Title: True Colors

Author: Morgana
Author’s Email: morganalebeau@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon

Pairings:  Jonne/Japa, Eero/Arttu, Tommi/Juha, Ville/Pasi

Rating:  NC-17

Summary: While Arttu recovers from his accident, things happen in Jonne’s life.

Disclaimer: Not mine. No copyright infringement is intended.

All mistakes are mine.

 

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

 

Part 1

 

I feel nervous – when I talked to Pasi on the phone an hour ago, he sounded like he always does, but something has changed, at least for me. We had sex the other night. I didn’t plan it: not really. In a way, it just happened, although I did scheme a little.

 

I come to a halt on the pavement and don’t move. I stand in front of the Dog’s Home, where Pasi said I could meet him, but I’m scared to go inside. I don’t know how to act around him and I’ll probably do something utterly stupid. I draw in a deep breath and count to ten. A therapist once told me that I should do that when I’m nervous. I don’t think it helps, but it’s something concrete in a changing world.

 

I reach for the door, push it ajar, and carefully look inside. At first sight, I don’t see Pasi anywhere, but when I look closer, I catch him sitting in the back. He isn’t alone though. My heart misses a beat and my mouth goes dry. I’ve seen the other guy about: his name is Teemu if I’m not mistaken. I can’t see much of his face because a waterfall of long dreads hide his features. I’m hesitant to approach, as they’re talking. 

 

I’m still trying to make up my mind when Teemu gets to his feet. My heart misses another beat when he bends down to embrace Pasi, who returns the hug. I catch the quick kiss which Pasi places onto Teemu’s cheek and my stomach starts to act up. Was I played again? It wouldn’t be the first time that someone took advantage of me.

 

“Ville! I’m over here!” Pasi has caught sight of me and waves at me.

 

I consider turning my back on him and leave, but then Teemu passes me by and smiles warmly at me. A moment later, he’s out of the door and I can no longer ask him what’s going on.

 

“Ville?”

 

Pasi called my name again, but I still don’t feel like moving. I have the nauseating feeling that I’ve fallen into another trap. In the end, I tell myself to get moving. Either I face Pasi and get it over with, or I walk out of that door and never talk to him again. My feet make my decision for me and carry me to the back of the pub, right over to Pasi’s table.

 

“Ville, is something wrong? You don’t look well.”

 

The next thing I know is Pasi taking hold of my arm and pulling me onto the couch next to him. I let him – I’m too taken aback to stop him.

 

“Ville? Are you all right? Come on, talk to me…”

 

Pasi sounds worried and I release the breath I had been holding – for whatever reason. “I don’t feel well,” I manage eventually. I feel lost, played, and to some extent, angry.

 

“Here, drink something…That might help.”

 

Pasi curls my fingers around the mug standing in front of him. It’s half empty and I eye it suspiciously. “I don’t drink alcohol.” I’m sorely tempted, but I’m not giving in because Pasi isn’t the boyfriend material I had hoped he might be.

 

“It’s tea,” Pasi says softly. “Herbal tea, and it might taste funny, but there’s no alcohol in it…”

 

I don’t want to drink it and push his hands away. “I don’t want it – leave me alone.”

 

Pasi puts the mug back onto the table and frowns. “Ville?” He cocks his head and tries to make eye contact, but as I’m still angry, I turn my head away from him. “What’s going on? Why are you angry?”

 

“Why?” Suddenly my anger explodes and I know that I should restrain myself. I should keep my big mouth shut and leave the place before I worsen the situation. “You fucked me the other night and now you’re kissing someone else? How would that make you feel?” I glare at him, and am about to jump up and storm out of the pub, when Pasi moves closer and runs his thumb along my cheek. The caress fuels my anger and I move away from him. “Stop it!”

 

“Ville, that was Teemu… He’s Jussi’s youngest brother, remember? His girlfriend dumped him yesterday and he needed someone to talk to. As Jussi and Janne are out of town, he sought me out. We’re like brothers… I’ve known Teemu for most of his life… He’s a good friend – and nothing more than that.”

 

Pasi’s eyes radiate warmth as he looks at me. I blink and don’t know what to make of his words. “Why did you kiss him then?”

 

“Why do you kiss Jonne? Or Arttu? Or Eero? Or Jay?”

 

I blush at the mention of Jay’s name: I had hoped everyone had forgotten about that. “That was in the heat of the moment. Flinch supported Negative and Jonne called us back onto the stage at the end of their gig… Jay was close… It didn’t mean anything.”

 

“And me kissing Teemu doesn’t mean anything either… Don’t read anything in to  it that isn’t there… Please…”

 

Pasi’s calm expression registers with me and I realize that he’s being honest. Instantly I feel ashamed of my accusing reaction. “Sorry,” I offer in a tiny voice. “My mistake…” But it had looked like Pasi had gotten himself a new boyfriend! Not that I ever was his boyfriend to begin with, but still – I had hopes.

 

Pasi pushes his mug towards me and gives me a hopeful look. “Try it.”

 

I sigh, curl my fingers around the mug, and sip. It tastes gross and I quickly push it away again. “How can you drink that?”

 

“I happen to like herbal teas,” Pasi says and smiles. “Now, let’s talk about the really important things, as that’s why we’re here.”

 

The sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach is back and I feel nauseous again. Please don’t tell me he took me home because he wanted to prove something to his friends – or because I made it too damn easy for him to fuck me – or even worse, because he planned on winning a bet – please don’t. “Give it to me straight…” Pasi frowns again and a puzzled look appears in his eyes, but then his features turn grim.

 

“I’m not Christus – give me some credit…”

 

That simple comment makes me lower my gaze. I stare at the mug in front of me and don’t dare look at Pasi again. This is hard on me for several reasons: Pasi knows a lot about me and has the power to reduce me to nothing with a single remark – as he just proved.

 

Pasi sighs and shakes his head. “Sorry, I said that all wrong…”

 

Pasi’s hand seeks out mine and he pulls it into his lap. I have no idea what to make of that move, but resist peeking at him.

 

“You weren’t part of a bet, Ville. I would never do that to you.”

 

I swallow convulsively – I don’t want to be having this conversation. “Forget about it.”

 

“You never really worked through that, did you?”

 

Pasi’s thumb caresses the palm of my hand, and the unexpected, but craved, caress makes me look at him. He looks guilty and gives me a pleading look. “What Christus did was cruel, but I was stupid enough to believe him. It was my fault to begin with, Pasi. I was stupid enough to think that Christus was seriously interested in me! I should have known better!”

 

Back then, I’d had a crush on Christus: Jonne had just broken up with him. Christus was single again, and when he had told me he liked me and wanted to be with me, I had said yes – way too eagerly though. For some time I had told myself that I’d had sex with him because I had been too drunk to deny him. But that hadn’t been true: I had wanted him from the start and when Jonne had dumped him… I had only thought of being loved… Of having Christus to myself. So I had allowed him to drag me to his bed – which had been a dirty mattress in a neglected house without any electricity or working plumbing. I had let him fuck me and I’d loved it… Until the next morning…

 

The next morning, Macceus had been there, and Christus had been yelling that Macceus should pay up. He had won the bet, hadn’t he? He had fucked Jonne’s little brother! He had earned those fifty euro. I had been so stupid…

 

I had cried, had gathered my clothes, and had run home where I had promptly run into Tommi. I hadn’t dared tell him what had happened and he had drawn his own conclusions – telling me I was irresponsible and that he’d had enough. I would be leaving for the army in two days. I had reached a point where I simply didn’t care anymore and just let Tommi take me to the train station two days later.

 

“Ville, hey, what’s happening in that head of yours? You look like you’re about to burst out into tears.”

 

Pasi sounds worried and hearing his voice makes me focus on the present. “Sorry, but…your comment took me back to…” Pasi nods and I’m relieved that I don’t need to spell it out to him. He knows what Christus did to me, because he caught him bragging about it one night. I don’t know what happened between them, but after that, Christus always kept his distance and he stopped giving me that smug look. My God, I hope Jonne will never find out – I would never be able to look him in the eye again.

 

“Maybe this isn’t the best place to discuss such private matters,” Pasi ponders. “Maybe we should go to my place?”

 

He looks toward me for an answer – I’m not sure though. We spent the night at his place and it might be odd to be back there.

 

“Ville? You know me – you’re safe with me…”

 

Pasi’s right – he isn’t like Christus – and I nod. “Okay, let’s go there…” I hate the way my voice shakes, as it reveals the emotional turmoil I’m in. Pasi puts money on the table to pay for his drink and slips into his coat. He slides off the couch, gets to his feet, and extends his arm toward me. I stare at his hand, and then take it into mine, allowing him to pull me to my feet.

 

Pasi studies me, and then releases my hand, which I quickly shove into a pocket. I don’t feel at ease around him and need to talk to him first. I need to know where we stand.

