Scream Me a Dream

She definitely saw no end to the amount of laundry these boys accumulated. Between Ville’s entire wardrobe, which consisted of jeans and t-shirts that stunk of sweat, cigarette smoke, and whatever venue he had played, and Bam and his crew’s laundry, and the pasties that were currently baking, she found that her morning was full up.

The sound of the oven timer had her stuffing the rest of the black t-shirts from Ville’s pile into the washer, before she walked to the kitchen, surprised to see the guys leaning on the counter watching the oven.

“What’s going on?” Soya asked, turning the timer off and grabbing the oven mitt from the counter where she had left it.

“We’re starving.” Raab said looking at the oven door. “And whatever you made smells good.”

“I hope so.” Soya laughed. “Let me get them on the plate…”

“I wouldn’t bother.” Ville laughed, as he came into the kitchen. “Just put them down and let them grab some.”

Soya looked over at him and nodded, putting the cookie sheet with the pasties on the counter in front of the guys. “They’re….” She watched as hands dipped in to grab them only to drop them and curse. “Hot.” She laughed. “Wait for them to cool down.”

“Fuck that.” Bam said grabbing the roll of napkins and setting it next to the sheet. Grabbing one, he picked a pasty up, shooting Soya a triumphant smirk as he walked off.

“Don’t yell at me when you burn your tongue.” Soya muttered as she took the rest of the sheets out of the oven, setting them on the stove burners for the guys to grab as they wanted. She watched as everyone grabbed one with a napkin before wondering out of the kitchen, shouting their thanks.

“They smell good.” Ville said, as he blew on his own and followed her back to the laundry room. She bent down to grab more shirts only to turn when she heard him groan. “They taste even better.” He muttered with his mouth full, causing her to laugh.

“Glad you think so.” She grinned as she put the last of his black shirts in the washer, putting in the soap and closing the lid as it filled with water while she stared at the pile of clothes that belong to the rest of the guys that she had to sort out. Moving the two hampers, she crouched down and started sorting the clothes.

“Holy shit.” She heard Ville mutter.

She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “I told you, it’s hot.”

“Soya.”

“What?” she laughed.

Ville stared at the expanse of skin that was showing from when her shirt had risen up when she crouched down. On her side, just above the hem of her shorts, he saw what he was sure was a tattoo.

“You have a tattoo.” He pointed out.

Soya frowned, and looked at her side where he was staring only to stand and pull her shirt down, causing him to laugh.

“No, no, no,” He laughed, putting his napkin with the half-eaten pasty down. “This, I have to see.”

“No, you don’t.” She said, starting to back away from him.

“Seriously?” he asked watching her in amusement. “You’re going to make me chase you?”

“I exercise everyday.” She pointed out. “I don’t smoke…anymore.” She muttered, causing his eyes to light up at the new information. “And with your asthma slowing you down, I’m sure I can outrun you.”

Ville took a step forward, causing her to take another back, he stared at her light grey eyes, watching at they danced in amusement.

“What you don’t know.” He teased. “Is that I know this place way better than you do.” They stared each other down, green meeting grey. He looked down at her lips, when the motion of her sucking her bottom lip into her mouth caught his attention; but when he looked back up at her eyes, he was met with her back instead.

“Shit.” He muttered, as he started after her. He heard her running up the stairs and he followed, knowing that the only thing that was going to meet her upstairs was the group of guys and a closed off deck. She could only go up.

“What the fuck?” he heard Bam ask as Ville reached the top of the steps. He saw her looking for a way out, only to smirk, taking advantage of her hesitation and her lack of knowledge of the layout of the house to tackle her on to the couch, causing Bam and Dunn, who were sitting there, to jump off as they landed. They both landed on their sides and quickly fought to get the upper hand, only for Ville to win when he was able to twist around to straddle her waist.

“OMPH!” Soya groaned as he reached for the hem of her shirt, his fingers brushing her sides, causing her to squirm.

