Misconnected

Part twenty two:

"So you’re coming over here tomorrow? " Ryan asked over the phone. I nodded, mixing the pancake batter with one hand. "Yeah, please tell me my baby is alright? " I was going to pick up my car there tomorrow, I hadn’t had the time before, now I was spending the weekend at Ryan’s, or should I say Bam’s, before I drove back. Ryan chuckled. "Yes, she’s fine.. Bam even gave her a spot in the garage.. he’s jealous and actually thinking of buying a mustang himself.. " I grinned. "Awesome.. well, I’m going back to cooking, I’ll see you tomorrow! Bright and early! " He groaned. "Don’t you dare cereal, I need my beauty sleep.. " I grinned and hung up.

I threw my money at the cabby and slammed the door shut. "Fucking asshole.. " I grumbled, hoisting my bag up a little higher. He wouldn’t take me further than the welcoming sign to West Chester. I decided to just walk up to the house, enjoying some fresh air. Nearing the turn up to Bam’s castle, my phone vibrated in my pocket. "Llow? " I answered, jumping over a.. severed limb!? "Hello sweetheart.. " I crouched down and poked it. "It’s plastic.. " I stated with a relieved sigh. "Pardon? " I shot up. "Oh! Sorry Ville.. I meant this.. limb.. I’m currently looking at. " He was silent for a second. "What are you doing at Bam’s?" I grinned. He knew his friend well.. "Picking up my car.. " I said, continuing my walk up the driveway. "Ah, right.. and did you ask him why he has a severed limb? " I laughed. "No, I didn’t.. but I’ll get right on that, when I actually get to the house.. " He was silent again. I explained my cabby debacle while climbing up the steps to the house. "Ah well that explains it.. I’m sorry sweetheart.. wish I could make things better.. " He sounded solemn. I chuckled. "Don’t worry about it Ville! I needed the walk anyway! How are things with you? How did your show go last night? " He’d accidentally gotten Gas’ hand between the door of the tour bus and was feeling guilty as hell when we last spoke. He sighed. "I might’ve been overreacting a little.. " I laughed out loud. Deciding against ringing the bell just yet, I sat down on the steps. "A little, Ville? You were acting as if World war three just broke out! " He groaned. "It wasn’t that bad, was it? " I snorted. "Lovely, sweetheart.. lovely.. " He retorted. I smiled, I could only imagine him rubbing his face in frustration. "So, I take it all’s well? " I said smiling, changing the subject. "We’re doing okay.. I miss you though.. " I leant my head against the concrete wall behind me. "I miss you too.. " I mumbled, fidgeting with a thread on my jacket. "I miss you, you miss me, we all miss each other! Now what are you doing, talking to my lover without my consent!? " A loud voice suddenly said behind me. My cellphone was snatched from my ear and I fell backwards. "Bam! " I whined. "Give it back! " Ryan stood behind him, smiling, and helped me up. "Don’t help me up! " I said swatting his hands away. "Make him give me my boyfriend back! " Missy walked up to us, passing a loudly talking Bam. I eyed my cellphone.. damn.. not going to see that one anytime soon. "Sorry.. he gets like that.. a lot.. " She smiled ruefully. "I would say sometimes.. but then I’d be lying.. " I chuckled. "True.. true.. " I stuck out my hand. "Hi, good to meet you on a more permanent basis.. " She chuckled with me. "Indeed it is, do you want anything to drink or eat? " I nodded. "A coke or something would be nice.. " She nodded and left to the kitchen.

I huffed and sat down with Ryan. "The fucker stole my boyfriend.. " Ryan smirked. "Then steal something of his.. " I perked up. "Doesn’t he love a certain car a lot? "

"Yo! Bam! " I yelled up to the house. Me and Ryan were standing outside, leaning against his beloved Lamborghini. He opened the top window, instantly his eyes went wide. I jingled the keys in the air. "Throw my boyfriend down and I’ll let this one stay put! " He glared at me. "You wouldn’t dare! " He yelled. "Oh I wouldn’t! " I smirked. "Throw my Phone down or the keys go to Ryan.. "

Within seconds, my phone landed safely in my hand. I smirked and threw the keys over to a laughing Missy. "Hey lover.. " I laughed into the Phone. He chuckled softly. "You just signed your own death certificate love.. so I’d get out of there if I were you.. " I pouted. "But I was supposed to spend the weekend with Ryan.. " He laughed even louder. "He’s going to need a place to stay as well.. better get going if you value your life, lord knows I do.. " As if on que a very.. frustrated.. Bam appeared at the top of the stairs. I stiffened before hauling ass towards the garage, Ryan hot on my tails.

