Hyvää Syntymäpäivää Ville Hermanni Valo! Rakastaa sua!
“Hey, Ville, y’know that ring I gave ya?”
Snort.
“Yes…most ironic thing on Earth is on my finger, lucky me.”
Nervous pause.
“…Well, that can be your birthday thing, okay?”
“Oh? Well, what about…”
Quick cutoff.
“No, no, we can’t do that. Not this time, not this year, and maybe not again.”
Feigned pout.
“My fiancé doesn’t want to bend over for me on my birthday? Well, this is just shit, isn’t it.”
Stuttering apologies.
“I…I’m sorry, I know that…my birthday…and we shouldn’t have, but…”
Rolled eyes, a sharp tongue.
“I haven’t told a soul about your indiscretions, BamBam. Why can’t we this year?”
“…Missy found out.”
Thoughtful hmm.
“…and how did she find out, exactly?”
“I…sorta taped one of our…y’know…days…?”
“Bam! Are you fucking kidding me? What in all god’s fucking hell is wrong with you?”
Fierce defensiveness.
“I just wanted to remember one! We’re mostly drunk when we do it and…”
“…and you want to hold me dear and cherish me? Bam, we’re not fourteen years old, we’re grown men, and we know why you can’t do that.”
Audible frown.
“Well, we can’t do it at all anymore.”
“Why not just dump her? You don’t love her anyway…”
Snap.
“I do too! I love her, I married her, I chose her, that’s why we can’t…!”
“So what’m I supposed to do, Bam? Just let you call me for a quick fuck wherever you can get it, only to get this fucking bullshit when I want something from you?”
“Ville, it’s not like that…”
“Bam…it’s exactly like that. I think if that’s the way you want it, it’s time for me to say good bye and get back to my fruit and my Edgar.”
Hiding tears.
“Call me again?”
“Selfish cunt! …I’ll think about it.”
“Ville, well, what about just…y’know, one more, before it all…goes to shit…”
Angry breaths in the silence, finally calm after moments.
“…I’ll be at the airport waiting like always, BamBam. If you don’t show, expect this to be the last time we speak.”
Small voice.
“…You’re right…I don’t love her, I…”
Resigned sigh.
“…I know what you do, Bam, and it’s the only reason I’m giving you this chance.”
Shakily.
“Do…do you?”
Hasty departure.
“I…well, Bam…I’ll let you know when I see you.”
Beep.
Click.
Sob.
***
I know, I know, but Ville would only tolerate the arrangement for so long. Besides, he's still getting his gift, isn't he?
Let me know what you thought!
Snort.
“Yes…most ironic thing on Earth is on my finger, lucky me.”
Nervous pause.
“…Well, that can be your birthday thing, okay?”
“Oh? Well, what about…”
Quick cutoff.
“No, no, we can’t do that. Not this time, not this year, and maybe not again.”
Feigned pout.
“My fiancé doesn’t want to bend over for me on my birthday? Well, this is just shit, isn’t it.”
Stuttering apologies.
“I…I’m sorry, I know that…my birthday…and we shouldn’t have, but…”
Rolled eyes, a sharp tongue.
“I haven’t told a soul about your indiscretions, BamBam. Why can’t we this year?”
“…Missy found out.”
Thoughtful hmm.
“…and how did she find out, exactly?”
“I…sorta taped one of our…y’know…days…?”
“Bam! Are you fucking kidding me? What in all god’s fucking hell is wrong with you?”
Fierce defensiveness.
“I just wanted to remember one! We’re mostly drunk when we do it and…”
“…and you want to hold me dear and cherish me? Bam, we’re not fourteen years old, we’re grown men, and we know why you can’t do that.”
Audible frown.
“Well, we can’t do it at all anymore.”
“Why not just dump her? You don’t love her anyway…”
Snap.
“I do too! I love her, I married her, I chose her, that’s why we can’t…!”
“So what’m I supposed to do, Bam? Just let you call me for a quick fuck wherever you can get it, only to get this fucking bullshit when I want something from you?”
“Ville, it’s not like that…”
“Bam…it’s exactly like that. I think if that’s the way you want it, it’s time for me to say good bye and get back to my fruit and my Edgar.”
Hiding tears.
“Call me again?”
“Selfish cunt! …I’ll think about it.”
“Ville, well, what about just…y’know, one more, before it all…goes to shit…”
Angry breaths in the silence, finally calm after moments.
“…I’ll be at the airport waiting like always, BamBam. If you don’t show, expect this to be the last time we speak.”
Small voice.
“…You’re right…I don’t love her, I…”
Resigned sigh.
“…I know what you do, Bam, and it’s the only reason I’m giving you this chance.”
Shakily.
“Do…do you?”
Hasty departure.
“I…well, Bam…I’ll let you know when I see you.”
Beep.
Click.
Sob.
***
I know, I know, but Ville would only tolerate the arrangement for so long. Besides, he's still getting his gift, isn't he?
Let me know what you thought!