“No! Wait!” she laughed as she tried to push him off, only for him to readjust himself and sit on her legs so she was unable to kick away.

“Still ticklish?” He teased, his breathing a bit labored due to the run.

“What the fuck is going on?” Bam asked, looking at them in confusion as Soya tried to fight her way out of Ville’s grasp.

“She has a tattoo.” Ville told him, trying to grasp her arms. “She won’t show it to me.”

“You have a tattoo?” Bam asked with a smirk. “Now this I have to see.”

“Oh! Let me go!” Soya laughed as she pushed at Ville’s unmovable chest.

“Not until I see it. Someone grab her arms.”

Dunn, being the closet, grabbed her hands and held them up above her head with a smirk. “This is a position I could get use to.”

“Oh! Get off me, you brute!” Soya groaned as she tried to kick her legs out from under Ville.

“If you want, after I see yours, I’ll show you all of mine.” Ville laughed as he started to push her shirt up on her right side, where he had seen the start of the tattoo. Bam got closer to the couch while Dunn leaned forward, only for Soya to twist so that her side was on the couch.

“Ugh! If you get off, I’ll show you!” Soya said with a glare just as Ville started pushing her shirt up.

“Don’t listen; it’s got to be a trick.” Bam said.

Ville looked down at her with a grin, their eyes meeting. “Promise?”

Soya groaned, closing her eyes in frustration, only to nod. “Promise.”

“Dunn, you can let her go.” Ville said still not leaving his spot from on top of her.

“Dude, she’s going to run.” Dunn said, loosening his grip a bit but not fully letting her go.

“She won’t.” Ville told him. “She promised.”

“Really?” Bam asked. “She says she promised and that’s what you go on?”

“Soya doesn’t break a promise.” Ville said as he looked back down at her. “Right?”

“Right.” Soya said with a nod.

Dunn sighed, letting her go as Ville carefully got off her and helped her up.

“Ääliö.(jerk)” she muttered as she readjusted her beanie on her head.

“Rakastat minua.”(You love me) he smirked. “Let’s see it.”

Soya sighed; knowing that even if she wanted to show Ville in private there was really no use. She slowly lifted up her shirt showing him the bottom of the tattoo that stretched down her right set of ribs.

“Soya.” Ville breathed. He’d seen millions of Heartagram tattoos before; between the HIM fans of the world and the Bam Margera fans of the world, it was hard not meeting a fan that didn’t have one, somewhere on their body.

But Soya’s, he thought with a shake of his head, the burgundy Heartagram lay dead center on her ribs, sprouting from the bottom and top of it where vines of ivy that were a mix of blue and purple. The vines stretched so far down that he could see them disappearing into the hemline of her shorts and so far up that he found himself wondering just how far those vines crept.

Out of all the Heartagram tattoos that he had seen, he had to say Soya’s meant the most to him.

“That’s cool.” Bam said, “When’d you get it done?”

Soya lowered her shirt, biting her lip as she through back. “A couple of years ago.” After a particularly nasty fight with her mother, she thought.

“Did you design it?” Ville asked, looking down where he could still see a blue curl of ivy, he was amazed he had never seen it before; then again, Soya usually had her body covered with longer shirts or her leotards.

Soya nodded. “It’d been something I had been working on a while before I got it.”

“It’s beautiful Soya.” Ville said. “How far does it go down?”

She bit her lip again, it was a rather big tattoo, it was hell hiding it during her performances, but she never regretted getting it. She swallowed, suddenly shy of the attention before showing Ville with her fingers just how far it went down. Her fingers went down to her hipbone and then to the left, to show that it ended just at the start of her pelvic bone.

“There’s another Heartagram about here.” She said pointing to her hipbone. “And up here.” She said raising her arm and tracing the smaller Heartagram she had right below her breast, what she didn’t tell him was that the vine curved upward around her breast and dropped the Heartagram down like a leaf.

