Because I Love You

After practically being dragged back into the dressing room by Ville and Gas, Karen smiled as the men began settling around in various places. Minge and Linde were on the black couch in the center of the room. Burton was sitting in a recliner, phone in his hand, no doubt calling back home. Gas was by the bar, getting himself a bottle of ice cold water and Ville was off to the side where some boxes stood.

"What size are you?"Ville asked Karen, looking over his shoulder at her.

"Um," Karen said, seriously taking a minute to answer," I guess a medium."

"You guess?" Ville asked with a chuckle," how do you not know?"

"Well, I've never been as small as I am now. I used to have fat. Not I have muscle and I also have thick bones due to the fact that when I was younger I didn't eat so my grandmother literally shoved vitamins down my throat," Karen said with a small shrug and ranting a bit.

As her eyes met Ville's, she saw that he was looking at her with a brow raised and a small smile on his lips.

"Sorry," Karen said, blushing slightly," I have a tendency of ranting a bit."

"It's quite alright, love," Ville said as he pulled out a black shirt with a heartagram in the center with some flowers around it.

"Will this one do?" Ville asked, handing Karen the shirt.

Karen lifted the shirt in front of her and looked it up and down.

"I guess it will," Karen said with a playful sigh.

Gas and Burton laughed a bit at her response.

"Alright, sassy ass. Bathroom is right behind you," Burton said, point behind Karen.

Karen looked over her shoulder and nodded with a small smile at Burton's direction. Karen turned to go change her shirt before stopping in her tracks.

"Do you happen to have some scissors?" Karen asked the group of men before her.

"What for?"Linde asked, standing from his spot not he couch and going over to a dresser and digging through it.

"Just girly things," Karen said.

"Girly things?" Ville said with a brow raised," what kind of girly things?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Karen said with a small smile,"you just have to trust me. It won't be bad, OK?"

"OK, we trust you," Linde said coming towards her with the sharp instrument.

"Thank you. Now if you will excuse me," Karen said before turning on the heel of her Vans covered feet and walked alinto the small bathroom.

Closing and locking the door behind her, Karen removed her back from over her shoulder and hung it on the hook that was beside the sink. Lifting the shirt Ville gave her, Karen tilted her head to the side before finally deciding how she was going to cut it. Laying the shirt on the counter, Karen put the scissors in position before placing two inch cuts on the sides of the shirt. Making a crease on the back, Karen began cutting the fabric again, but this time she made sure to cut it well enough to make the fabric fall loosely. Placing the scissors down, Karen got the fabric from the oppiset ends of the shirt before tieing them together tightly. This went on for a couple of minutes before she was finally done.

Smiling down at her own handy work, Karen took off her oversized white shirt before throwing it away in the tradhbin beside the toilet. Looking down at her white undershirt, Karen contemplated if she should leave it on or take it off. Deciding to take it off, Karen folded it as small as she could before placing it inside her red bag. Looking at herself in the mirror, Karen couldn't help but smile a bit. After years of working out every morning like her life depended on it, which at one point really did, she finally had a flat stomach. It was tight and she liked that when she ran her hands over it, she wasn't met with a swell of body fat. She still had the curves she knew was hidden underneath. Her breast were small, but the ass she knew she had inherited from her mother made up for it. It was toned and out their and Karen had finally come to terms with it.

With a quick sigh, Karen put the shirt on and looked at herself in the mirror before grabbing her bag and the scissors and stepping out.

"Alright. I'm done," Karen said placing the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

"Looking good," Gas said with a small laugh and a wink.

Burton, Mige, and Linde nodded in agreement and Karen said thank you. Looking at Ville, she saw that his eyes were wide and mouth slightly open.

Ville couldn't not, for the life of him, utter a single syllable. As soon as he heard the door open, Ville couldn't keep his eyes off her. The shirt literally hugged her body, showing him what was hidden underneath the baggy shirt. He saw the skin peaking through the cuts that were on the shirt and wondered if her skin was as smooth as it looked. Noticing that the room grew quiet, Ville looked at his band mates and saw that they were looking at him, small smirks on their faces and brows raised.

Ignoring them, Ville turned his attention back to Karen.

"You look amazing,"Ville said, smiligh at her.

"Thank you," Karen replied with a small smile and a blush.

Smiling widely at her, Ville gestured for Karen to take a seat, which she did.

