Scream Me a Dream

Saturday May 15, 2010
8:00am

Soya awoke to the sound of her cell phone chirping. Sighing, she rolled away from her source of warmth and grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand where she had put it before going to bed, before rolling over back to the warmth, only to stiffen when she felt something heavy tighten on her waist.

“Answer the damn phone.” Ville’s gravelly voice came from beside her, she looked up and saw him squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head into the pillow, holding on to the last moments of sleep.

As the events of last night rushed back and she remembered where she was, she answered her phone, burying herself deeper at Ville’s side. “Good morning Aida.” She greeted. Her sister called her every Saturday morning to wake her up, without fail.

“Morning Soya.” Aida sniffled.

Soya frowned. “Aida, kulta, why are you crying?”

“Rupert died, Soya.”

Soya stifled her laughter and buried her face into Ville’s chest as she heard her sister whimper. “Aida, do you even know how old Rupert was?” she asked thinking of the grey chinchilla Soya had gotten for her tenth birthday and had gifted to Aida on her fifth birthday.

“Seven.” Aida whispered. “Like me.”

Soya couldn’t help that small laugh that escaped her, her sister was so innocent. “Oh Aida, papa got me Rupert when I was ten, he was already eleven years old when you were born. He was old, kulta.”

“I miss him.” Aida whispered.

“I know you do.” Soya smiled. “How about this? The next time we see each other, we’ll go to the pet store and see if we can find you another pet. We’ll name him Rupert the Second?”

Aida sniffed again. “When are you coming home Soya?”

“I don’t know Aida,” Soya said truthfully, “Hey, didn’t you start dance classes this week?”

“Yes.” Aida said, her voice slowly getting more animated. “It’s fun, Soya! So much fun! I want to show you what I learned!”

“Soon.” Soya laughed. “I’ll get to see everything you’ve learned. I bet you’re the prettiest ballerina Finland’s ever seen.” Soya laughed, causing Aida to giggle.

“Mamma wants me to get my hair cut.” Aida whispered as if it were some sort of conspiracy.

“I don’t doubt it, it’s gotten so long, and I bet it’s even longer now.”

“I still won’t cut it until you cut yours.” Aida said stubbornly.

“Well then I guess it’s going to be long for a while, since I have no plans to cut mine, whatsoever.”

“Good.” Aida giggled. “I have to go; the nanny’s looking for me.”

“Aida!” Soya laughed, “Have you been hiding from Niina?”

“We’ve been playing.” Aida giggled. “Bye Soya.”

“Goodbye kulta, I love you.”

“Love you too!” Aida said before she hung up. Soya closed her phone and closed her eyes prepared to go back to sleep as she usually did after talking to her sister, only to open her eyes when she felt Ville chuckle.

“You’ve woken me up, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go back to sleep.”

“Sorry.” Soya said looking up at him. “I forgot that Aida wakes me up early on Saturdays or I would have called her last night.”

“Its fine,” Ville said, “So, she’s dancing?”

“She just started,” Soya nodded. “She seems to like it, though I think she’s just following in my footsteps.”

“She looks up to you.” Ville smiled then frowned. “You don’t seem upset about this Rupert dying?”

Soya giggled. “Rupert was a nineteen year old chinchilla; he definitely lived past his time.”

Ville laughed and nodded. “I remember now, that grey rodent you use to baby.”

“Chinchilla!” Soya laughed slapping his chest. “Not a rodent!”

“It’s a rodent, love.” Ville chuckled as he held her closer, closing his eyes again. “I think sleep is finding me again.”

Soya shook her head. “Now I’m awake!”

“No, go back to sleep.” He said, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of her neck.

“Ville?”

“Mmm?” he hummed against her neck causing her to squirm.

“How long as it been since you washed your clothes?” she laughed.

Ville chuckled and kept his face hidden. “When did I start touring again?”

Soya groaned. “That is gross Ville!”

“Yet, you’re still wearing a shirt that I wore at least three nights in a row, during performances.”