 

~~~

 

“Give me your coat, will you?”

 

Pasi stands in the hallway, waiting for me to hand my coat to him. I’ve been standing there for some minutes, trying to make up my mind – why am I here? I should have walked away when I had the chance instead of facing him. “I’m keeping it on.”

 

Pasi bites onto his bottom lip, but then relaxes and sighs. “If that makes you feel better… Let’s go into the kitchen and I’ll make coffee, as you don’t like tea.”

 

I stubbornly refuse to make eye contact and enter the kitchen. I slide onto the chair furthest away from the kitchen counter and cross my arms in front of my chest defensively. Pasi busies himself with the coffee maker, and once the coffee is ready, he pours it into a mug, to which he then adds sugar and milk. He places it in front of me and tries to catch my gaze again. I refuse to look at him though and pull the coffee closer instead.

 

“Ville, tell me what you’re thinking. I can’t read your thoughts, although I suspect I know what’s going on in your head I want you to hear you say it.”

 

I glare at him. “Tell me then! What do you think is going on?”

 

“You feel insecure – you’re feeling hurt. I’m not quite sure why, and that’s why you need to talk. Is it about what happened the other night?”

 

I continue to glare at him, but in the end, I wonder why I blame Pasi for what happened. It was my fault – not his. I focus on calming down, and once I feel more in control, I shrug. “I owe you an apology.”

 

Pasi blinks in surprise. “And why’s that?”

 

I’ve never seen him looking that lost. “I made you drunk that evening… I fed you drinks and…”

 

Pasi quickly and resolutely shakes his head. “I had four beers, Ville. Do you really think that makes me drunk?”

 

His hand sneaks across the table and he keeps it there, palm open, turned up, waiting and probably hoping for me to put my hand in his. I won’t do that though. “Pasi, we both know that you would have never let me into your bed if you hadn’t been drunk! It’s all my fault!”

 

“That night wasn’t a mistake,” Pasi says firmly. “I wanted it too.”

 

Stunned, I stare at him in shock. “What did you say?”

 

“You heard me. I wanted you too.” Pasi smiles and nods. “I wanted you too,” he repeats.

 

“For one night – yes…” I feel miserable all over again, although I don’t know why. My feelings are taking me on a rollercoaster ride and I have no idea why it’s happening. Pasi moves closer and resolutely claims my right hand. He closes his fingers over mine and cocks his head until I feel guilty about avoiding him. So I draw in a deep breath and answer his gaze. “Pasi, where do we stand? Are we still friends? Or should I stay clear of you? I don’t know what to make of this.”

Pasi takes his time answering me, and when he remains quiet, I grow even more worried. This can’t be good.

 

“Ville,” Pasi says in a remarkably tender voice, “I should have known you would make this into something complicated.” I raise an eyebrow at him and want to lash out, but Pasi shakes his head. “Don’t – you made this into something it isn’t. And now I want you to listen closely, because I’m going to explain this to you and you can trust me to tell the truth, okay?”

 

I have no idea what’s coming next, but I nod. I don’t know what to say anyway.

 

“Ville, I wasn’t drunk that evening – so stop telling yourself that. I knew what I was doing and what I was saying yes to. Are you with me so far?”

 

I nod again, although I’m not sure where Pasi is taking this.

 

“Okay…” Pasi smiles and then says, “I took you to my place because I wanted your company. I took you to my bed because you’re handsome, loving, and kind. I made love to you because I wanted to know you in that way. I called you this morning because I worried about you. Why did you leave first thing in the morning when I was still asleep? You should have woken me – You shouldn’t have left like that – like a thief in the night. I didn’t give you anything I wasn’t willing to give.”

 

I swallow nervously. “I did that on purpose…” I admit in a heavy voice. “I didn’t want to see your expression when you realized what had happened.”

 

“And what did happen?” Pasi asks patiently.

 

“I don’t get it,” I explode. “How can you want me? You fucked me because you were drunk – why would you do it otherwise?”

 

“Oh, Ville…” Pasi moves closer and carefully puts an arm around me. “I do hope that I didn’t just merely fuck you… It was my intention to make love to you…”

 

Pasi’s words render me speechless. I blink, stare at him, and try to say something, but for some reason, my lips don’t move. Make love to me? What the hell is he talking about?

 

“If you hadn’t left like that, you would have woken up in my arms and I wouldn’t have let you go easily. Ville, I don’t want this to be just a one-night-stand. I’m not that kind of guy. I had hoped it would be the beginning of something…steady…”

 

I can’t stop staring at Pasi. Steady? What the hell…?

 

“I should probably have dated you before making love to you, but… The night was perfect and so were you.”

 

I can’t believe the things I’m hearing. I’m not perfect, and certainly not after the stunt I pulled – or thought I had pulled. “Pasi, I have a hard time believing that.”

Pasi nods and his expression changes – he might even understand what I’m talking about. “After what happened with Christus… I find it hard to believe that anyone… Let alone someone who knows what happened back then, would want me…”

 

“I get that,” Pasi replies calmly. “If I had known about Christus’ plans back then, I would have stopped him… But I can’t change the past – however, right now, I can tell you that I like you and that I don’t want it to end in this way.”

 

“What do you want then?” I’m very much aware of the fact that Pasi still holds my hand and caresses my fingers. The touch feels odd, but in a good way.

 

“As I said before, I want to date you… We shouldn’t have gone straight to having sex, but I can’t change that either… I’m happy though that it happened – or else we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

 

“Okay, so let me get this straight… You want to be with *me*. You know what you’re getting into?”

 

“I have a good idea, yes…” Pasi raises his other arm and caresses my face with his fingertips. “Ville, you like me, don’t you? I can’t believe you would have made love with me if there weren’t any feelings involved.”

 

I grow flustered and nibble on my bottom lip. Do I tell him that I’ve liked him for quite some time?

 

“Ville? Am I right about that? You *do* like me, don’t you?”

 

I nod slowly. “I do…”

 

“Ville, we’re fine… Please don’t think you’re in trouble…” Pasi places a finger beneath my chin and raises my head that way: I have no choice but to look at him. “I guess mere words don’t work with you,” Pasi whispers and smiles again. “I need a different way to convince you that I mean it.”

 

What’s he talking about? I’m getting worried and want to take action, but then Pasi leans in closer and presses his lips onto mine. The kiss is unexpected and I’m stunned that he would kiss me. My eyes widen in response and I stare into his. I read once that the eyes are the mirrors of the soul, and if that’s the case, Pasi’s soul shines bright and beautiful. I see no lies in them – just an inviting warmth. A warning flashes in the back of my mind and startles me – what if he’s playing me? But then again, what would he win? And besides that, Pasi isn’t the kind of guy who manipulates people – he isn’t, I’m sure of that.

 

“Pasi…” I whisper his name after he breaks off the kiss. “Everything happens so suddenly – and unexpected…I had hoped it would turn out to be more than a one-night-stand, but I didn’t really believe it. You need to understand…” Fuck, I can’t believe I’m going to tell him this. “Deep down, I’m terribly insecure… I don’t trust people – expect for my brothers that is – and maybe Arttu. I’ve let people down in the past and I have a habit of fucking up things. Being on my own is a way to make sure no one gets hurt. I’m scared that I will screw this up too, so maybe it’s best not to get started.” I don’t know if any of my rambling makes sense, but that’s the way I feel.

 

“I know where you’re coming from.” Pasi nods, keeps his arm in place around me, and rests his brow against mine. “I know that you got hurt many times, and I’m the last person who wants to contribute to that. I’m honest when I tell you that I have feelings for you… It’s not some ploy to get you into my bed. I won’t turn on you and make fun of you. Please don’t let Christus ruin this.”

 

That’s easier said than done. “Christus’ past actions contribute to my reaction, yes, but I’m scared of hurting you mostly…” And Pasi is the last person I want to hurt. I curse myself for having let my needs get the better of me the other night. What the hell was I thinking when I had sex with Pasi? Why did I complicate our lives like that?

 

“Ville, why don’t you think everything over in your own time? You look like you’re about to panic and pressuring you is the last thing on my mind.” Pasi backs away, but continues to hold onto my hand. “Did you eat yet?”

 

The sudden change in conversation makes me blink again. “What?”

 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry… How about an early lunch?”

 

Why is he talking about lunch all of a sudden?

 

“Ville, do you want to have lunch with me and spend time together? Get to know each other? I would like that…”

 

Pasi looks at me with such a hopeful look in his blue eyes that I find that I can’t deny him: I nod involuntarily. The next moment however, I regret giving in. What the hell is wrong with me? Why are my emotions all over the place? Why am I overreacting like this?

 

“I’ll make sandwiches and you’re not drinking any more coffee…”

 

I stare at Pasi in surprise. “Why not?”

 

“Because you don’t need any caffeine when you’re already like this…” Pasi opens the fridge, removes the milk, and pours it into a glass. “You had better drink that instead.”

 

“Milk?” Why does someone like Pasi have milk at home in the first place?

 

“You’re cute when you’re confused…”

 

Pasi’s comment causes me to grow flustered again. Fuck… I should never have listened to Eero – he’s to blame for the situation I’m in! If only I knew how to act around Pasi! I know how to handle anger, depression, solitude, or frustration, but I don’t know how to be around someone who loves me in that way. I’m really fucked up, there’s no doubt about it!

 

TBC

 

Part 2

 

Suddenly I find myself alone with Jack. Eero dragged Antti off into Arttu’s bedroom to reunite the brothers, and although I’m okay with that, I wished Eero had stayed behind. I pretend disinterest, but from the corner of my eye, I see Jack collapse onto the couch. His eyes widen suddenly and a frown appears on his face.


“What the…?” Jack reaches beneath him and lifts one of Eero’s study books. “Ah, that’s why  Madness and Civilization by Michel Foucault…” Jack coughs as if something got stuck in his throat
and gives me a puzzled look. “Antti would never read something like that – he doesn’t read period – and I can’t imagine Arttu focusing long enough to actually finish it.”

 

Looks like I have to talk to him after all. “It’s Eero’s – one of his study books.” It’s best if I keep our conversation to a minimum. I don’t want to say anything that might make Jack suspicious. I don’t know when it started – not exactly – but it must have been around the time when Christus decided to leave the band. Jack had stayed with Christus for some weeks and I saw them now and then. I was shocked to realize that the object of my desire had changed – instead of staring at Christus, I had caught myself checking out Jack.

 

“Well, I’ll put it to the side then…” Jack makes a big show out of putting the book onto the coffee table. From beneath the rim of his hat, he looks up and then yawns. “Damn, I’m tired… Did you ever try to sober up Antti after he’s been partying?”

 

“Actually, I did… More than once.” After Christus had left the band, Tommi had acquired the annoying habit of making me Antti’s roommate when we had been on tour. I learned too many personal things about Antti back then – things, which I’m still trying to forget. “Thanks for what you did…” It registers with me that I’m on my own in dealing with Jack. Eero isn’t coming back – he’ll want to stay with Arttu, at least as long until he’s certain Antti won’t fuck up.

 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get a hold of Antti earlier, but I was a little drunk myself.”

 

At least he’s honest. “I should get going… Eero will want to stay and I don’t want the place to become crowded.” That way I can tell Jack goodbye and flee the situation.

 

“Jonne…?”

 

I tell myself to remain calm, and once I’m sure my emotions don’t show on my face, I turn my head toward him. Jack’s still on the couch – he rested his head back against the comfort and is massaging his right temple. He looks tired.

 

“Do you have a spare bed at home? I don’t want to stay here for the same reason, but there’s no way I can drive home right now. I didn’t get any sleep last night because Antti freaked out big time and the drive over here tired me.” At the same time, he puts on his best puppy dog look, but it doesn’t quite work because of the black and pink makeup he has on.

 

I can’t believe he’s actually asking me to take him home with me. Eero won’t be using his bed anytime soon, so yes, I could put him up for the night, but the mere idea of having Jack close makes me nervous. “You can crash on the couch,” I tell him and point at the sofa he’s sitting on.

 

“And wake up black and blue because of the books that will poke me? No thanks!”

 

Jack sounds disappointed and I feel guilty for rejecting him, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to have him around.

 

“It’s okay, Jonne; you can tell me no… I’ll find me a hotel room and sleep some hours before I head home.”

 

Now my conscience kicks in. Jack didn’t get any sleep because he cared for Antti and drove here and now I’m showing him the cold shoulder. That’s not a nice way to say thank you. “You can have Eero’s bed.” I’m scared that I’m making a huge mistake, but there’s no more turning back. “You don’t need to check into a hotel.”

 

Jack cocks his head. “Are you sure? You don’t need to put me up if you don’t want me around.”

 

“No, it’s okay…” Promptly, Jack gets to his feet and head for the doorway. Okay, looks like he wants to leave right now. “Give me a moment to tell Eero goodbye.” Jack nods and I step into Arttu’s bedroom. Arttu’s sound asleep, Antti’s behaving and Eero gently strokes his boyfriend’s hair. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go… Jack needs some sleep and I offered him your bed, Eero. I hope that’s okay with you?”

 

Eero gives me a smile and nods. “I’m fine with it… And you don’t need to hurry back…” He cocks his head into Antti’s direction and I understand: he’s got the support he needs.

 

“I’ll call you later…” I wished Eero had asked me to hurry back, but now that he didn’t, I don’t have a reason to leave my apartment again and must endure Jack’s company. I move into the hallway, where Jack leans against a wall. His eyes are closed and that way, more of the horrible pink eye shadow he wears shows. I’ll never understand why Jack thinks it looks good on him. “Let’s go,” I say and Jack opens his eyes again. He nods, pulls his leather jacket closer against his body, and opens the door.

 

“Sorry, but I’m dead on my feet… I shouldn’t drive… I would have driven us home otherwise,” he apologizes.

 

“Don’t worry about it,” I say as I close the door behind us. “It’s only a five-minute walk.”

 

“I should manage that…” Jack says in a sleepy voice.

 

We ride the elevator downstairs, and eventually, we step onto the street. “Right,” I tell Jack when he wants to head left. Jack nods and starts to walk – well, sway is more likely. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he’s completely wasted. “Hey, careful!” Jack was about to cross the street while the traffic light was still on red and might have gotten run over if I hadn’t pulled him back onto the pavement.

 

“Thanks,” Jack murmurs and leans against me. “I’m trying…”

 

I roll my eyes and wrap an arm around Jack’s waist. Why do I always get myself into situations like this? The traffic light changes to green and I pull Jack along. It’s weird—Jack’s even smaller than me! Not by much, but three or four centimeters. By wearing that hat, he looks taller, but when you look closely, the deception fails. “I live over there,” I tell him and point out the building to him. Jack isn’t interested though and I have the feeling that he’s having a hard time staying awake.

 

I guide him past the main entrance, up the flight of stairs we need to master, and open the door. I switch on the lights, pull Jack inside, and push him against the wall so he has some support.

 

“Bed?” Jack cocks his head again and pries open his eyes.

 

“Yeah, in a moment…” Jack is a dead weight against me and he stopped cooperating all together. How can he turn tired that quickly? I succeed in pushing him into Eero’s room and step away from him. “Bed’s ready…” I make sure he ends up on the bed and not beside it: Jack turns onto his side, curling up and wrapping his arms around his knees. “I guess that taking off your coat is not an option.” I can’t help it – the whole situation is funny and I chuckle. I move closer and carefully remove Jack’s hat. I put it aside and study him for a moment. He looks rather young and innocent in a way – even cute, though I would never say so aloud.

 

Jack’s asleep and no longer needs me, so I turn around and close the door behind me – I decide to leave it ajar though, just in case. I head for the kitchen, grab some bottled water, and take it along with me into my bedroom. I remove my coat and shoes and let myself fall backwards onto my bed. These last few days tired me. First Arttu had that accident, then Eero suffered a panic attack and then we couldn’t find Antti when we needed him. I’m not even talking about Jack here!

 

I drink some of the water and wonder what to do. Jack’s out, so I don’t need to worry about him… Eero’s at Arttu’s place and busy… Tommi’s doing his stuff and won’t like getting disturbed… That leaves Ville, but I don’t know where he disappeared to. He left Antti’s apartment before I got there and I haven’t heard from him since. I could call him, but I don’t want to come across as overly protective. Maybe I should send a message instead.

 

I uncover my phone and start writing: *Ville, where are you? Are you fine? If you need to talk, you can find me at home.* That should do and I send the message.

 

I let the phone slide onto the bed and stretch. It’s odd to be home with no immediate crisis on hand. I’ve become used to something going wrong. I curl up on my side, pull a pillow close, and reach for the DVD-player on the nightstand. Calm and soothing music echoes through the room and I sigh deeply. I really don’t know what to do now that I have time to myself!

 

Maybe I follow Jack’s example and catch some sleep before the next crisis hits. I make myself comfortable, wiggle until I’ve found my favorite position, and close my eyes. Yes, maybe catching some sleep is the best thing to do – I  just hope I can actually stop worrying and fall asleep.

 

