Scream Me a Dream

Tuesday October 26, 2010
3:30 am

Ville made sure his friends were tucked safely away in their cabs; he made sure the drivers had the right direction to his friends’ homes before he carefully placed his giggling girlfriend into their own cab, sliding in himself in and giving the driver the address to Soya’s apartment. He leaned back against the seat, giving a yawn before looking down at Soya as she rested her head on his arm.

“Tired?” he asked, feeling her head move in a slight nod as her eyes closed. He moved his arm slightly, Soya falling into his body as he wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her arm slowly. She’d forgone her blazer even though he tried to get her to put it back on after leaving the club; she had insisted it was too hot and had practically pushed him away when he tried putting it on her.

He looked down at her again when he felt her straighten, gripping his arm. “Soya?”

“Tunnen oksettaa.”(I feel like throwing up.) Soya muttered. Ville didn’t have to tell the driver to pull over, as he had already done it the minute Soya had muttered the word ‘throw up’. Ville pushed the door open, as Soya leaned out, only for her to take deep breaths of the cold Finnish air and shake her head.

“No, no, I’m fine.”

“Soya, are you sure?” Ville asked with a chuckle. “Because I think the kind driver would like his cab vomit free tonight.”

“No, no.” she said shaking her head again. “Just dizzy, really dizzy, why’s the cab spinning?”

“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t need to throw up?” Ville asked, as she leaned back against the seat; the driver looking at them expectantly. At Soya’s head shake, he closed the door slowly before looking back at the driver with a weary grin. “Hän ei juo usein, aion, pitää silmällä hanta.” Ville assured. (She doesn’t drink often; I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Sinun on parempi.” The driver muttered, pulling back onto the road. (You better)

Ville ran his fingers up and down Soya’s arm, knowing that the alcohol was probably gurgling in her stomach at this point. Her eyes were clamped firmly shut, while she chewed on her bottom lip.

“You sure you don’t want us to pull over, love?”

“Fine.” She muttered, “Just home.”

“On our way.” Ville said softly. Not long after he said that, the cab pulled up in front of the apartment building. Ville paid the driver before sliding out, helping Soya out slowly before thanking the man and shutting the door, watching as the cab took off.

Ville held on tightly to Soya, cursing the damn lift at being broken before helping her through the lobby door and towards the stairs.

“All right, kultaseni, up you go.” He said, picking Soya up bridal style, her jacket hanging from his fingers while her purse was being held as best as he could in his other hand, against her back. “Hold on tight.” He felt her arms wind around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder as he started climbing up the steps. “You’re quite a calm drunk love.”

“Tired.” She muttered.

“I bet, drinking your weight in alcohol will do that to a person, I’m surprised you’re not out cold.”

“Want a bed.” Soya muttered as they reached the first landing, her eyes opened as she looked around as she started squirming.

“Soya, you keep moving and I’m going to drop you and that’s bad for everyone.”

“No, no, put me down.” Soya said, still struggling out of his grip.

Knowing better than to argue with a drunk, he nodded, carefully helping her stand on the step they were on. She fell ungracefully onto the step, taking her heels off with a frown, only to hold them out to him.

“It’s not enough that I’m carrying your coat, purse, and you, you want to add your heels to the mix?”

“You’re not going to carry me.” She said with a frown, motioning him to take the shoes.

“Of course I am.” Ville chuckled, taking the heels in his hand. “You can barely stand.”

“No, no, I can walk.”

“Up two flights of stairs?”

“Yes.” Soya said, staring at him.

“Soya, I’m going to carry you.”

“No!” she said, still staring at him.

“And why not?”

“I’m heavy and your asthma will act up!”

Ville stared at Soya amazed, his fog lifting as he looked at his drunk girlfriend, he was going to marry this girl, he thought. Without a doubt he would be putting a ring on her finger and marrying her. The fact that while in her drunken haze she still thought about his own welfare both stunned and amazed him, and he knew that marriage was the only option he wanted to pursue when it came to her.