“I’m washing your clothes, Ville. Get up and start gathering them, up! Up!” she said pushing him away from her.

Ville groaned and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm. “You’re so pushy in the morning. Nobody else is up! Why do I have to be?”

“You’re so whiny in the morning.” She teased back, as she sat up and put her feet in her slippers, she pulled one of her braids over her shoulder and pulled the tie out. Ville watched in curious interest as she slowly un-braided her hair, the usual straight dark brown hair, was now slightly curly and wavy. She shook half of the hair back before starting the same process on the other side.

“Women are so fascinating.” He murmured, causing her to turn to him with a smile, never stopping in untwisting her hair.

“Glad you think so.” She teased as she got up and went to her suitcase, her hair falling freely down her back reaching the curve of her bottom.

“Do you ever think of cutting your hair?” He asked, watching as it swished and fell to the floor as she crouched down to open her suitcase.

“Sometimes.” Soya said, scrounging around her clothes, throwing a pair of denim shorts on the bed. “But I forget about it when I see the look of annoyance on my mother’s face when she sees my hair and it makes the hassle worth it.” She laughed, throwing a pink “Queen” shirt next to the shorts. “Why?”

Ville lifted a shoulder as he turned to his side to watch her. “I like it long.”

Soya shook her head. “I’ll probably give in one day, but,” she said grabbing his hands and pulling him up. “It’s not today.”

Ville groaned. “I don’t want to get up.”

“You’re such a child!” she laughed. “Have you always been this way?”

“My good looks and natural charm disguise my childish tendencies.”

Soya stared at him for a second, before she burst out laughing, and hugged him. “Oh, I’ve really missed you.” She giggled, as he hugged her back.

“Missed you too,” he murmured as he got up off the bed. “So in your need to wash my clothes should I even bother getting dressed?”

Soya looked at the ground where some of Ville’s clothes were. “I’m sure you have some clean clothes.”

“Uh…” Ville scratched the back of his head as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black t-shirt that he’d taken from his father’s shop on his last visit with the words ‘Aikuisten lelukauppa’. He searched the floor until he found a pair of jeans, he gave them a sniff only to have Soya laugh.

“If you have to sniff them, then I’m guessing they need to be washed.”

“Fine.” Ville sighed, tossing them at Soya, they hit her legs before landing on the floor. “Then what should I wear?”

Soya looked at his legs then looked down at hers before going back to her suitcase, “Our legs are about the same length.” She said as she rummaged around.

Ville snorted. “You barely reach my shoulder Soya.”

“I have a short torso!” she defended as she came out with a pair of black jeans. “Here” she tossed him the jeans. “They fit a little big on me, they should fit you perfectly.”

Ville shook his head in amusement. “You are taking this self inflicted chore way to seriously.”

“Just go change so I can change in here.” She laughed, pushing him out the door. “And I expect those boxers to be in your hand so I can wash those too.”

Ville smirked. “Really Soya, my boxers?”

Soya bit her lip as she looked at the jeans in his hand then back at him. “Trust me, those jeans do not go with underwear.”

Before Ville could respond, she shut the door, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. “What is wrong with me?” she asked herself, putting her hands on her cheeks. She swore she was only that forward with Ville, no one else could make her say those types of things.

She changed quickly and opened the door to the room as she adjusted her shirt; it fell just short of the top of her shorts, causing every movement she made to show a bit of her stomach, while her shorts showed the long expanse of her legs and thighs.

“Well they fit.” Ville said as he walked back into the room, only to stop and stare.

“I told you they would.” She said with a smirk, she looked at the dark jeans that fit him rather perfectly, if not tightly in all the right places then up at his face. “What?” She asked when she noticed him staring.

“I swear you’re trying to kill me.” He muttered, putting a hand on his rapidly beating heart, as he took in her attire.

“What?” she asked in confusion having not heard what he had said.

“Nothing, kulta,” he said louder, as he threw the boxers with the rest of the clothes and bent down to slip on his converse, not bothering with socks, knowing Soya would want to wash all of those as well.