~~~

 

When I wake up, it’s dark already. The music stopped playing a long time ago and I stretch – feeling rather annoyed that I slept that long. I switch on the light, grab my phone, and check the time. Damn, it’s six PM already. I slept almost eight hours! I got a message in the meantime and I access it: Ville sent it and I grow curious.

 

*Will be at home around nine this evening… Can I talk to you then?*

 

I answer at once and tell him that I’ll be waiting for him. Of course we can talk! I put the phone aside, yawn and stretch, and slide off the bed. I rub my face, trying to rid myself of the last remnants of sleep, and tell myself to focus.

 

I get to my feet, leave the bedroom, and switch on the light in the hallway and kitchen. I need coffee if I want to survive tonight – especially if Ville needs to talk to me. I ready the coffee maker and wait for it to start working. When it does, I turn around and squeeze my eyes – why is there a leather jacket on the floor in the corridor?

 

Fuck, I forgot about Jack! Urged into action, I head for Eero’s bedroom and knock. “Jack?” Is he still asleep or did he wake up already? He must have… How else did that jacket end up in the corridor? I wait for another minute, but as there’s no reply, I push the door open further. Jack must have woken up at some time, because he rid himself of his jacket and boots, which lay next to the bed.

 

I cringe at seeing the gigantic stain on the pillowcase and comforter. Jack’s makeup is all over the place. It’s everywhere, including all over his face. I find myself smiling at the sight and approach the bed. Jack’s a few years younger than me, not much, but I do feel a little protective of him right now. What should I do? Wake him or let him sleep?

 

Jack stirs and the decision is made for me when he opens his eyes. He tries to hide his face in the pillow and it’s getting smeared with more makeup. I guess I’ll be doing laundry shortly. “Hey, you might want to wake up…”

 

Jack opens one eye, looks at me, and appears to consider my suggestion. “Why?”

 

The questions amuses me. “Because I fell asleep too and now it’s six PM all of a sudden.”

 

“Good thing I don’t need to be anywhere right now…” Jack turns onto his back, stretches, and then sits up. He looks about, catches sight of the mess he made, and gives me an apologetic look. “Sorry about that… It always happens when I forget to remove my makeup.”

 

“I’ll put it in the laundry – don’t worry about it…”

 

“Thanks!” Jack gets to his feet and looks about. “Ah yeah, right… I’m staying with you…”

 

He’s what? I gave him a bed because he needed to sleep, but I can’t remember inviting him to stay! “Don’t you need to go home?” Having Jack stay with me is a bad idea.

 

“Tomorrow… Or maybe the day after that… I don’t have any plans right now…”

 

Jack walks up to me and comes to a stop in front of me. “Do I smell coffee?”

 

“Yeah, I made some…” Now that he’s close I stare at the mess on his face and shake my head at seeing it.

 

“Ah, it’s that bad? Do you mind me cleaning up?”

 

Jack caught on fast, I must give him that. “Bathroom is the second door on your right.”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll find it…” Jack marches out of the room and I shake my head at his actions. What am I supposed to do about him staying here? I can’t kick him out –well, technically I can, but I’m not like that. I focus on the mess he made of the bed and decide to put on clean bed linen. That way, I’m busy and might forget about the problems Jack presents.

 

I finish changing the bed linen too quickly:  Jack’s still on my mind. I carry the dirtied fabric into the kitchen where I put it in the laundry basket.

 

“Do I look better now?”

 

I turn around to look at Jack and swallow hard. Oh yes, now that the makeup is gone, he looks better. He looks young, handsome, and attractive. I quickly look away again and point at the kitchen table. “If you sit down I’ll get you some coffee.” Jack sits down and I don’t need to look at him to know he’s staring at me – I can literally feel his eyes on me.

 

“Is there a chance of getting something to eat too? I’m not picky, everything goes.”

 

That doesn’t really help. I open the cupboards and wonder what to get Jack.

 

“A peanut butter sandwich would be great,” Jack says – maybe he picked up on my confusion.

 

“I’ve got peanut butter.” I remove it from the shelves, get out the bread and butter, and am about to make Jack his sandwich when he takes hold of the knife and starts doing so himself.

 

“There’s nothing wrong with my hands – I can make a sandwich myself.”

 

By saying that, he draws my attention to his hands. I noticed them before, and for some reason, I find them extremely sexy. I never had a hand fetish before, but Jack’s fingers… I’ve got to stop staring before I start blushing, or even worse, get hard. Jack starts to eat and his gaze drifts off to the window.

 

“Is it dark already? Fuck!”

 

The fact that the darkness distresses Jack makes me wonder why. Then I recall something Antti had said – that Jack didn’t want to drive during the night and that they would wait for first light. “Is that a problem?”

 

“It is because I had planned on driving home today…” Jack munches on his sandwich, but remains preoccupied. “Now I can’t get home…”

 

“And why is that? They don’t close off the highway during the night.” I sip from my coffee and consider making a sandwich myself, but I dismiss the idea as I’m not hungry.

 

“No, they don’t…” Jack has finished his sandwich, but he’s still worried. “Jonne, can I ask for another favor?”

 

I arch an eyebrow and wonder what he wants from me. “Depends on the favor.”

 

“Can I stay the night as well?”

 

Okay, I should have seen that one coming, but I didn’t. “You can, if you tell me why you don’t want to drive through the night.” Jack sighs, shrugs, and then retrieves his shoulder bag from the hallway. He reaches inside and uncovers a pair of glasses set in a thick, black frame. Okay, so he wears glasses – big deal!

 

“I suffer from something called Nyctalopia…” Jack says hesitantly while putting on his glasses.

 

“You suffer from what?” I never heard the word before, but then again, I’m no doctor, so how am I supposed to know what he’s talking about? Hum, Jack looks different with glasses on, but I like it – it gives him character.

 

“Night blindness,” Jack explains, having mercy on me. “I don’t see well in the dark – actually when it’s really dark, I don’t see a thing… Then even the glasses are useless.”

 

I nod – I reckon that explains why Jack doesn’t want to drive in the dark. “Sounds like a nuisance…”

 

“Well, I’ve had it since birth so I know how to deal with it.” Jack shrugs. “I don’t drive during the night and I keep my glasses ready just in case… I don’t like wearing them and most of the times, I don’t need them…”

 

When Jack gives me an oddly intimate look, I realize that he told me something very private. I get the impression that not many people know about this. “You can stay the night…” I can’t possibly tell him to leave – maybe it’s because I don’t want him to leave in the first place. “Thanks for telling me.” Jack’s suddenly all smiles and seeing him like that makes me chuckle. “For what it’s worth, I think the glasses make you look sophisticated.” A faint blush settles onto Jack’s face and it makes him even more attractive.

 

“Christus never uses words like that,” Jack says all of sudden.

 

The change in topic strikes me as odd and I suspect he’s doing it on purpose because he wants to talk about Christus. I decide to let him, but I tell myself to be on my guard. “I would have been surprised if he did.” Jack moves some strands of hair away from his face and peeks at me. “How’s he doing?” I have the feeling he’s waiting for me to ask him that.

 

“Christus is doing great,” Jacks says enthusiastically. “His life changed big time after he left Tampere.”

 

Judging by Jack’s eager tone, I reckon he wants to discuss Christus’ life in detail. I’m not sure I want to hear it though.

 

“He has a girlfriend these days…”

 

I grow tense and wonder why Jack’s telling me this. “That’s good to hear,” I force myself to say. I look everywhere except at Jack as I don’t want him to see the emotions I’m going through.

 

“Her name is Anna and she’s a kindergarten teacher…”

 

“That doesn’t sound like his usual type,” I can’t help remark.

 

“Oh, his type changed… She isn’t blond, but a brunette… Doesn’t look like a vamp with big tits… She’s rather small, and although she’s got curves…” Jack gives me a lopsided grin.

 

I’m still not sure why Jack’s telling me this. “I’m happy he found someone.”

 

“Last week she dragged him with her to work… They had ‘music day’ at the kindergarten and Christus spend six hours trying to teach those kids to play the guitar. They were more interested in the congos and he complained about a headache when he called me that evening!”

 

I don’t say anything anymore – I just let him talk. It’s good to hear that Christus straightened out his life: it’s too bad though that he failed to do so when we were still together. Apparently this “Anna” managed to do what I couldn’t, and fuck, I feel jealous because of that!

 

“He’s back to being a blond these days, but thankfully it’s not the hideous combination of pink, red, and blond he had a year ago…”

 

“Can we stop talking about Christus now?” I’ve heard enough – it’s obvious that Christus no longer needs me. He actually got better after leaving Tampere and more importantly – me.

 

“Sure… I thought you would like to know he’s doing fine.” Jack frowns and seems confused. “You were lovers once and…”

 

“That’s enough… I’m not discussing this anymore.” I glare at Jack and give him a choice – either he shuts up about Christus or he can walk out of the door and get himself a hotel room.