“Okay, up!” she said, holding out her hands.

Ville chuckled, helping her up and keeping her steady, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Fine, we’ll walk, but slowly.” He said, looking down at her feet with a wince. “Those tights are a hazard.”

“I can take them off.” She said, stopping on the step.

“No, no.” Ville laughed, grabbing her hands. “We’ll wait until we get home, okay?”

“Okay.” Soya said with a nod, as they started climbing up the stairs again, only for Soya to stop again at the second landing and sit on the step.

“Rest.” She said quietly, he watched her throat work convulsively.

“Soya, do you need to throw up?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, starting to open her clutch, with the thought that it was probably better she throw up in something than on a stairwell that the entire complex used.

She frowned at him. “That’s a two thousand dollar purse! I’m not going to throw up in a two thousand dollar purse!”

Ville blinked at her, closing the clutch back up. “That is the first time I’ve ever heard you quote a price on something you own.” He said, looking between her and the purse. “Really? Two thousand dollars?” he asked, staring at the grey little thing. “Why would you spend two thousand dollars on this thing?”

“’Cause it’s cute! And I’m a very rich girl!” she said, pointing a finger at him, only to groan and clutch her head. “I’m a very sick rich girl.” She muttered.

“Yes, you are.” Ville chuckled. “Come on, only one more flight and then a bed.”

Soya groaned, allowing him to help her up as they climbed up the steps slowly, finally reaching her landing. Transferring things into his arms and trying to maintain his hold on Soya, he dug his keys out of his pocket and opened the door for her. Nearly stumbling in when Soya lurched forward in front of him.

“Wait, wait; slow down.” He said, dropping her things to the ground to get a hold of her before she fell to the ground. He threw his keys onto the floor, locking the door behind him before leading Soya into the bedroom.

She fell unceremoniously onto the bed, snuggling up to her pillow, causing Ville to laugh as he grabbed her arms, Soya groaning at the action.

“Sleep!” She whined.

“I know, I know.” Ville laughed, “Let’s get you comfortable first, all right?”

“Fine.” She sighed, raising her hand and pulling at the bands in her hair.

“Here, you just sit there, I’ll get it.” Ville winced, feeling for her poor scalp as he pushed her hands away and undid the bands himself, letting her hair tumble down. “Here, sweetheart, you need to stand up real fast.”

“Why?” Soya asked, staring wide eyed at him. “Why won’t you let me go to sleep?”

“Wonderful love, now you’re making me feel guilty for wanting to get you comfortable.” He teased as he got her to stand up. He unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground. “All right, back in bed; don’t need you standing for this part.”

He helped her back into bed, before he started in on her tights, pulling them down, laughing when Soya tried to help by kicking her feet at him. Finally getting them off, nearly getting kicked a couple of times in the process; he dumped the tights on the floor, scrounging around the piles of clothes that accumulated for one of her sleep shirts. Finding one of her vintage “Batman” ¾ sleeve shirts, he lifted her up slightly, pulling the shirt over her head and lifting her arms, putting them through the holes.

“Love, this would be easier if you didn’t fight me.” He muttered as she tried pulling her arms away.

“Too hot.” She complained, finally allowing him to put her arms through the holes.

“Then I won’t put pants on you, how’s that sound?”

“Good.” She muttered, “Sleep now?”

“Almost, I need to get you something for that head of yours.”

“My head is fine.” She said frowning, though her eyes were closed as she snuggled into her pillow.

“It won’t be in the morning.” He muttered, leaving the room and going to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, searching the cabinets for her medicine, finally finding the children’s Advil, though he was tempted to give her a full strength ibuprofen, he’d let her decide in the morning. Going back to the room, he sat at the edge of the bed, twisting the cap off the water, throwing it onto her nightstand, and pulling her back up.

“Ville.” She groaned.

“Soya.” He mocked, with a grin. “Come on, take this, and then I’ll let you sleep.”

“Promise?” she asked opening her eyes to stare at him.