“Jesus.” Ville breathed.

“But you’re a dancer.” Dunn pointed out.

“I am.” Soya nodded, dropping her arm and looking over at Dunn.

“How the fuck do you hide a tattoo that big?”

Soya laughed. “Lots of cover-up, I’m not the only dancer with a big tattoo. We just tend to get them in spots that may be covered; meaning we avoid arms and legs. I wear leotards most of the time, so the placement isn’t much of a problem.”

Bam frowned. “You weren’t wearing a leotard during your last dance.”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t. It was a two piece costume; I had Josef help me with the makeup to hide it. Rebecca still doesn’t know I have it, I’m sure she would throw a fit if she found out.”

“Do you have any others?” Ville asked.

Soya grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she laughed as she walked out of the living room.

“That was not something I was expecting of her.” Bam said as he sat next to Ville.

“You really have to stop judging her by her outward appearance Bam.” Dunn said.

Bam shrugged. “Come on, a tattoo is that last thing you would expect from her.”

“True.” Dunn conceded with a shrug. “But I wasn’t not expecting it either.”

“What?” Bam asked, confusion written all over his face.

“I don’t know.” Dunn laughed at himself.

Ville laughed with him. “Soya’s always been on contradiction after another though. She’s naïve when it comes to sex but she has no qualms what so ever jumping into a conversation about sex. I met her in my dad’s sex shop.”

“You did?” Bam asked surprise, while Dunn laughed.

“She told me about that.”

“I’m telling you, you sit down and talk to her, and you’ll find that you have more in common than you think.” Ville said.

Bam looked at Ville. “What is it about her?”

Ville frowned. “What do you mean?”

Bam thought over his question, “I mean, what is it about her, that even after thirteen years of not seeing each other, you’re able to just continue the friendship?”

Ville shrugged. “Everything about Soya just clicked with us. She liked the same music, she didn’t mind sitting in a garage while we practiced. She genuinely has a good heart, plus, she’s not bad to look at.” Ville laughed. “Which we told her countless times when she sat on the couch, doing homework while we practiced.”

“And now?” Bam asked.

Ville shrugged. “She’s the same Soya,” Ville sighed. “Quite literally the same Soya; it’s not hard picking right back up where we left off, when no one changes that much. We were very close Bam, it’s not hard to continue being that close when we never parted on bad terms.”

Dunn frowned. “She left Finland right?”

Ville nodded. “She did.”

“Why?” Dunn asked.

Ville sighed and took the beanie off his head to run his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends, in guilt. “If you ask her, it’s because she got accepted into Julliard’s dance program.”

“And if we ask you?” Bam asked.

“I would say it’s our fault.” Ville shrugged. “Soya plays amazing guitar,” he started. “We were going to be playing a gig, and we told Soya that we would figure out a way to get her out of her house to play guitar in a few songs with us. Linde was all for it, she told us it would never happen, and Linde being confident that it would, lent her his guitar for her to practice on.”

“So?” Bam asked. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Ville looked behind him, making sure Soya wasn’t near them before continuing. “Her father was a very important politician at that time, Soya’s very high up in the totem pole in Finland, and she still is. Her family is very well known there, she’s like…” Ville thought about it, trying to give them an apt example of who Soya was. “She has the status of a president’s daughter and Paris Hilton rolled into one; her father’s family has always had wealth attached to his name as well as the prestige.”

Dunn raised an eyebrow. “So she’s important?”

“She is.” Ville nodded. “She was raised to be very proper, it took us months to undo all her training.” He smirked, remembering all the times they would try to get Soya mad, to get her to curse. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but Soya doesn’t curse. That’s her training; I think that worst word she’ll say is ‘bastard.’”

“So because of this…training, she got sent away?” Bam asked.

Ville tugged on his hair again as he thought back to Soya’s face when her mother had brought Linde’s guitar back to his house. “Her parents found the guitar hidden underneath her bed. When she left she told me that if they hadn’t found the guitar and used that as a reason to send her away they would have found another reason.”