 

“I’m sorry…” Jack’s frown deepens. “I didn’t know that you’re still hurting because of…him.”

 

I sigh deeply. I just told Jack that I no longer wanted to discuss Christus and now he’s addressing my emotional state. “Jack, I’m happy that Christus is doing better, but I’m still angry with him, so discussing him is a bad idea. Furthermore, my feelings are personal and I’m not going to discuss those either!” Jack is right though – I still hurt because of Christus.

 

“Okay, I get it… Let’s change the subject…” Jack gives me a long and pondering look. “What are we going to do tonight?”

 

I feel relieved: for one moment I was worried he was going to address something personal again. “I don’t have any plans… Ville sent a message earlier and he’ll be here after dinner.”

 

“So we’re staying at home?”

 

I roll my eyes. “What else would you do? Go out for dinner and have groupies stalk you?”

 

“Actually, that sounds quite interesting!” Jack winks at me. “I liked that peanut butter sandwich, but to be honest, I’m still hungry.”

 

“You can make yourself another sandwich.” I’m alert though – Jack’s up to something.

 

“Let me buy you dinner! You’re putting me up for the night and treating you to dinner is the least I can do!”

 

I give Jack a quick look, but his smile seems genuine. “I need to be back at nine though… I don’t want to keep Ville waiting.” Why am I agreeing to going out for dinner with Jack? I was ready to bite his head off five minutes ago! The truth is that I like him and want to spend time with him… I’m only human after all; even I want company.

 

“I’ll take care of everything! We’ll have dinner and I’ll make sure that you’re home in time, Cinderella.”

 

I roll my eyes again – damn, I’ve been doing that a lot since I took Jack home. “I’m not Cinderella!”

 

“We’ll see about that… Come on, you need to change your clothes and I need to apply my makeup!” Jack jumps to his feet and extends his arm toward me.

 

I look at his hand, but don’t take it. “And what’s wrong with the clothes I’m wearing?” I’m wearing jeans and a white sweater, which seems perfectly okay with me!

 

“We’re going out for dinner, Jonne! Dress up! Look sexy! Wear that funky black leather jacket you keep hidden in your closet! Use some eyeliner, eye shadow! I don’t care – just get moving!” Jack has come alive and moves restlessly.

 

I take a step away from him, just to be on the safe side. “Do I want to know where you’re taking me?”

 

“You don’t need to know! Don’t worry though – the food’s excellent and I’m going to pay for it! Let’s have fun!”

 

I suppress my urge to roll my eyes again – I thought Antti was high maintenance, but I have the feeling that Jack might exhaust me too. “I’ll change, but only if you tone it down…”

 

“Tone down what?” Jack asks in a suspicious voice.

 

“The makeup… I’m not having dinner with Alice Cooper in pink!” Let’s see how he reacts to that!

 

“My makeup is just fine!”

 

Jack stares at me defiantly and I glare right back at him. “That’s the deal – I will dress up, but you will tone it down.”

 

“I want you to look sexy though…” Jack says and smiles all of a sudden. “You’ll wear the leather jacket and something with holes in it – either a T-shirt or the pants.”

 

“No pink eye shadow and a minimum amount of Kohl! If I judge it too much, you’ll get rid of it!” What the hell am I doing and why can’t I stop it? It’s like a car crash about to happen and I can’t stop it!

 

“Deal! We’ve got a deal! Now get going!”

 

Suddenly, I’m alone again. Jack sprinted off into the bathroom, dragging his shoulder bag with him. He’s probably already working on his makeup, which means I need to change my outfit. So Jack wants sexy? For one moment, I’m tempted to give him exactly what he wants – I can do sexy – but the question is, should I?

 

TBC

 

Part 3

 

“You haven’t moved yet! Why?” Jack returns to the kitchen where I’m enjoying some orange juice.

 

“I’m not going to make an effort dressing up when you might not prove presentable,” I tell my nemesis. Jack looks good though – I have to give him that. He only used thin eye liner and it makes his eyes stand out even more. The glasses are gone and I’m curious if he’ll put them back on once we’re outside. “Do you need to wear that hat though?” It obscures part of his face and messes up his hair.

 

“You didn’t say anything about me having to style my hair!” Jack lectures me.

 

“Sit down and let me have a look.” If I’m to have dinner with him, I want him to look his best as he will be sitting opposite me all evening. Jack complies, but I catch the rebellious expression in his eyes. I remove his hat and cringe. “It’s a mess…” When did he comb his hair for the last time? “You should stop wearing it…” I retrieve a brush, a comb, gel, and hair spray from the bathroom and put everything on the kitchen table. Against all odds, Jack lets me work on his hair, and when I’m done he looks presentable – I think. “I’ll let you take me out to dinner looking like that.”

 

Jack cocks his head, grins at me, and then nods. “Okay, now you need to uphold your end of the bargain. I want you to look sexy… If you don’t, I’ll pick out the clothes you’re going to wear, so do you best – or worst…”

 

I move until I stand in front of him and study Jack. “Why sexy?” That question has been on my mind ever since Jack mentioned it.

 

“Because you look rather dull right now… And the one evening we’re spending together I want my date to be good-looking!”

 

“Your date?” I blink in surprise, Jack however merely grins, and nods. “Move it, Cinderella.”

 

I hate it when he calls me that – why does he do that to begin with? I turn around and head for my room, where I open the closet. Sexy? Jack wants me to look sexy… Looking at the clothes that are up in front of my closet I realize none of them are suitable. Sexy… It’s been a long time since anyone wanted me to look sexy.

“Having problems finding an outfit?” Jack leans against the doorway and looks at me.

 

Without realizing it, I blurt out the truth. “It’s been a while since anyone wanted me to look sexy…” I realize what I just said and grow angry with myself! “That came out wrong,” I say quickly, trying to cover up my embarrassment.

 

Jack moves closer and comes to a halt next to me. “Maybe I can help?”

 

I don’t think I should accept his offer – who knows what I will end up looking like!

 

“How about these…?” Jack removes a pair of black pants from the bottom shelf and presents them to me.

 

I remember wearing them, but it’s been years. “They’re okay,” I give in, actually relieved that he didn’t go for anything more revealing.

 

“All you need now is a simple, basic, black T-shirt and your leather coat to go atop of it… Oh, and no army boots – nothing white, and nothing with wings on them.”

 

Again, I roll my eyes. “Those shoes are cool! The wings are cool!” Jack then does a great imitation of me rolling my eyes and I burst out laughing. “Stop it.”

 

“Just wear these…”

 

I didn’t know I still had those – a pair of black sneakers with no distracting ornaments. “All right, get out then so I can change.” Jack nods, turns around, and leaves the room. So this is Jack’s idea of sexy? I’m immensely relieved…

 

~~~

 

I feel surprisingly comfortable in the outfit Jack’s chosen. Just to make sure I’m ‘presentable’ as well, I used a small amount of makeup and styled my hair. “Is this okay?” I ask upon stepping into the kitchen where Jack’s playing around with his mobile phone. He looks me up and down and then nods. Apparently I passed his test. “We should get going… It’s almost seven and I want to be back at nine.”

 

Jack gets to his feet, slips into his coat, and hands me the phone. I frown and then stare at him in surprise, realizing it’s my phone he had gotten his hands on. “What did you do with it?” I ask and narrow my eyes suspiciously.

 

“I added my number to it… So, next time you’re in Helsinki, give me a call and I’ll return the favor – You can always stay at my place.”

 

I’m not sure what to make of that, but I let it slide. “So where are we going?” I’m hungry, but also wary.

 

“Let me surprise you!”

 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I didn’t want to let it slip; it just happened though.

 

“Have a little faith in me!”

 

Jack heads for the doorway, opens the door, and gestures for me to pass. I grab my shoulder bag and step into the corridor. I have a bad feeling, which I can’t seem to shake and I wonder in how trouble I am exactly.

 

~~~

 

“Jack, no, we can’t go in there…” I shake my head resolutely. “The Rooster has good food, I’ll give you that, but it’s also the newest meeting ground for fans.” I don’t want them staring at me all evening – I want privacy.

 

“Hey, you’re a rock star! Enjoy the status! Just think about all those girls –and boys – who want you and can’t have you! You can make them happy by giving them a smile, or having your picture taken with them!”

 

I stare at Jack in surprise. “You might like that kind of thing, but I don’t. It’s annoying when they watch your every move.”

 

“Stop whining…”

 

Jack grabs my wrist and pulls me along. I consider resisting him, but we’re in public and I don’t want to create a scene. “Jack, this is a bad idea.”

 

“This is a great idea.”

 

Jack continues to pull me along, and much too quickly do we reach the entrance. Luckily, it’s too cold for people to sit on the terrace so there isn’t that much of a crowd. Jack opens the door and waves at the bartender, who waves back at him. I’m surprised Jack knows these people.

 

Jack looks about and points out a table in the back. “How about that one? Nice and private, and look, only a few fans about! Perfect!”

 

Only a few… About ten pairs of eyes follow my every move and I already want out. Jack ignores my apparent unease and pulls me along to the table he picked.

 

“You sit there… That way, you don’t see your groupies… I’ll keep an eye on them for you,” Jack says smugly and smiles at them.

 

I expect him to start waving and inviting them over, but instead he reaches for the menu. I’m actually relieved that my back’s toward them – that way I feel a bit more at ease.

 

“What do you guys want to drink? And of course it’s on the house,” the waiter says and shakes hands with Jack. “It’s been too long! You need to drop by more often!”

 

“And make sure the fans keep spending their money here?” Jack quips, at which the waiter chuckles.

 

I feel like I ended up in the wrong kind of movie and wonder if there’s a chance of me waking up from this nightmare.

 

“Of course!” The waiter chuckles. “What do you guys want to eat this evening?”

 

I’m relieved that he doesn’t address me. I’ve seen him about town and he knows who I am.

 

“Give me a beer and the rocker burger!” Jack hands the waiter the menu and then looks at me. “And what would you like? Except for beer of course?”

 

“I’m not having beer… I don’t drink alcohol.” It’s not the entire truth – I do drink some, but only at home and never in public – certainly not with Jack about who would get me into a compromising situation for sure. “I’m having a diet coke and the chickless love.”

 

“Good choices! I will get your drinks first…” The waiter collects our menus and leaves.

 

When I look at Jack again, I find his eyes narrowed and focused on me. “What?”

 

“Since when did you stop drinking alcohol? I remember your early days when you drank everything that had alcohol in it! You were especially fond of Russian vodka!”

 

“That happened a long time ago.” The waiter returns, puts our drinks onto the table, and leaves again. “I’ve changed since then.”

 

“I guess so,” Jack says thoughtfully. “We never had a chance to become friends – with you living here and me in Helsinki. I sometimes regret that.”

 

Something about Jack’s comment alerts me, but I can’t put my finger on it. “I don’t drink often… When I do, it’s always at home and mostly for bad reasons… So I try to limit the temptations.”

 

Jack nods slowly. “Christus told me about your parents, and it’s no secret that Ville has problems too…”

 

I curse Tommi for talking Ville and me into giving that television interview some time ago. I never wanted to go public with our problems, but Tommi thought it would bring us good publicity. As a result everyone knows what a dysfunctional family we were back then.

 

“So what were your reasons for drinking then?” Jack prods.

 

“I’m not going to discuss them with you…” Not with fans sitting that close to us.

 

“Maybe another time then.”

 

I’m relieved that Jack doesn’t pressure me: I wouldn’t have told him anyways.

 

“So how about you… Do you have a new girlfriend? Or boyfriend?”