“I absolutely promise love.” Ville nodded, “Open.” He said pointing to her lips.

Soya sighed, before opening her mouth; he put the pink little pill in and placed the bottle to her lips, allowing her to drink.

“Now sleep?”

“Now you can sleep.” He nodded, laying her back down and putting the bottle on the nightstand before getting off the bed. Undressing, he crawled into bed next to her in his boxers, pushing her shirt up to rub her back.

“You are a tiring drunk, love.” Ville said closing his eyes.

Soya giggled. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Ville chuckled, running his fingers up and down her spine slowly.

“Ville?”

“Hmm?”

“What if I want to throw up?”

“It’s why I took off your tights, so you wouldn’t slip on your way to the bathroom.” He told her.

“But what if I don’t make it to the bathroom?”

Ville opened his eyes, to meet her wide unblinking stare. Nodding, he got off the bed, moving to her desk and grabbing the trashcan that sat underneath, moving it to her side of the bed, within her reach. He climbed back into bed, resuming his position. “You want to throw up, turn and throw up in there all right?”

“Okay.” Soya nodded, closing her eyes again. “Ville?”

Ville laughed lowly. “Yes?”

“If you ever decide to start drinking again, I would do this for you.”

Ville blinked. “What?”

Soya nodded, curling up next to him. “I would take care of you.” She whispered, before her breath evened out and she fell asleep.

Ville stared at her, yet again amazed, before kissing the top of her head. “I am definitely going to marry you Soya.” He whispered, before closing his own eyes letting himself fall asleep, satisfied that his girlfriend was taken care of for the night.

He couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour, when his eyes snapped open. Frowning, he sat up slightly in bed, wondering if the knock he’d heard had been in his head or he had actually heard it. Not hearing it again, he shook his head, laying his head back down, his fingers working up and down Soya’s spine when she stirred lightly.

Closing his eyes, he started drifting off again, only to snap his eyes open when he heard a knock again, this time knowing it was coming from the door. Groaning, he looked over at the clock, shaking his head when it read 5:30 am.

“Ville?” Soya groaned.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart.” He whispered rubbing her back, feeling her fall back asleep. Getting out of bed carefully, he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him as he walked to the door, wincing when the knock came again.

He looked through the peephole, frowning when he saw who was on the other side. “That can’t be right.” He muttered, pulling the door open, blinking in surprise. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

“Here at Soya’s apartment or here in Finland?” The red head asked.

“Both!” Ville said, watching as both teens shivered out on the hall. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

Regan grinned at him. “Technically, Soya is my parent.”

“And I know she doesn’t know you’re coming.” Ville said, before looking at the redhead. “So?”

Emmy shook her head. “Not…really.”

Ville sighed. He was about to tell them they weren’t allowed in until they at least called Emmy’s parents, only to turn when he heard a door slam, and Soya’s retching. “Fuck, get in.” He said gesturing them inside. “Get your stuff in and lock the door behind you, I’ll be back.” He said leaving them and going to the bathroom, shutting the door. He went over to Soya as she bent over the toilet, purging the alcohol she’d consumed that night.

Grabbing her hair, he pulled it away, grabbing a clip she had laying on the counter and clipping her hair up. He pulled away from her, going to the sink to wet a wash cloth, before crouching down next to her, wiping her mouth as she came up to breathe.

“I hate throwing up.” Soya muttered, resting her forehead on her knees.

Ville chuckled, as he flushed the toilet. “I don’t think any one likes throwing up Soya.”

“I think I’m still drunk.” Soya admitted.

“I think you are too.” Ville nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“Just a little better, my tummy isn’t gurgling anymore.”

“That’s good.” Ville said patiently with a small smile. “Do you still feel like throwing up?”

Soya shook her head, gripping her temples. “It feels like my brain is sloshing around in my skull.”

Ville laughed. “It’s what you get for drinking with Vedrana and Toni.”

“It was stupid Mige and his stupid green little drinks.”

