Passion's Killing Floor

"Mary, you still haven't found your fucking wedding dress? You do know it's a matter of like, two months before your wedding?" Sarah scolded over the phone.

"Yes, yes I know. I just haven't had a lot of time."

"Well, wherever you're going next on tour I'm finding you and we're shopping.. Got it?"

"Yes, mother."

"That's right, bitch," she laughed, and hung up the phone.

* * *

"So, can't help but over hear, you're going wedding dress shopping?" Ville asked, sitting down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Maybe I am."

"And I suppose it'll be like your dress from the date... you won't let me see till day of?"

"Of course!"

"Well, then the sooner I want to marry you, because I know you'll look absolutely stunning in it. And out of it..." he smirked, kissing my jaw.

"Ville shut up, you know the ru-" he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Yes, I know the rules of the us, but that doesn't mean just because we can't... indulge in sin that I have to be completely innocent..." he continued kissing down to my neck.

"Villlleeee.. stop."

"No," he mumbled against my skin.

"YOU TWO'S FUCKING WHISPERING IS KEEPING ME FROM NAPPING! SHUT UP!," Burton yelled from the back of the bus.

I smirked down at Ville, mouthing "I told you to stop."

He faux glared at me and left his place beside me to move to the back. Where moments later I heard a thump and a yelp followed by harsh words.

I laughed and pulled the laptop over to me. I decided that getting a head start on dress shopping wouldn't be such a bad thing.

There were tons of sites that offered gorgeous dresses but I had no idea which one would be the best to go to. Usually mothers and sisters helped when you were dress shopping and I had neither. i was alone in doing this and the sudden loss of my sister and mother hit me full force. My breath got caught in my throat along with that painfulness that the tears usually come after.

I'd be glad when I was back home with Dani and Sarah. I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes of any tears that might have escaped and clicked on the first promising looking site. I wasn't going to spend my day depressed no matter what the situation.

* * *

"Ville, get up, you need to get ready for the interview," I said, shaking him.

He groaned and rolled over, burying his face in the pillows, we were already running late enough. he needed to get ready and do it fast. If I have to take time to drive him there, he better get ready pronto.

"No."

"Ville get up. it is six thirty in the fucking morning and your interview is at eight. Get up!"

"If you're so pissy about it, don't go and let me take care of myself."

"If you're going to take care of yourself, then why aren't you getting up?"

"Because, I'm tired. Stop bitching."

"I'm bitching because you have something to do and the only way it's going to get done is if I practically push you there."

He sat up and glared at me, putting on his glasses (the ones he tries to keep as secret as possible).

"Bullshit. I've taken care of myself for some time. I don't need you to push me there. Now I'll get ready, I'm getting up. I'll make sure to put it on my reminder list that you're bitchy in the morning. Now can I get ready or are you going to yell some more."

I took a shuddered breath, trying to contain my pointless anger. "Just go get ready, Ville."

"Mary, tell me what's wrong. Why are you mad? I'm sorry, okay for yelling? But damn... I just woke up, darling. I can't do this shit first thing in the morning, love."

"Nothing, I'm just tired and stressed. We're running late and I want, need, you to get ready and just... just please go do that."

He sat at the end of the bed, unmoving, staring at me.

"Ville..."

"Mary, come on, come over here. Come tell papa what's wrong," he said, sticking his bottom lip out and blinking at me.

"Shut up."

"No, come tell papa."

He opened his arms out and motioned for me to come. I walked over to him and he pulled me onto his lap.

"Now tell me."

"Nothing. I'm just stressed. I want to go home, there's not a moment to relax and you're annoying when there's no way to escape from you."

He gasped and stared at me. "How dare you say that I'm annoying," he giggled. "I know I can be a pain in the ass, but I'll try to be less because I know this is your first tour and you don't know how to deal with Don Vittu yet."

"You're such an ass."

"I know. But you love me for it. Now kiss me, bitch."

He smiled and kissed all over my face, muttering 'I love you' after each one.

He kissed my lips and held my face so I couldn't look away from him. "I love you."

"Love you too, babe."

"No, no, It's 'I love you, papa'," he laughed.

"I love you, papa," I giggled.

"Love you too, mama," he said, kissing me again. "So don't be bitchy. Now, get up, I'll go get ready, you get ready and we'll skidaddle out of here."

"Oh my god you're such an ass."

"Love you too."