 

Hum, maybe I should reconsider and discuss my issues related to alcohol after all, as I like this new topic even less. I remain quiet instead – maybe that will tell Jack that I don’t want to talk about that either.

 

“I’m single again,” Jack says eventually – maybe the silence’s getting to him. “Rakel and I separated a year ago and it’s hard being on my own. I didn’t think it would be – but damn, I get lonely at times!” He shrugs and smiles in a sad way.

 

Ah yes, someone told me about them splitting up. I think it was Antti. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” I offer.

 

“People change…” Jack shrugs again. “We had grown apart… That happens… We’re still friends, but the special feeling that got us together is gone.” Jack takes a swig of his beer. “It could have ended worse… At least we didn’t fight.”

 

I run a finger along the rim of my glass, wondering if I should share my thoughts with Jack. I don’t want to hurt his feelings though. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I always thought you were interested in Christus.” To my surprise, Jack starts to laugh – rather loudly at that.

 

“Christus? No…he’s a good friend, but nothing more. I never thought of him as a potential boyfriend – he’s too chaotic for me.”

 

“That’s honest.” I wonder if Christus knows how Jack feels about him.

 

“It came up once,” Jack admits. “We were drunk and smoking pot as well, and we looked at each other, thought about it, and then laughed until we ran out of breath. That was it.”

 

I’m going to regret asking my next question, but I want to know. “So what guy would you consider boyfriend material? What are you looking for?” I sure hope I’m not being too obvious about it.

 

Suddenly the waiter’s back and puts our food in front of us – that guy’s timing definitely sucks. Jack waits until he’s left and then looks at me.

 

“My type, you mean? My type might actually surprise you.” He selects a fry and puts it into his mouth.

 

“I’m curious,” I admit.

 

“Okay, why not… He should have a good sense of humor… I want to have fun in life… But there should be a serious side to him as well. There’s time for fun and there’s time to deal with life… Solid… stable… I like a firm relationship…”

 

That doesn’t tell me a lot – damn Jack, and I wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. Out of frustration, I dig into my pasta, which tastes good, but it’s not the thing I crave right now. In order to distract me, I check the time on my cell phone. It’s eight – so I have an hour left. “I take it you’re heading home tomorrow?”

 

“Interesting change of subject,” Jack remarks and bites into his hamburger.

 

“I just want to know if you’re having breakfast in the morning,” I lie. The truth is that Jack confuses me.

 

“I would love to have coffee before I leave…” Jack puts down his hamburger and uses the black napkin to clean up his mouth. “Jonne, I’m trying to befriend you – nothing more, nothing less.”

 

I didn’t expect him to say something like that and feel guilty for thinking badly of him. “It’s the setting – part of it… I don’t feel comfortable discussing private matters in public.”

 

“I understand that…but what’s the other reason you’re  keeping me at a distance?”

 

“Talking about Christus – it puts me off…”

 

“I’ll remember that…” Jack sips from his beer and continues to eat.

 

He eats a lot, and now that he’s occupied, I feel more confident and study him. Jack isn’t skinny like most of my friends. He isn’t fat either, but he does carry some extra weight. I actually like that on a guy – Christus was always so damn skinny, especially when his drugs habits were at their worst. It felt like cuddling up to a bag of bones.

 

“Don’t you like the pasta? You barely touched it.”

 

Jack’s been watching me in turn then. I pick up my fork and eat some more. “It’s okay…” I’m not that interested in the food – I’m interested in Jack.

 

“Too bad you need to be at home at nine…”

 

“Why, would you have wanted to stay here that long?” I still feel eyes upon me, but I try to ignore them. I’d rather be at home than here!

 

Jack finishes his burger, pushes his plate away from him, and finishes his beer. “Will you be talking to Ville all evening?”

 

“I don’t know yet…” Why is Jack asking me that?

 

“Maybe, after you talked to Ville, you will spend more time with me?”

 

I wonder what’s going on. Rationally, I realize that Jack’s trying to close the distance between us, but I don’t understand why. He’ll go home tomorrow and we won’t see each other for weeks, maybe even months. “Sure, why not?”

 

“Maybe you’d like to hear some melodies I’ve been working on? I’m thinking about doing my own thing and realizing a digital album. I doubt there’ll be another Private Line album, as Sammy and the other guys are doing their own thing, but I want to make music.”

 

I grow curious. “How do you earn your money these days? I doubt you get much royalties…”

 

“I’m back to being a DJ, and when things get really tight, I help out at Tavastia… I get by, but it’s tight at times.”

 

“Hey, as long as your make your money the honest way there’s no reason to be ashamed of it.” At hearing that, Jack nods. I check the time again and find it’s half past eight. It’s time to head home – at least for me. “We should get going. I’ll pay the bill…”

 

“You don’t need to. It’s always on the house when I eat here. I’ve this deal with Lauri…  He gets free drinks at Tavastia and I get free food whenever I’m here.” Jack slides off the couch and gets to his feet. “I ate too much…”

 

I laugh at seeing him sticking out his abdomen. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

 

“Caught!”

 

We ignore the curious looks the fans give us and head for the exit. The waiter waves at us and has a smile on his face. He’s going to make sure that every au pair and groupie knows Jack and I ate here tonight. Jack suddenly stops walking and remains right where he is. “We need to go home,” I remind him.

 

“It’s dark out here…” Jack puts on his glasses, but I have the feeling they don’t help much. “I need a moment to get used to it.”

 

I recall what he told me about being night blind and hook my arm with his. Jack looks up in surprise, but then a smile forms on his face.

 

“Thanks, that helps… It would be embarrassing if I crashed into a lantern or something else made of metal – I can tell you from prior experience that it hurts.”

 

“We don’t want you getting bruised, do we?” I think back to Arttu and remind myself to call Eero before I go to bed.

 

“No, we don’t…”

 

My breath catches when Jack moves closer than necessary. Slowly he frees his arm from mine and wraps it around my waist instead.

 

“Walking is easier like this,” he comments.

 

It is? Since when exactly? I consider moving his arm away from me, but then realize I would overreact if I did. I refuse to curl my arm around him in turn though. Jack notices my silent resistance and removes his arm again. Instead, he reaches for my hand and takes it into his. Great, now I’m totally confused!

 

“You don’t trust easily…” Jack says unexpectedly. “You’re alert all the time.. You’re tense… Why?”

 

“I don’t answer questions like that…” I’m not getting into personal matters again. Discussing them with Jack only confuses me. “Let’s say that past experiences taught me to be cautious.”

 

“Christus did…”

 

I remove my hand from Jack’s hold and increase the distance between us. Why did he have to bring up Christus again?

 

“I’m sorry he hurt you like that… You didn’t deserve that. You’re a good person, Jonne.”

 

It’s the tone which Jack uses when saying it that makes me look at him. People use words they don’t mean all the time, but I have the feeling that Jack isn’t one of them. “Thanks…”

 

“I mean it – you’re a good person – unfortunately you fell in love with the wrong guy…”

 

I don’t comment on that. Jack’s probably right, but I don’t want to open up this wound any further – it already hurts like hell. “Shit happens – we both know that.” Jack has a guilty expression in his eyes and I realize that I’m responsible for putting it there. “Sorry… I know I’m a bitch at times.” In order to make up for my behavior, I wrap an arm around his shoulder. “It still hurts…” I offer as an explanation and it must do.

 

“I know what you mean… but Jonne, maybe the right person will come along and you won’t notice because you’re still hurting…”

 

I bite onto my bottom lip. “Jack… I doubt I’ll ever get completely over Christus… and while a part of me hopes that someone new will come along, another part refuses to even consider it… Am I making any sense?”

 

“You have to heal, Jonne. You need to find a way to heal this hurt…”

 

In my heart I know that Jack’s right – especially after finding out that Christus has moved on and found himself a new girlfriend. Any absurd hopes I might have had about getting back together with a new and improved Christus must be put to rest. But the question is – how do I do that?

 

TBC

 

Part 4

 

“Do you mind me burrowing one of your guitars?”

 

I turn my head toward Jack and find that he’s brought my favorite acoustic guitar with him. “I don’t mind,” I assure him.  “She has a great sound – you’ll enjoy playing it.”

 

“Thanks… Is it okay for me to hog the living room? Or do you want to have your conversation with Ville there?”

 

“We always end up in the kitchen. So feel free to hog the living room.” Jack moves further into the kitchen, looks at the fridge, back to me, and I nod. Is he still hungry? But no, he opens the fridge and removes a beer bottle from it. “Don’t get your hopes up,” I tease him, “It’s alcohol-free beer.”

 

“Fuck…” Jack’s features contort and it seems like he wants to put it back into the fridge, but then he uncaps it and takes it along with him.

 

The whole action made me smile, although I’m not sure why. A moment later, I pick up on the front door opening; it looks like Ville has arrived, and wow, he’s actually being punctual.

 

“Jonne?” Ville pokes his head around the corner and smiles at seeing me seated at the kitchen table. “If you’re here, who’s playing the guitar in the living room?”

 

Ville moves into the kitchen and sits down next to me. I study his eyes and find them clear and curious – he looks happy and that reassures me that things turned out well with his mysterious one-night-stand. Recalling Ville’s question, I reply, “That’s Jack.”

 

“Jack?” Ville frowns. “I only know one Jack – Japa?”

 

“Yeah, it’s him… He drove Antti back home and for some reason, he ended up staying with me. But we’re not here to discuss Jack… How did your conversation go?” I do hope he’ll tell me about his one-night-stand – especially the guy’s name. Even though Eero assured me that the guy in question has good credentials, I want to check them myself.

 

“Better than I thought,” Ville says. He turns shy and merely peeks at me instead of looking me in the eyes. “I’ve had a crush on him for some time, but I didn’t think I stood a chance.”

 

I nod and hope he’ll continue.

 

“It turned out that he likes me back and that he feels the same way – he doesn’t want it to be just a one-night-stand either.”

 

“Ville, are you going to tell me his name? You know what I’m like! I need to know!” I hope he’ll take pity on me.

 

“It’s Pasi…” Ville lowers his gaze and then peeks at me in an uncertain way.

 

“Pasi?” I stare at my younger brother in surprise. “Pasi? Did I get that right?”

 

“Yes, you did… We left together after Uniklubi finished their gig… He was a little drunk – at least I thought so, but it turns out that he was still rather sober.”

 

I need a moment to process this. Ville’s dating Pasi? “But… he’s not your type!”

 

“Maybe my type changed… Jonne, Pasi’s a great guy…”

 

“Of course he is! I like him too, but I’d thought you would want someone younger…someone like Arttu – age and character wise.”

 

“No thanks!” Ville chuckles. “I think I prefer someone older and more mature…Pasi is like that… He doesn’t confuse me… He’s calm and orientated. He knows what he wants out of life… He doesn’t do drugs, has no interest in sleeping around, and… He’s perfect, Jonne.”

 

I’m starting to understand what’s going on. Ville found someone whom he wants to settle down with. My younger brother is ready to be in a steady relationship. The time for wild parties, drinking all night, and smashing windows when drunk is over. In that case, I agree with Eero and Pasi might be a good choice for Ville. “Is that where you’ve been all day? At his place?” I did wonder about Ville disappearing.

 

“I needed to talk to him and Pasi felt the same way,” Ville replies. “We met up at the Dog’s Home, but we wanted privacy and we went to his place. We talked…” Ville’s eyes take on a distant expression. “We realized that we wanted the same thing – a relationship. How funny is that? And do you know what the weird thing is? I have a hard time accepting that he wants to be with *me* all of a people.”

