The Glorious Art Of Staining Souls [Ville Valo\\05]

A few days had passed since Ville and I had almost split up; I still felt I was stupid to forgive him so quickly, but on the other hand he'd been making it up to me the whole time we were together. He either kept saying he was sorry, or just showered me with compliments. The day after, he had taken me out to dinner. I quite liked the attention, but I insisted to him that it was unneeded, and I believed him when he told me there was no affair going on.

I hadn't called and told Johnny what had happened, even though he had asked if everything was okay between Ville and I. When I asked him what made him think that it wasn't, he just told me he had a bad feeling. I told him he was being stupid, and that I was in love with Ville more than ever.

It wasn't exactly a lie either.

It was early in the afternoon when I decided I should get out of bed and do something productive. Ville was still fast asleep, his hair sprawled all over his face and his lips slightly parted. He almost looked innocent and angelic.

I grabbed a clean pair of my clothes, and took a shower in the bathroom before changing. When I re-entered the bedroom, he was still fast asleep. I picked up my phone from the top of the dresser, and walked into the living room. I always turned it off at night, seeing as the time difference between Helsinki and America were quite large, everyone seemed to phone when I was sleeping- or recently, busy.

Straight away my phone alerted me to one missed call, one from Trixie. We had kept in touch since I moved, she was happy that I had found a steady relationship I was happy with; though she didn't like losing her best friend too much. She had been at her mother's when I had been in Philly, her and her fiance were setting some final arrangements for the wedding, and Trixie and her mother were picking out her wedding dress.

I checked the time, and figured Trixie would just be off to work, so it would be safe to call her. She answered on the third ring. "Audie!"

"Hello, Trix," I chuckled, smiling slightly. "You called last night?"

"Oh yes," Trixie started, as she started rummaging around for something. Trixie was the most unorganised person in the universe; she could have a nice, clean room and still not find what she was looking for. "Well, Dean and I were talking, and I know you've said you don't know if you could make it to the wedding, but I really want you there. My mother can't make it any more, she's seriously ill. She was going to give me away, seeing as my father isn't with us anymore. Please, I'm begging you now; I know where that friend of yours, Bam, lives-"

"Okay! Don't bring him into the damn problem, he just confuses things even more," I laughed, then turned my attention to the bedroom door as Ville walked out, looking very tired but still very awake. I gave him a smile, which he returned, then went back to my conversation with Trixie. "So, what's wrong with your mother anyway? And what is it you want me to do exactly?"

"The doctors don't know what's wrong with her," she whispered, I could hear she was sobbing slightly. "They don't think she'll survive much longer, she just got sick the day after we picked out my dress. It was like it had been there for ages, but she just wanted to do that one thing."

"Oh, Trix, please don't cry, love," I said desperately, while fiddling with my fingers. "Your mother's feisty; she wouldn't want you to be all upset. I know it's hard and all- but, tell me everything else about the wedding, take your mind off it."

"Oh, about that," Trixie paused, while blowing her nose, causing me to laugh. "Audz, you're like a sister to me, besides my mother and Dean, you're the next thing I have to a family- I want you there, and I want you to give me away."

I felt my eyes water up slightly, but I didn't let any tears slide out. Ville seemed to notice though, and took a seat beside me; staring at me with a worried look on his face. "Are-Are you sure, Trixie?" I asked quietly. "Absolutely positive you want me to...?"

"Dean and I talked about it for hours, it was his idea. Oh, and I'm not taking no for an answer, and I want you to bring lover boy also," she replied, I could hear the grin in her voice. "So, will you?"

"Of course I will!" I answered, grinning from ear to ear.

"Brilliant, but I just pulled up at work. I'll get Dean to send you the details and everything, okay?" She stated. "Love you, honey, bye!"

"Bye, sweetie," I laughed, hanging up.

I turned to look at Ville, the same stupid smile on my face. "That was Trixie."

"And?" He asked, pushing some of my messy hair out of my eyes. "I do prefer your hair like this, love."

I blushed slightly, but nodded. I liked my hair better black too. "Well, Trixie's mom just got ill- so she wants me to give her away instead. She also insists you come with me, because she wants to give you a good grilling and make sure you're perfect," I laughed, then laughed more at the look on his face. "I think, more than anything, she just wants to meet the lead singer of her favourite band."

Ville smiled at me, and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before standing up. "Where are you off to?"

"Well, a little Bam-Bam told me that you failed to mention what date your birthday was," he grinned, while I groaned. "And seeing as he called at the very last minute to tell me it was the first of April I have to go out and get some stuff sorted, love."

"I hate my birthday, that's why I never told you. Oh god, Bam best not realise what day it is," I grumbled, grabbing a cushion and covering my head. "If he realises its April fool's day... Oh dear lord." Ville, however, just laughed at me and went into the bedroom to get changed.

Ever since I was young, I'd hated my birthday. For no reason either. I disliked Christmas too, though the last one wasn't so bad. Maybe this year would be different too; after all, I had a brilliant relationship, with the world's most perfect man; why wouldn't it be wonderful?

We Never Fell In Love; We Only Fell Apart
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