Karen hadn't laughed so hard since that night. Her cheeks literally hurting from smiling and laughing at the group of silly men before her. Her sides burning a bit and stomach as well. Karen couldn't help but place her head on Ville's shoulder, who was sitting beside her.

"Oh fuck, it burns," Karen said between a fit of laughter.

"Happy to be of service," Minge said, tilting his imaginary hat off to her.

Turning her phone back on, Karen saw how late it was and gasped.

"Holy crap," Karen said, standing up.

"What? What is it?" Gas asked, slightly alarmed at how fast the girl stood up.

"I didn't realize how late it was. I have to get going," Karen said, looking at the group with sad eyes.

"Oh," Burton said, his tone a bit sad as well. He liked the girl, she brought life back into his friend that he hasn't seen in years.

"Do you really have to go?" Ville asked her, looking at her with his hypnotic green eyes.

"Sadly, I do. If I want to go grocery shopping and was my clothes then yes," Karen replied.

"Then we'll walk you out," Linde said, knowing that Ville wanted to spend a little longer with her.

"Yeah," Ville said," it's dark out and your in Hollywood. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you. Where is your car."

"Actually,"Karen said, scratching the back of her head and looking at them a bit smugly," I didn't bring my car. I didn't want to pay for parking so I took the train here."

The group of men looked at the girl, not believing what they were hearing. They may not be Hollywood natives, but they did know how dangerous it is, especially for a woman with beauty like hers, to be walking the streets this late at night.

"This won't do," Ville said, shaking his head," we are going to take you home."

"No, it's OK,"Karen said, shaking her head as well," I don't want to impose and I know you guys have to get to yours next venue."

"Actually," Linde said cutting into the conversation," the next three venues had to cancel due to their stage being extremely unsafe. So the guys and I don't have to leave just yet."

"I don't know," Karen said, still unsure on the subject of them still taking some of their tone just to take her home.

"We insist," Gas said, seeking the unsureness written on her face,"no room for argument."

Karen saw the stirn look on Gas' face and decided not to agrue with him. She knew that she would never win an argument with him. Sighing in defeat, Karen finally agreed.

"Alright now. Let's ge-"Ville began to say before one of their roadies came into the room.

"Bad news guys," the balding man said," looks like your hotel room is not yours anymore. I asked to speak to management and they said you guys forgot to confirm you will be staying with them. So they gave your room away."

"Fuck," Ville said, running his hands through this hair," I knew I was forgetting something.

Karen stood to the side as the Finnish men began arguing amonst themselves. Smiling at what they were saying, Karen was about to give these men a shock.

"Hei!" Karen yelled, grabbing their attention, "Rauhoitu! Minullaratkaisuja."

Karen couldn't help but smile and laugh a little bit at their reaction.

"You know Finnish?" Ville asked, awe clear in his voice.

"Well yeah," Karen said, shrugging like it was not bit deal," if I ever want to visit, maybe possibly, move their, I should learn the language."

"Smart girl," Minge said with a nod," so what is your solution?"

"Oh, right," Karen said," since you guys are going to drop me off. Why don't you just spend the night. I could make some room. Plus, I have some veggie chili."

"Well its settled. She has chilli. No one can refuse that offer,"Burton said, laughing a bit.

After taking a bit more, the men gathered their luggage and headed out to their bus. Along they way, they were stopped by a couple of fans who wanted a photo and an autograph from each. Some noticed that Karen was standing beside Ville and asked if they were together. Ville chuckled while Karen blush but made no comment on the issue. Karen didn't understand why, but really didn't question Ville's motive behind it. He was a private person and really didn't talk much about his personal life unless asked in an interview.

Getting into the tour bus, Karen saw that it was a bit on the messy side. Karen really didn't say anything, seeing that she could still see the floor despite having a few articles of clothing laying here and their.

"Sorry for the mess," Ville said as he stood beside Karen.

"It's OK. It's actually cleaner then I thought it would be." Karen said with a smile," and thanks again for the ride."

Ville waved it off with a smile,"It's quite alright. Don't worry about it. It really is no big deal."

"Still,"Karen said, looking up at the Finnish man,"Thanks a lot. Seriously."

Ville smiled as he looked down at the girl. Her eyes shined in the dimmed light and the small dimple on her right cheek peaked through.

She is such a beauty, Ville thought to himself. I want her for my own.