 

I know where Ville’s insecurities stem from and am not surprised to hear this. “Times change, Ville… People change – and so did you. I hope you realize that.”

 

Ville nods. “I’ve changed, you’re right about that, but it’s still hard – believing that people want to be around me…”

 

I take hold of my brother’s hand and hold it. “So what did the two of you decide?” As I had hoped, my question pulls Ville away from his troubled thoughts. He focuses on me and smiles.

 

“We’re going to try… I spent most of the day at his place… We talked, and once we were done, he got out his guitar and we composed music. It was odd: I didn’t feel the need to talk… Just being close to him, making music, and looking at him made me feel content – and I have the feeling that the same goes for him. He seemed happy to have me close.”

 

I nod and move my chair closer to him. “Looks like you have a boyfriend too now.”

 

“Yeah, that’s a weird thought, don’t you think? Me? I reckoned I would be the last out of the four of us to find someone as I’m the most fucked up.”

 

“You’re not fucked up… Just a little confused because things happened so quickly. Ville, you should get to know Pasi better before you…”

 

“Have sex again?” Ville finishes with a lopsided grin on his face. “We realized that too, but in a way, I’m glad it happened. At least, now I know how much he cares for me…”

 

That’s Ville’s way of saying, let’s discuss something else, and I should oblige him, otherwise he will either start to close down or feel shy. “Are you staying for the night or are you heading back to Pasi’s apartment?”

 

“I’m staying… I need to think everything over…” Ville’s gaze suddenly becomes more focused and I wonder what has happened. “It’s your turn now – how did Jack end up here?”

 

I shrug. “It’s a long and complicated story.”

 

“That’s your way of saying – I don’t want to tell you, but that’s okay…” Ville winks at me. “I’m surprised that you’re okay with him staying here – You’re not the kind of guy who invites people over.”

 

“He needed a place to sleep… And now that Antti’s back, his apartment would have been too crowded, so I offered him Eero’s bed and he took it.” Hum, how did Ville get me to open up?

 

“But that was yesterday… Why didn’t he go back home today?”

 

“We fell asleep and didn’t wake until the evening… Apparently he suffers from something called night blindness and has trouble seeing properly in the dark… So I offered him to stay the night…”

 

“Very odd…” Ville squeezes his eyes half shut.

 

“Don’t read too much into it,” I warn Ville, as I don’t want him to probe deeper.

 

“Maybe I am…maybe I’m not…”

 

“Hey, I don’t want to interrupt anything, but can I get another beer? I’m thirsty.”

 

Jack stands in the doorway and looks rather hesitant to enter. I understand that he doesn’t want to intrude, but I reckon Ville and I finished our little talk. “Get your own from the fridge,” I say, inviting him in. Jack’s face lights up with a smile as he heads for the fridge.

 

“Too bad you don’t have any real beer!” He retrieves another one from the fridge, uncaps it, and then turns around. “Hello, Ville! It’s been a while since I last saw you. You changed, by the way… And if you ask me, for the better!” He lifts the bottle and drinks again. “Are you two finished talking?”

 

I arch an eyebrow at Jack and wonder what’s gotten into him. “Yes, we’re done, but…”

 

“That’s great!” Jack interrupts. “Then you can help me with my songs! I’ll fetch another guitar and I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

 

And suddenly, Jack’s gone again. Ville gives me an inquisitive look, but all I do is shrug. “Don’t ask – I don’t know what’s wrong with him. During dinner, he acted odd too.”

 

“Dinner? The two of you had dinner?” Ville looks around. “The kitchen is spotless though.”

 

“We went to the Rooster,” I explain and know this is not the end of yet – Ville will want to know more.

 

“You went out for dinner? Jack actually talked you into doing that? I’m impressed!” Ville leans back, hooks his hands behind his neck, and grins. “How did he do that?”

 

“We made a deal…” As I don’t want to discuss this with my brother, I get to my feet. I’m feeling confused to begin with and trying to explain matters to Ville will only worsen things. “I’d better go before he returns and drags me off into the living room.” I expect Ville to stop me, but he doesn’t – he merely grins his dirtiest smile. I practically flee the kitchen and pause in the corridor. I draw in a deep breath and release it again before stepping into the living room.

 

Jack sits on the floor. His eyes are closed and I wonder if he knows I’m here. I walk over to him, sit down, and listen to the melodies he’s playing. Jack suddenly opens his eyes, smiles, and says, “Do you like the sound of it?”

 

“It’s interesting,” I admit and take hold of the other guitar. “Let’s see what we can do with it.” I had never expected my evening to end like this – sitting on the floor of my living room and composing songs with Jack, but it’s a good way to end the day… Very relaxing, and the best thing about it is Jack’s presence – who’s smiling at me and nodding encouragingly.

 

When was the last time I felt like this? When I fell in love with Christus? That happened years ago and I’m not sure I felt like this back then. This feels different. I feel calm when I look at Jack and not stressed or overly excited like I did with Christus back then.

 

I look up from playing when Ville enters the living room. He brings a mug of coffee with him and the flavor fills up the room. “You shouldn’t drink that – You won’t be able to sleep because of it,” I say in my best ‘big brother’ voice.

 

“I doubt I’ll get much sleep to begin with. There’s too much going on in my mind.”

 

Pasi, without any doubt. I put my guitar aside and realize that Jack has stopped playing too. He gives me a puzzled look, but now that Ville has joined us, I don’t want to continue playing.

 

“I guess this is my cue to say goodnight and go to bed?” Jack says and cocks his head in Ville’s direction.

 

“No, you don’t need to leave because of me!” Ville says surprisingly quickly. “You can stay…”

 

Jack however seems unconvinced. “Hey, I don’t have any problems with leaving. I should get some sleep, otherwise I’ll be too tired to drive home in the morning. I can’t stay, you know, as your brother is kicking me out!”

 

“I never said I would kick you out!” I feel insulted – I merely asked when he was leaving… I didn’t tell him he had to go away!

 

Jack grins and his teeth show. “Does that mean you would put up with me for a few more days?”

 

Huh, what happened just now? I stare at Jack and mentally rewind his question. He wants to stay?

 

“Look at his face, Ville! That’s what I call a shocked expression!”

 

Jack laughs loudly and I feel Ville’s eyes upon me. This is bad. “I’m not shocked – only surprised…” I bite onto my bottom lip and then add, although reluctantly, “You can stay as long as you want – or until Eero wants his bed back.”

 

“It’s nice of you to offer,” Jack says and rests his hand on my knee. “But I do need to go home tomorrow. I’m working this weekend.”

 

I stare at his hand – what the hell is it doing there? Jack squeezes my knee and then removes it: and I can breathe again.

 

“What kind of work do you do?” Ville asks, obviously interested in hearing more about it.

 

“I work at Tavastia during the weekend… Helping out and bartending… Long nights, but I make good money doing it,” Jack explains. He gets up from the floor, walks over to the couch, and sits down next to Ville. “Private Line is dead and I don’t think I can resuscitate the band so I need to earn money in a different way.”

 

Suddenly I feel rather lonely, sitting on the floor by myself, so I slide onto a recliner which stands opposite the couch. My phone starts to vibrate and I quickly uncover it. “It’s Eero,” I tell Ville at feeling his eyes upon me. “Antti’s behaving, Arttu’s asleep, and he’s trying his best to study.” Damn, I wanted to call Eero this evening and I forgot all about it!

 

“So let me get this straight… Eero is your youngest brother and he’s dating Arttu? That’s what Antti told me,” Jack says.

 

“That’s right,” I reply. “We didn’t find out until a year ago…”

 

“Okay, let’s move on… How about you, Ville? Do you have a lover?”

 

I blink: why is Jack asking Ville that?

 

Ville slowly nods… “Since this morning actually.”

 

“Wow…” Jack grins. “Do I know the guy?”

 

“It’s Pasi…”

 

Jack whistles and nods: it looks like the answer pleases him. “Fine guitar player, even better human being – great choice…” Jack’s grin deepens. “And how about Tommi? Still single? Who would want him? He’s grumpy all the time!”

 

“Actually,” Ville says, “Tommi hooked up with Juha, who’s from Oulu… Tommi’s off the market as well.”

 

I know that Jack is up to something – why else would he follow that particular line of questioning? He’s after some sort of information!

 

“That only leaves you, Jonne…or are you in a relationship too?”

 

The smile Jack gives me is the sweetest I have ever seen, but at the same time, it’s also deceiving. He’s setting me up all right. “And why would you want to know that?” Ville suddenly pokes me in the side and rather harshly at that. “What?” I lash out at him.

 

“Play nice. Jack’s our guest!”

 

Fuck, I know that expression in Ville’s eyes. Ville’s going to back up Jack, but  why?

 

“Jonne’s available – the only Liimatainen left whom you could date,” Ville remarks, and at hearing that, I push my elbow into his side, even harder than he did to me. Ville’s expression changes and he hisses, “Watch it!”

 

“Why did you tell him that? That’s private,” I hiss back.

 

“Oh, excuse me! Since when is it a secret that you’re single? Fuck it, Jonne!”

 

“Hey, guys…don’t fight… I was only being curious…”

 

It’s too late however. I’m pissed off because Ville told him that and I ignore him. “Ville, maybe you should go to bed…”

 

“No, I will turn in instead,” Jack announces and rises from the couch. “Don’t fight, guys,” he says and then turns around and leaves the room.

 

Now that Jack’s gone, I glare at Ville. “Why did you have to say that? You…”

 

“Jonne, what’s gotten into you?” Ville interrupts me and looks truly stunned. “It’s no secret that you’re single! This isn’t like you! Why wouldn’t you want Jack to know that you’re available?” Suddenly his eyes grow big and I realize that he figured it out. “You’re fucking interested in him!”

 

My first reaction is to deny his claim, but I quickly realize that it won’t get me anywhere.”I don’t want you to spell it out to him… I don’t want him to know, okay?” Ville grows quiet and studies me. I wish I knew what my brother is thinking. “Jack is one of Christus’ best friends, so we’re not going there, understood?”

 

“Wow, I never knew Jack was your type…”

 

A part of me wants to confide in Ville so I can finally talk about the attraction. “He’s sexy… His voice’s sexy and he’s got the most exquisite hands I’ve ever seen…”

 

“You’re in love…” Ville says rather thoughtfully. “How does Jack feel about you? Any idea?”

 

“Ville, we’re not going there… Jack is heading back home tomorrow and he has no idea that I like him in that way – we’re going to keep it that way, okay?” I hope Ville realizes I’m serious. “Jack can’t know about this.”

 

“Why?” Ville shifts on the couch and moves closer. “Just because he’s friends with Christus? Jonne, they’re friends, yes, but they’re not…lovers, brothers, or whatever! You don’t need to deny yourself just because they’re friends! What if Jack’s interested in you too? Ever considered that?”

 

“Actually, I did,” I admit. “But even if he were, I’m not going to…”

 

“Jonne, hold on… You think the attraction is mutual? And you’re not acting on it?”

 

Ville’s frustration level is growing and I cringe. “Ville, it wouldn’t work out. Jack has been driving me crazy since he got here – we don’t get along.”

 

“Maybe it’s because you’re being defensive all the time! I noticed the bad vibes you’re giving off. You’re keeping him at a distance on purpose!”

 

I don’t know how to reply to that – Ville’s probably right, but I can’t let Jack get close to me. “It’s best this way – safer.”

 

“For you? Jonne, I took a chance with Pasi! It wasn’t the smartest thing I ever did, sleeping with him that night, but at least I took action!”