“First, breakfast.” She said slipping off her slippers and quickly put on her black flats, she saw Ville’s curious expression as he looked at her feet then at her. “What?”

“I’ve never seen your feet.” He said with a frown, trying to think back to every time he’d been with Soya. “I don’t ever remember seeing your feet.”

Soya shook her head. “For a reason, I have dancer’s feet.”

“Dancer’s feet?” Ville asked curious.

“Mhmm,” she took a knitted beanie out of the top of her suitcase and fixed it on top of her head, to keep her hair out of her face. “Dance is a vicious lover.” She said. “It’s hell on my feet; it’s the only part of my body that I absolutely abhor.”

“Let me see them.” Ville said motioning her closer.

“Absolutely not.” She said moving further away from him. “Come on, help me gather everything, and we’ll go downstairs and fix breakfast.”

Ville nodded, letting the subject go as he grabbed the empty hamper from the closet and helped her put his dirty clothes inside of it; including items he had in the dresser where he had thrown them when he’d settled into the room a week ago.

Carrying the basket down the stairs, he placed it in the laundry room, before following Soya into the kitchen.

“Do you think Bam would mind if I went through the cabinets?” Soya asked standing in the center of the kitchen.

“Have at it, as long as nothing happens to the alcohol, we’re fine.” He said as he jumped on the counter to watch her rummage through the cabinets. “What are you going to make?”

Soya grinned at him over her shoulder. “I want to see if Bam has the things I need to make karjalanpiirakat.”

She watched as Ville’s eyes danced in excitement. “You know how to make Karelian pasties?”

Soya nodded. “Your mother taught me, you don’t remember?”

“You and my mother use to cook a lot. Half of what you made got eaten by Jesse before I had a chance to taste it.” Ville grumbled.

“Jesse had good taste.” Soya teased, before turning back to the cabinets. “Bam doesn’t have much.”

“Missy, Bam’s wife, does the grocery shopping, but she’s out of town. They tend to just go out and eat when they run out of food.”

Soya frowned. “What’s the point of coming to a home, and not getting a home cooked meal?”

“You take care of me.” He laughed. “Are you set on making the pasties?”

“I can probably make something else.” She said, biting her lip as she looked inside the refrigerator.

“No, now you’ve got me looking forward to them.” He laughed. “I’ll go see if I can borrow a car, and we’ll go shopping.”

“You don’t know how to drive!” She called back as he left the room.

“Who said I was driving?” Ville laughed as he walked back up the stairs and straight to Bam’s room. He opened the door and saw Bam spread out on top of the covers, his head buried in the pillow. “Bam-Bam.” Ville said putting a hand on Bam’s shoulder and shaking him a bit.

“Wha?” Bam muttered into the pillow.

“We need to go food shopping. Can we borrow one of the cars?”

“Umphsg!” Bam muttered, absently reaching for the nightstand.

“Thanks.” Ville took the keys, and looked at the car key, making sure it was for the Hummer and not the Lambo, before leaving the room. He went back downstairs to see Soya at the foot of the stairs, holding a black ‘Hello Kitty’ wallet.

“Well?” She asked.

He held up the keys. “Have you ever driven a Hummer before?”

Soya shook her head and followed Ville out. “No, and I really don’t want to.”

“It was either this or the Lamborghini, and Bam doesn’t even let his wife drive that one.” Ville pointed out as he handed Soya the keys.

Soya shook her head. “I really don’t feel comfortable driving one of Bam’s cars, Ville.”

Ville shrugged. “It’s not like you’ll crash it.” He pointed out. “And by the time we get back, they still won’t be awake.”

Soya looked at him amused, fingering the keys in her palm. “You’ve always been such a bad influence; no wonder my mother never wanted me to be around you.”

Ville grinned. “Do you really think that’s the reason why?”

“That and she probably thought you’d get me pregnant just by looking at me.” Soya muttered as she unlocked the door and got in, noticing Ville’s amused grin. She shook her head. “Shut up.” She laughed as she started the Hummer and carefully pulled out of the driveway.