arm draped over me, I didn't want to be anywhere else. Before I knew it, with a smile still on my face, I was falling asleep again, thoughts of Ville filling my head. Our scene together the previous night replayed for me, but it went farther.

"Yo, earth to Bam, are you in there?"

I awoke to Raab poking me in the side, and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's almost one in the afternoon. We should get going."

"I don't wanna."

"Then I'll go wait in the van," he began, "So that you two can have a little bit of time alone. Okay?"

I nodded and watched as my best friend left the room. As soon as the door shut, Ville opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Good friend."

I nodded, "One of the best."

"How much time do you think he'll give us?"

"Not a lot. He'll get images he doesn't want to see."

Ville moved closer and began to nibble up on my ear, before whispering to me, "Come back next weekend."

I nodded, not even questioning whether we would be completely alone. Ville, if he really wanted me there, would be sure that nobody would be around at the time. After all, when people were around, he ignored me. Letting him arouse me just a slight bit more, I sat up and yawned. Figuring that I had to go, he sat up with me, and gave me a light kiss on my lips. I smiled before I stood.

"I'll be back for sure."

Walking out to the van, I noticed that it was raining. Cursing myself for not asking Jess for my jacket, I considered turning around, but decided against it as I was sure to be questioned about the previous night. Sucking it up and walking through the showers, I eventually reached the van, drenched. Raab gave one look at me and laughed, and I rolled my eyes.

"So how did your night go?" he asked.

I sat back a moment before starting up, smiling, and replied, "Wonderful."

I don't know whether it was because Raab was in a hurry, or he didn't want details, but he pointed to the steering wheel and said, "Start it up."

"So how drunk did you get?" I finally asked.

"I don't even remember!"

"Do you remember how you got to Brand's room?"

"No!"

Even while driving, with the radio blaring and Raab laughing about whatever he thinks about, I couldn't get Ville out of my head; those green eyes, his long hair, and the soft touch of his hands. I could feel myself getting hard from my thoughts, and attempted to think of something else, but it was useless. Nothing else wanted in my brain, and my brain wanted nothing else in it.

Finally, we reached my house, and I turned off the van. Raab and I both sat there a moment, doing nothing, and taking breaths before going inside. We had told April that we would be home earlier than we were, so although Raab was not her son, we were both looking at a lecture. Eventually, we figured it would be best to get it over with, so we exited the vehicle and entered the house.

"Brandon Cole Margera!"

I almost flinched; I hated when she used my real name. "What, Ape?"

"Where were you? You were supposed to be home hours ago!"

"We got caught up in having fun."

"Why didn't you call me then? I was worried sick about you!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Raab's arm, pulling him up to my bedroom. As much as I was required sometimes to listen to April bitch and complain, I just needed to relax. I'm sure Raab had a hangover, as well, and wanted quiet.