 

I keep my mouth tightly shut. I’m not going to respond to that – Ville can’t be seriously suggesting that I should sleep with Jack! “Ville, I’m tired… I’m going to bed.”

 

“You’re running away! That’s what you’re doing!” Ville sounds and looks angry. “How much longer are you going to tell yourself that you can’t love again? Do you like being in pain? Let Christus go, damn it! It’s over and done with!”

 

Every word Ville says is true, but I can’t admit it. Instead, I rise from the couch and walk toward the doorway. “Subject closed.”

 

“Coward,” Ville says in a bitter tone. “You’re always eager to kick my ass when I’m running away from something, but now that you’re running away you take the easy way out.”

 

I step into the corridor while Ville’s words echo behind me. He’s right – I *am* running away and taking the easy way out, but what other options do I have? I might have been inclined to act upon my feelings if it had been anyone else except for Jack, but he’s too close to Christus – and what if he doesn’t like me in turn?

 

I rub my temples and head for the bathroom. I’m developing a headache and, as I want to sleep, my only option seems to swallow some painkillers. I close the bathroom door behind me, get out the aspirin, and swallow two of them. As I do, I catch my reflection in the mirror. I should remove my makeup, or I will end up making a mess of my bed too. While I remove it, I calm down and look at myself – my eyes in particular. They used to glow when I was in love with Christus, but that glow faded once I found out his true nature. I got hurt so badly and now Ville wants me to try again? What if Jack will hurt me like Christus did?

 

I wash my face, dry it, and continue to stare at my reflection. Is it just my imagination or do I actually see a glow in my eyes? No, I must be imagining it.

 

I turn around, leave the bathroom, and head for bed. Maybe everything will be better in the morning – although I don’t really believe that. Things don’t change overnight – problems don’t get solved like that.

 

I step into my bedroom, remove my clothes, and slip into an oversized T-shirt. Normally I wouldn’t wear it, but I don’t want to get caught naked by Jack. I sit down on the bed and mentally review my conversation with Ville. He was  honest just now, and although he’s right about most things, I don’t have the courage to actually face my fears.

 

“Jonne? Are you still awake?”

 

I look up in surprise and stare at the door, which I thankfully closed behind me. “What do you want, Jack?”

 

“I wanted to say goodnight…”

 

I feel stupid talking to Jack through closed doors, but do I really want to face him right now?

 

“I hope Ville and you stopped fighting…”

 

I sigh; it seems Jack isn’t going away before I talked to him. I walk over to the door, open it, but keep it ajar. “It’s okay, Jack… We fight sometimes… We also make up afterwards…” Jack looks kind of lost, standing there in one of Eero’s T-shirts, which is too big for him. “That doesn’t suit you,” I remark and smile at him.

 

“Well, my clothes are starting to reek, so…” Jack doesn’t finish the sentence, instead he smiles at me. “Thanks for taking me in… I want you to know that I appreciate it.”

 

“Don’t mention it… It’s okay…” Damn, why can’t I stop staring at him? Jack must notice my interest! “Sweet dreams,” I say eventually – I need to put a stop to this or else I’ll lean in closer to kiss him. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

“Sleep tight, Jonne…”

 

Jack gives me a charming smile before he turns around and heads for Eero’s bedroom. I continue to stare at him until he closes the door behind him and then I close mine too. I lean against it, close my eyes, and draw in a series of deep breaths. Damn, I really need Jack to go back to Helsinki, because if he stays any longer,  I might not let him leave at all!

 

TBC

 

Part 5

 

I can’t sleep during the night: I toss and turn and end up more tired than when I went to bed. At four in the morning, I give up, kick the comforter out of the way, and leave the bed. I drag myself into the kitchen and switch on the lights. I do hope my actions won’t wake Jack or Ville.

 

I get the milk from the fridge, pour some into a mug, and put it into the microwave to heat it. It ‘pings’ and I remove it. After adding honey to it, I sit down at the kitchen table and stare into the white liquid. I stir and lick some milk from the spoon. I wished I could finally go to sleep, but for some reason I remain appallingly awake.

 

Being honest with myself, I must admit that Jack is the reason for my insomnia. Ville is right – I’m in love with him, but no way ready to admit it to myself – let alone act upon it. I finish my milk, put the mug in the sink, and go back to bed. I lie down, pull up the comforter to my chin, and close my eyes, imagining how it would be if I weren’t alone in bed – how it would feel if Jack was lying next to me. But those are dangerous thoughts and I shouldn’t have them.

 

I turn onto my side and hug the spare pillow, imagining it to be Jack. It doesn’t work though. Damn Ville for bringing everything to the surface!

 

~~~

 

I get up at seven in the morning. I did doze a bit after I’d had that milk, but real sleep never came. So I give up, move into the bathroom, and take a long shower. It’s Wednesday today, and if I’m not mistaken I have some appointments this afternoon – two interviews and one photo shoot, for which I’m glad. They’ll distract me from my thoughts.

 

I slip into the clothes I’ve brought along, blow dry my hair, and don’t bother applying makeup for now. I’ll add it later. Now that I’m ready to face the day, I head for the kitchen. The first thing I do is switch on the coffee maker. I then pour orange juice into a glass and take it with me to the kitchen table. I get out my laptop, fire it up, and check the latest news. Nothing eventful has happened though and I resort to playing patience instead. I have the feeling that today will be a lost day.

 

“Up already?”

 

I’m surprised to see Jack enter the kitchen. I nod at hearing his question and look at him. His hair is a complete mess, but there are no makeup smears on his face this time. Looks like he remembered to remove it before he went to sleep. “Coffee should be ready in a few minutes.”

 

Jack sits down opposite me, stretches his arms, and gives me a pleased look. “Best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

 

Instantly I grow grumpy. “At least someone slept then.” Jack cocks his head and studies me. I refuse to take the bait and continue my solitaire game.

 

“I take it you didn’t sleep well?” Jack asks.

 

“I couldn’t fall asleep. I made hot milk, but it didn’t help.”

 

“Ah, so I did hear you moving about last night!” Jack moves his chair closer to mine. “You look rumpled, if I may say so.”

 

I should feel insulted, I guess, but I don’t – I can’t be angry with him for stating the truth. “A little makeup later will do wonders.”

 

Jack gets to his feet, pours coffee into two mugs, and carries them over to the table where he puts them down. “Maybe that will help?” he says, pointing at the coffee.

 

“Thanks…” I curl my fingers around the mug and sip carefully as it’s still hot. “When are you leaving?” I ask, looking at Jack from over the rim of my mug.

 

Jack looks at the clock on the wall and thinks it over. “At nine, if that’s okay with you…or if you want me to leave now, I’ll go.”

 

“No, that’s okay…” So he will be around for a few more hours. “You should continue to work on your songs – I liked the melodies I heard last night.”

 

“Thanks!” Jack smiles radiantly. “I’m glad you like them! Maybe we could do a duet, if you’d like that?”

 

“You sing?” I didn’t know that.

 

“I used to sing in the past,” Jack clarifies. “I only do some backing vocals for Private Line as my voice doesn’t fit the songs, but yes, I sing…” Jack eyes my laptop all of a sudden. “May I?”

 

“Sure.” I move it over him and those sexy fingers of his move across the keyboard, accessing Youtube and searching for songs there. “What are you looking for?”

 

“When I started out, I had my own band, called Palmcut. I wrote the songs, played the guitar, and sang… My voice has changed a little bit since then, but it’ll give you an idea.”

 

Looking at the screen, I see he found a song called Ambitious Me by Palmcut. It starts and I’m rather surprised to hear him sing – his voice is deep and sultry and I quiver at hearing it – I like it. “Too bad there is no life footage.”

 

“Trust me, you don’t want to find out how I looked back then,” Jack says and grins. “I was so fucking young! I still look too young for my age.”

 

Jack continues to smile in a thoughtful way and the expression makes him even more attractive. I quickly look away from him and back to the screen. “Our voices are quite different though – do you think it would work?”

 

Jack looks up from the screen and appears pensive. Then he nods and says, “I’m sure we will find a way to make it work.”

 

Why do I get the feeling that he isn’t talking about a duet anymore? I cough, quickly sip from my coffee, and try to think of a way to steer the conversation into a different direction. The video comes to an end and Jack moves the laptop back to me.

 

“Just think about it,” he says. “You’ve got my phone number, so you can call me if you feel like talking.”

 

Again, I feel like we’re talking about something else – not music. A silence settles onto the kitchen, and I peek at him, wondering what to say that won’t come across as ambiguous.

 

“Why are you awake already?” Ville appears in the doorway. He looks disgruntled and his eyes are still half closet. His fingers move through his hair and then settle for rubbing his face. “I’m still fucking tired.”

 

“Then go back to bed,” I suggest. “Just because Jack and I are awake already, you don’t need to get up.”

 

“I can’t sleep when you’re talking and listening to music.” Ville collapses onto a chair, rests his elbows on the kitchen table, and supports his head by resting his chin on his hands. “At least get me some coffee so I can wake up properly.”

 

I doubt the noise is the reason for Ville not going back to bed: he’s curious and wants to know what Jack and I are discussing. I pour him his coffee and move the sugar and milk toward him as well. Ville puts three spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee and then some milk. He sips from it and his features soften.

“I would be lost without sugar – it’s my new drug!”

 

Jack grins and shakes his head. “I thought Pasi would be your new drug.”

 

Ville grows flustered. “That’s not nice… It’s still fucking early!”

 

“Are you going to see him today?” I ask curiously.

 

Ville pries his eyes completely open and apparently needs to think about that. “I’m supposed to be at his place in an hour…Uniklubi’s playing at Tavastia tonight and he asked me to tag along.”

 

“You’re going to Helsinki?” I didn’t know that.

 

“Yeah…” Ville draws in a deep breath and rubs his brow. “Pasi mentioned staying at a hotel overnight… So don’t expect me back today.”

 

All of a sudden, I sense Jack’s eyes on me. I turn my head, look at him, and the sudden gleam to his eyes worries me. What did he come up with this time?

 

“I’m not working tonight and have access to Tavasti at all times…” Jack says and grins at me. “I haven’t seen the guys play in a long time! I think I’ll watch them!”

 

I blink at him: I have a feeling I know where he wants to take this, but it’s not going to happen. “Good for you! I hope you enjoy the show!”

 

“Why don’t you come along to the gig?” Jack suggests.

 

Which was his main objective all along. I shake my head and feel relieved that I have valid reasons for declining the invitation. “I can’t. I have interviews today and a photo shoot.”

 

“At what time?” Ville says, butting in.

 

I glare at my brother to let him know that he shouldn’t get involved, but he chooses to ignore it. “I don’t know exactly…” I pick up my mobile phone and check the time. “At three PM…”

 

“That will take an hour max,” Ville says enthusiastically. “You can get to Helsinki in two hours… You can easily make it to the show!”

 

I really need to talk to Ville about his tendency to team up with Jack and against me. I’m his brother, damn it! He’s supposed to support me and not Jack! “You know what those shoots are like… They can easily take up to three hours…”

 

“Even then you’d be able to make it,” Jack says in an oddly pensive voice. “I’d like your company tonight… I really would…”

 

The way Jack says it makes my heart miss a beat. Damn it, why must I have a crush on this guy? “Things will get tight… And I don’t want to rush.”

 

“You can spend the night at my place,” Jack says. “I don’t have a guestroom, but you can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch – that’s no problem.”

 

“No, I can’t rob you of your bed!” Hopefully Jack will accept my excuse, but I doubt it.

 

“The couch is really comfortable,” Jack continues, ignoring my protest. “I fall asleep there all the time.”

 

I’m about to decline again when Ville kicks my leg – my shin to be exact, and it hurts! I don’t want Jack to know though and keep a straight face. “I’d rather not intrude.”

 

“You’re not intruding! I’m inviting you! Come on, Jonne, it would be fun! I’ll get us backstage!”

 

It’s obvious that Jack won’t take a no for an answer and neither will Ville. I’m not done with my dear little brother yet though – I will get even with him later. Maybe it’s best to play along for now. I’ll then call Jack in the afternoon and tell him that I can’t make it after all. Yes, I like that plan. Jack and Ville will be in Helsinki at that time and can’t bully me into joining them. “All right then…” Both Ville and Jack smile at me, but they don’t know about my sneaky plan yet, so I simply smile back at them.

 

“Is it okay if I shower first?” Ville asks. “I need to get ready and don’t have much time left.”

 

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll keep Jonne company in the meantime,” Jack announces.

 

Bah, he looks so damn smug saying it! Remember the plan, I remind myself. Remember the plan – wait until they have left and then call Jack, telling him you can’t make it. Let’s see who’s laughing then!

 

