After coffee with Dany you headed back to your apartment. Though what you thought would be a simple, quiet trip back home, turned out to be rather scary. You didn't realize it until you were half way up the stairs that you were headed right into a battle zone. You could hear screaming and things being thrown around and hitting the walls. Your eyes widened when you realized it was all coming from the apartment across the hall from you, Ville's apartment. Your stomach tied itself into a knot; you quickly started fumbling through your purse, trying to find the key. Just as you pulled it out the door to Ville's apartment slammed open, you held your breath and tried to slip the key into the door.

'I hope you're happy Ville Valo! I was the best damn thing that ever happened to you and you bloody damn well know it!'

'I think I'll manage sweetheart,' you could hear a hint of laughter in his voice.

'I hate you Ville!'

'Alas we finally agree on something!'

Part of you was screaming and jumping up and down in joy, not physically but definitely inside of you. The other part wanted to just hurry up with the lock and run inside to avoid being pulled into the war that looked to be just about over. You heard Jonna quickly walk down the stairs, slamming the door to the apartment complex as she left. Clearly, she was pissed and you felt like smiling the biggest smile you have ever smiled in your entire life, but with Ville right across the hall you didn't want to be rude.

'I apologize for that darling,' you heard Ville say behind you.

You turned around, 'what for?'

'Jonna is over dramatic in public, it's quite embarrassing and I apologize that you had to see that,' he said.

'Oh, it's okay,' you said.

'Do you mind if I join you? I mean, if you aren't doing anything because if you are I wouldn't want to interrupt your day,' he said quickly.

'You're more than welcome to come over Ville,' you said with a slight laugh.

He smiled a little and closed the door to his apartment and joined you in yours since you now had the door ajar. You took your shoes and jacket off and threw the jacket on the coat rack and kicked the shoes off to the side by the door. You turned around and found Ville over by your CD collection that you had over by the sound system.

'I see you have found my collection,' you laughed.

He nodded, 'you have quite the taste in music darling. Far better than Jonna's that's for sure.'

'I'll take that as a compliment.'

'Oh, hah, yeah it was a compliment darling. I apologize if I start comparing things to Jonna, she's still in my mind,' he said.

'No need to apologize, I mean you just broke up and all and there's nothing wrong with having that person still on your mind just afterwards,' you said.

'Was it really that bad, I mean, what was displayed out there,' he asked.

'No, not really, though she kinda scared me, your reactions to everything she said just made me laugh, not out loud or anything. Okay I'm going to shut up now,' you said and could feel your face turning bright red.

He laughed a bit, 'you know I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.'

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, 'how do you figure?'

'Well for one, you have a wonderful taste in music, and I'm sure you know that I'm in a band,' he said.

'Well then, if your accusations are correct then keep sifting through the CD's under 'H' I believe,' you smirked.

He turned around and smiled, 'so you're a fan! That's wonderful!'

You felt yourself blush again.

'Oh and you always seem to be willing to help me out when I'm drunk and locked out of my apartment, that shows that you care, and I know if the same thing happened to you I'd let you into my apartment and return the favor. Plus, you dislike Jonna just as much as I do!'

You shook your head, 'alright, so we have a few things in common. I guess that makes us friends?'

'Yep,' he said proudly with a cheesy grin.

'Alright, friends it is then.'

Inside it was tearing you apart, just friends. That wasn't exactly what you wanted to be with Ville, but friends' is better than nothing you figured. Who knows, you thought, maybe one day he'll see me as more than just a friend. Just maybe.