Bam smiled in his sleep before letting his eye lids gently fluttered open.  The only light in the room came from the window that was located on the far end of the room quiet.  At first, Bam couldn’t remember why he was here instead of back at Castle Bam.  He tried to nuzzle the head that he was apparently using as a pillow but a sharp pain rippled out from his bandaged nose and he let out a deafening yelp, immediately jumping back.
The sudden noise snapped poor Ville out of a peaceful and well deserved sleep.  His eyes immediately filled with concern when his brain finally acknowledged that the sound came from Bam.  When he realized what had happened, he let out a guttural chuckle and ruffled the skater’s hair.  “How many times are you going to do that before you remember, love?” Ville asked, leaning back in the chair and stretching.  His muscles ached from the unusual position he’d been sleeping in.
Bam gingerly rubbed the bandage on his nose and blushed, sneaking a peek at Ville’s tattoo that was cut nearly perfectly in half by the Finn’s pant line.  Rolling onto his side, he watched as Ville gracefully glided over to the window and pulled the curtains half way closed.  He sighed, oh what he would give to be able to spend the rest of his life with Ville., he didn’t need anyone else, he just needed Ville.
Noticing that Bam was staring at him, Ville cocked his head to one side “Yes?”
Shaking his head slightly, Bam tried to regain his composure. “Just thinking…When can we leave?” He asked with an edge of impatient.

Ville canceled his tour to spend a bit of extra time with his Bammie.  It’s been a few days now since Bam’s cast and stitches have been remove.  Does this mean Ville’s got to leave now?

Bam watched Ville sluggishly move about in the living room.  Perched on the banister, Bam sat waiting for the perfect moment.  ‘Just a little closer…’ Bam thought, fighting back the urge to burst out into laughter.  Right as Ville bent down to grab something from beneath the couch, Bam made his move.
All Ville heard was a sudden shout before catching a glimpse of Bam falling through the air and land (thankfully) in the center of the couch, inches away from Ville’s face.  Ville had no time to react and let out a startled yell before falling backwards.  He closed his eyes, breathing heavily and cursed in Finnish.  Opening one eye, he saw Bam nearly fall off the couch with laughter.  “Ha, Ha, let me guess, the last two times you did that weren’t enough?” Ville asked with slight annoyance.  Standing up, he brushed off his pants off and shoved the shoe he’d been looking for in his bag.  “Well Bam Bam, thanks for having me but I must go, love.”
Bam immediately stopped laughing.  “Are you shittin’ me?” He asked, getting off the couch and quickly stepping in front of the Finn.  “You can’t just leave!  We’ve just….I just…You can’t leave!”  Bam said stupidly, unable to come right out and tell Ville all the things he longed to say.
Ville picked up his bag and side stepped Bam, who of course, stubbornly stepped back in the way.  “Bam, I’ve put off this tour off for months!  I can’t just be in a band and turn it on and off when it’s convenient for me.  I’ve got to leave, love”  Ville insisted, gripping Bam’s shoulders and forcing him to go in a half circle so that they changed positions.  “Bye Bammie, I’ll come and visit another time.  I promise.  If you’re ever in our area, be sure to come see me.” Ville said, studying the pitiful expression plastered on Bam’s face.   “Come now, Bammie, you didn’t think the band could just continue without me, did you?”
Bam was heartbroken and was at a loss for words.  “Yeah, you’re right.  I, um, I’ll see you at a concert.” Bam promised.  He felt slightly shell shocked and could barley walk Ville to the door.  They shared a quick embrace that didn’t last nearly long enough for Bam, and then Ville was gone.  The second the door closed, leaving Ville outside, Bam flung himself on to the couch and cried softly to himself.  “How could I think a god like Ville would be interested in a jackass like me?”  Bam asked miserably, burying his face into the soft pillows his Ville had rested against hours before.  Bam couldn’t believe the way he was acting….It wasn’t as if Ville had left for good.  He’d see him again; he could see him at the next concert if he wanted… But that didn’t make it any easier.  He felt miserable, alone, and most of all, unloved.