"Soo.. how long you think before you’re safe to go back there? " I asked, a smile tugging at my lips as we sped out of west chester. Ryan looked at me desperatly. "A month? Can I stay with you? Please? Just until he’s forgotten about it or says he forgives me in a drunken fase? " I laughed at him. "Of course.. we’ll just spend the weekend at my place.. gives you a chance to see it anyway..

We got back to my house that night and the only punishment Ryan had gotten this far was an earful through phone. Bam was slowly cooling down, but he’d still advised Ryan to stay with me for a week or so. I just suspected he was setting up a prank of such big size that actually needed a week to fulfil it.. but Ryan will always be a naive little boy.

"It’s five o’ clock AM, and the party is still going strong.. " I sang softly to myself. "It’s five o clock? " Ryan’s tired voice came from behind me. I smirked. "No, that’s a song.. smartass.. " I flipped some pancakes onto a plate and put it down in front of him. "Enjoy.. " I smiled as he yawned and slowly brought the fork to his mouth. I cleaned up, humming the same song. "You’re going to make a great mother someday Siri.. " Ryan mumbled before getting up to take a shower. I felt a pang in my heart. And I was doing so good! I sat down and fell a tear roll down my cheek. I just wanted to see him.. hearing each other can only do so much..

"The garbage can.. ? " I tried desperately. Ville laughed. "Nope, try again sweetheart.. " I sighed. "Ville! I spy with my little eye isn’t as much fun when you’re in a completely different country! " He laughed. "Fine.. what do you suggest we do then? " I sighed. It had been two months now.. and I was missing him terribly. Our calls had become less frequent as he was really busy with interviews next to the shows they were playing. "I don’t know.. " I chewed my lip, debating on telling him about an offer I’d received only the day before.. "Ville? " I asked uncertainly. I had no clue as to how he would react. "I got a call yesterday.. " I continued. "Siri? What’s going on.. you sound like they threatened your life.. " I rolled my eyes. Dramaqueen.. "Do you know Robin Antin? " He was silent for a minute. I’ll take that as a no.. "She’s the founder of the Pussycat Dolls.. They, uh, offered me to dance with them.. They’d love to have my opinion about a few of their choreographies.. " Still no response. "You there? " I bit my lip rather hard. "You’ll do it right? That’s an amazing offer Siri! " He said enthousiastically. My eyebrows shot up. "Are you serious? I figured you’d hate it! " He let out a laugh. "Why would I? Darling, despite popular belief, I’m still a man.. my girlfriend got offered a position in a dancegroup that’ll give her a deserved spotlight, and they’re wearing lingerie to boot! " I slumped down on the couch. "Leave it to you to point out the one thing I’m uncertain of.. " I chuckled. "God.. it has to be about the lingerie doesn’t it? " He laughed with me. "Darling, please think about that offer.. lingerie or no lingerie.. it’s a great offer.. " I nodded. "I know.. I know.. "

I had barely hung up on Ville for 10 minutes or my Phone rang again. I didn’t recognize the number. "Hello? " I answered uncertainly. "Siri? Hi, it’s Linde.. " My frown dissapeared. "Oh, hey Lindy.. what’s up? Did you need something?" I wondered why he didn’t just ask Ville for the phone when we were talking. "Actually.. me and the guys were talking and we want to run an idea by you.. concerning Ville. " I stayed silent, signalling him to continue. "Everytime you two get off the phone he is down. You don’t notice it because when he does actually talk to you, all is forgotten.. But it kills us to see him afterwards and I’m guessing you don’t feel much better.. "