“Her parents sound brutal.” Dunn muttered.

Ville thought back to all the disapproving glances Soya’s mother would send them when they would drop Soya off, the difference between Soya’s demeanor when she was with her parents and with them. “They are.”

“So she left because of a guitar?” Bam asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ville shrugged. “Like I said, she’ll say it’s because of Juilliard, we’ll say it’s because of the guitar. She just doesn’t want us to feel like we got her sent away.” Ville smiled. “She’s like that though, I’m telling you Bam, you should sit down and talk to her, she’s very open, ask her anything and she’ll answer without hesitation.” Ville shrugged, thinking about how much of a sore subject Finland was for her. “Ninety percent of the time, anyway.”

“Bam!” Apes voice echoed around the house.

“In here Ape!” Bam shouted back.

“Good afternoon boys.” Ape smiled, looking around. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

“Novak’s out skating for once.” Bam said, “Rake’s at work, and Raab and Dico went out.”

“And Soya?” April asked.

Ville laughed. “In the laundry room.”

“The laundry room?”April asked. “What’s she doing in there?”

“She offered to wash our clothes.” Dunn smirked.

“She didn’t offer.” Ville laughed, then turned to April. “She was going to wash mine and when Bam found out, he got her to wash everyone’s.”

“Bam!” April admonished, hitting the back of his head.

“Ow! What?! She could have said no.” Bam defended.

“I’m taking her out of here.” April said with a shake of her head. “Been here one day and you’re already putting her to work.” April muttered, glaring at her son before going to the laundry room, finding Soya folding some of the dry clothes, while both the washer and dryer were running.

“I can’t believe they put you to work.” April said, causing Soya to turn around.

Soya smiled. “I don’t mind,” Then rolled her eyes. “Plus Ville would go the rest of the month without washing his clothes if I didn’t do it.”

“Have you eaten?” April asked.

Soya thought about the pasties she’d cooked, she hadn’t eaten one, mostly because she very rarely ate breakfast. “No, the boys have though.”

“Come on,” April laughed. “I’ll take you out for lunch.”

“Oh but…” Soya looked down at the still large pile she had on the ground.

“The boys can wait; I think you need to come out for a while. Get some fresh air.”

Soya bit her lip thinking for a minute, before smiling at her. “All right, but…”

“But?” April asked.

“Is there a dance studio here in town?”

April nodded slowly. “A small one, why?”

“You just seemed so excited about dance when we talked about it about dinner, if you want we can see if a studio is available and I can teach you some of the basics.”

“Oh Soya I’m much too old for that!” April laughed, waving her hand at Soya dismissing the idea.

Soya laughed. “No one is ever too old for ballet, I’m getting my shoes and we’re going to the studio.”

April smiled, it did sound fun and learning from one of the greatest dancers was an honor. “All right, but after lunch.”

“Perfect! Let me grab my things and we’ll go.”

“Great.” April smiled as she followed Soya back up, as Soya continued up to her room to get her purse and ballet shoes, April stayed in the living room where Ville was reading and Dunn and Bam were flipping through the channels.

“I’m stealing Soya away.” She told Ville, as he looked up at her.

“Where are you taking her?” Ville asked with a smile.

“Lunch and then to a dance studio.” April said as Soya bounced into the room, her ballet shoes dangling from her fingers.

“I’m teaching April some of the basics.” Soya said as she leaned over the couch to look at the book Ville was reading. “You’re such a copy cat.” She laughed, seeing that he was reading “The Bell Jar”

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” He teased. “Have fun at lunch.”

Soya nodded. “I will. Be good.”

“Always am.” Ville smiled back, leaning up to kiss her forehead.

“Come on Soya, we’ll leave the boys alone.”

“Bye.” Soya said as she followed April out the door, only for Bam to frown.

“Did she finish the laundry?”