“There is that too.” Ville nodded. “Back to bed?”

Soya nodded, lifting her hands. Ville stood, taking her hands and helping her up, only to grip her waist when she stumbled.

“Teeth first.” She muttered.

“All right.” He said, moving her to the sink, holding her steady as she reached for her toothbrush, putting a bit of toothpaste on it before slowly moving it over her teeth and tongue with a wince. She spit into the sink wiping her mouth on a towel before letting him lead her back to bed.

“Water?”

“Right here.” He said, handing her the bottled water, letting her drink before she handed it back and lay back down. “I’ll be right back, all right?”

Soya nodded, her eyes closing as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. Ville covered her up before leaving the room and going back to the living room where the two teens still stood looking around.

“All right.” Ville sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Is Soya sick?” Emmy asked with a frown.

Ville chuckled, “Something like that. Regan, help me move the coffee table, I think this couch has a pull out you two can sleep on tonight.”

Regan frowned. “I thought this was a two bedroom.”

Ville nodded. “It is, but the other bedroom belongs to a very tenacious eight year old.”

“Is the eight year old here?” Regan asked.

“No, she’s at a friend’s house.” Ville said, moving the couch cushions and setting them on the floor.

“So, we can’t sleep on that bed because…”

“Regan stop, you’re lucky he’s even letting us stay here.”

“It’s not even his apartment.” Regan said, looking back at his girlfriend.

“True, it’s not.” Ville nodded. “But I know Aida, and she won’t like coming back and finding out some one slept on her bed, especially since she’s regulated to an air mattress when she sleeps over at my place.” Ville pointed out.

“Aida…Soya’s sister?” Emmy asked, helping Ville move the coffee table, while Regan unfolded the bed.

“Yeah, she’s staying with Soya for a while.” Ville shrugged, “What are you guys doing in Finland?”

“We heard Soya’s dad died.” Emmy said quietly, as Regan stripped off his jacket, looking between Ville and Emmy.

Ville blinked. “You both came to Finland because you had heard Soya’s father had passed?”

Regan nodded slowly. “Yeah, we just wanted to be there for Soya, you know?”

Ville looked between both of them before shaking his head. There had to be more to that story than the couple was letting on, but he would let Soya handle that one. “Get settled, I’ll go bring some blankets and pillows.” He said, leaving to Aida’s room, nearly tripping over one of her coloring books that she’d left on the floor as he made his way to the closet.

Cursing, he picked the book up, tossing it on the desk before opening the closet door and pulling out the spare blankets Soya had folded there, along with the two pillows. Leaving the room, he handed the linens and pillows to Emmy who started setting up the pull out.

“Is it always so cold here?” Regan asked.

Ville chuckled. “It’s not even that cold out yet, but I can turn the heater up for you guys if you want.”

“If you don’t mind.” Emmy asked.

Ville nodded. “I’ll turn it up, help yourself to anything that’s in the refrigerator, I’m not sure when the last time you both ate was. Just…don’t make too much noise.” Ville chuckled. “Soya’s going to have a headache in a few hours, and she’s not going to be very nice to people making noise.”

Regan frowned at him. “Is it like a migraine?”

“It could quickly turn into one.” Ville laughed. “Go ahead, get settled.” He said waving his hand at them, making sure the door was locked. “Get some sleep, Soya will talk to you when she gets up.”

“Night.” Emmy called. Ville called out a good night as well as he went back into the bedroom, turning the heat up in the living room before crawling back into bed with Soya.

“Ville?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you rub my back?” Soya murmured.

Ville nodded, spanning his fingers over her back and rubbing slowly, causing her to moan as she slid closer to him. “Better?”

“Mhmm” she nodded. “Who’s in the living room?”

“Don’t worry about it right now.” Ville said, wanting her to get sleep, rather than start worrying about Regan and Emmy at the moment.

“If it’s Mige, tell him I don’t want any more of his stupid green drinks.”

Ville snorted, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll let him know.”