~~~

 

Jack’s stalling; he won’t admit it, but he is. It’s ten o’clock and he has been announcing he’s leaving for thirty minutes now. Dressed in his coat, wearing a thick scarf and a beanie, he’s ready to walk out of my life and I have mixed feelings about that. A part of me wants Jack to leave right now, another wants him to stay.

 

“Give me a call when you’re at the train station,” Jack says, “I’ll pick you up and then we can either head for Tavastia right away or to my place first.”

 

“I will,” I tell him, though I don’t plan on heading to Helsinki to begin with. “Have a good trip home!” We’re standing opposite each other and I wonder about the strange tension that has come over me. Jack’s expression tells me that he doesn’t feel at ease either. “I’ll see you tonight then.” Not!

 

Jack takes a step toward the doorway, but then he turns around, and walks toward me instead. Surprised, I hold my breath for his arms are closing around me and he hugs me tight.

 

“Thanks for everything… I’ll make up for it tonight… I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

 

Jack’s words take me aback and I force myself to relax in the embrace. It’s unexpected, but in a strange way, welcome. “It’s okay, Jack…” Jack lets go, steps away from me, and gives me a smile. Suddenly I feel bad for having a hidden agenda; Jack thinks I will join him this evening, while in reality I’ll lie to him so I can stay at home. Does that make me a bad person? I *do* feel guilty…

 

“See you this evening, Jonne! Take care and bye!”

 

And then he’s finally walking away from me. He descends the stairs and disappears from view. Momentarily, I feel deserted and my first impulse is to go after him, but I stop myself just in time. This is what I want – I want Jack gone and out of my life. I accomplished that and now I have to live with it.

 

~~~

 

It’s only four in the afternoon when they wrap up the photo shoot. Everything went smoothly and we finished earlier than expected.

 

“You’re done for today!” Tommi announces as he walks over to me. As my manager – and brother of course – he kept an eye on me during the interviews and photo shoot. “Everything went just fine!”

 

“Yeah, it did…” I don’t feel happy though. I have to call Jack to let him know that I’m not attending the gig and I feel nervous about that. Maybe I should send a message instead. Yes, that is! That way I don’t need to talk to him!

 

“By the way, Ville called to ask if you could pack him some spare clothes. He said something about being in a hurry this morning and forgetting packing his overnight bag.” Tommi eyes me. “So you’re heading for Helsinki too?”

 

Caught! Damn it, I feel caught. If I cancel the trip now, I have to tell Tommi and even worse, I have to call Ville as well. Ville will give me hell and probably talk a friend – or even Tommi – into dragging me to Helsinki. My perfect plan doesn’t appear perfect anymore. “I’m not sure I’m going – I feel a headache coming on.” Maybe I can still talk my way out of it! Tommi places his right hand on my shoulder and maneuvers me into a corner. I don’t like it, but don’t want to create a fuss over it. “Tommi, I don’t feel well.”

 

“I don’t believe you… You were fine a moment ago. Why don’t you want to go to Helsinki?”

 

My thoughts race as I try to come up with a reason that would be acceptable to Tommi – and then, I know what to say. “Christus lives there and I don’t want to run into him.” That should work!

 

“I thought the two of you had talked?” Tommi appears confused. “I only took on ‘The Salvation’ because you asked me to. Did something happen between the two of you? Didn’t you part as friends?”

 

Oh yes, of course… I told Tommi about my talk with Christus and about us burying the hatchet. “It still hurts to see him,” I say rather slyly.

 

“You can’t hide for the rest of your life, Jonne. Pack your bags and get going.”

 

I can’t believe my tactic didn’t work! Normally Tommi would get protective of me and back me up. Why isn’t he doing that this time?

 

“Ville said that you might want to get out of it. Looks like he was right.”

 

Ah, so Ville put Tommi up to it! I need a new plan, for I’m definitely not going to Helsinki! Maybe I can invent a train crash – but no, that would be a feature on the news and Tommi can check on that! Growing frustrated, I realize they cornered me – they got me right where they want me. I have no way out! Tommi squeezes my shoulder and the touch makes me look at him.

 

“I know that Jack can be just as annoying as Antti and you don’t need to stay at his place for the night. Get a hotel room if necessary, but go out, Jonne. You need to live your life instead of locking yourself up at home. I understand that you’re still hurting because of Christus, but don’t let him have such power over you.”

 

Ville must have told Tommi about our conversation that morning – how else can Tommi possibly know all that? “Tommi, Christus and I talked, yes, and we made our peace, but that doesn’t mean I’m over him.”

 

“Then get over him! Fuck Jack for all I care, but Jonne, get a life!”

 

I blush and stare at Tommi in shock. Did he really say that? “You can’t be serious!”

 

“Jonne, I *am* serious! Get yourself a love life! Ever since I met Juha I realized how important it is to have someone special in your life!”

 

Fuck Jack – did Tommi really have to say it? Now I can’t get the picture out of my head of taking Jack and bringing him to orgasm!

 

“You need to acknowledge your needs to yourself. I’m not saying it has to be Jack, but find someone you can build a relationship with. Forget Christus. He’s in a new relationship anyway.”

 

Tommi’s kicking my ass, and most of the time, I’m grateful when he does, but not in this case – he’s much too close to the truth.

 

“Jonne, you’re going home. You *will* pack Ville’s overnight bag and one for yourself. If necessary, I will drive you to the train station and put you onto the next train to Helsinki myself. Now you can have me watching your every move, or regain your senses and get moving yourself.”

 

I know when I lost the battle and I surrender. I’m not taking on a pissed-off Tommi for that’s one fight I’d certainly lose. Looks like I’m going to Helsinki after all, but Tommi mentioned me getting a hotel room, so I could do that and limit the time I will spend with Jack. “You win,” I tell him eventually. “But I don’t like you very much at the moment.”

 

“I’ll survive. Now, move!”

 

I refuse to look at him. I turn around and march out of the studio. I spoke the truth – I really don’t like Tommi right now. I don’t hate him for making me do this, but it comes close.

 

~~~

 

One hour later I make my way through the train to Helsinki and find my seat after a few minutes of searching for it. Apparently I’m stuck sitting next to an elderly lady – with gray hair, old-fashioned black glasses and an outfit in the same color. I put my bags in the overhead compartment and then say hello to her. When she looks at me, I catch tears swimming in her eyes. Great, why is this happening to me? If the train wasn’t that crowded, I would find myself a different seat. She says hello too and I sit down. I uncover the book I’m reading and wished I had taken my music along in case she starts talking.

 

Fortunately for me she turns out not to be very talkative and remains silent for the next thirty minutes. I continue reading, but get distracted when she rummages about in her handbag. I steal a look at the content and see her removing a little booklet filled with pictures. She flips them and I can’t help being curious – I try to look along.

 

Suddenly she raises her hand to wipe at her face and I realize she’s crying. She rummages in her handbag again, but gives up when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for. I guess she’s looking for a handkerchief and doesn’t have some. I however do and find the little package I keep in my pocket. I offer it to her and she smiles at me – but it’s a sad smile.

 

“Thank you… That’s very kind of you…”She removes a paper handkerchief from the package and wants to hand back the rest, but I raise my hand, indicating she can keep it. “I forgot to pack them… I’m so forgetful,” she apologizes and then looks at the pictures again.

 

The picture shows her, much younger though, and a man, who holds her in his arms. She must have been about twenty back then, now she strikes me as sixty, maybe even seventy.

 

“My husband died six months ago,” she says and her tears reappear. “He hailed from Helsinki and wanted to be buried there. Now I’m traveling there to visit his grave.”

 

I feel ill at ease, listening to her. She’s telling me personal information and I don’t know how to react to it. She reminds me of my grandmother though, and I can’t turn the other way and pretend she isn’t sitting next to me. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I offer eventually. “How long were you married?”

 

“We married when I turned twenty-two,” she says and smiles. “I’m seventy-three years old now… he died after we celebrated our fiftieth wedding anniversary.”

 

“That’s a long time,” I offer consolingly.

 

“But it was a happy time, young man. The best of my life…” She looks at me and wipes away her tears. “When we met, I was miserable because another man had rejected me. I was determined not to fall in love again, but then Tuomas appeared in my life. I didn’t realize it that day, but he was going to change my world.” She grows quiet again and appears lost in her memories. “He had to fight to get me to notice him, but he was persistent, and in the end, I understood that he was the one for me.” Now, she’s starting to smile and caresses the photo with her fingertips. “Those were the best years of my life.”

 

I avert my gaze and stare ahead. Her story rather resembles mine. Christus broke my heart and I’m determined not to make the same mistake twice: and so I rejected Jack, who seemed genuinely interested in me.

 

“When love comes along,” she resumes after a moment, “Then don’t turn your back on it. It might not come looking for you again.”

 

I feel her eyes upon me and force myself to look at her. Ignoring her wouldn’t be polite. So I turn my head toward her and nod. The expression in her eyes tells me that she’s serious. It’s odd that I would run into her out of all the people riding this train, but maybe it happened for a reason. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.

 

TBC

 

Part 6

 

We’re still half an hour away from Helsinki when my phone beeps, telling me that I’ve received a message. Expecting it to be from Ville, I uncover my phone and access the message.

 

*I didn’t hear from you yet, so I’m wondering if everything’s fine. When will you arrive? I’d like to pick you up from the train station – Jack.*

 

I should have known that Jack would contact me. I look at the words for some time and force myself to examine my feelings. Surprised, I realize that I’m excited about meeting him. I hadn’t expected that. I need to reply and go to a blank screen. Now, what do I write?

 

*I’m on the train to Helsinki and should arrive in twenty-five minutes.* That’s it. I don’t add anything more, simply because I don’t know what to say. The realization that I should give Jack a chance still stuns me. I send the message, lean back, and peek at my neighbor. She’s dozing and I should probably wake her when we arrive at Helsinki.

 

It doesn’t take Jack long to get back at me. A minute later, there’s another message waiting for me.

 

*That’s great! I’ll wait for you on the track you’ll arrive at… Look out for me! I’ll see you soon then!*

 

Unwillingly, I smile after reading the message. He sounds as excited as I feel.

 

“You look very happy, if I may say so.”

 

Ah, the lady’s awake again and looks at me. I nod, as I can’t hide my feelings anyway. “I’m visiting a friend… Who might become a very good friend.” Her smile deepens and I have the feeling she knows what I’m talking about. I should elaborate: for some reason I feel like I can trust her – and I won’t see her again after leaving the train, so it’s safe to confide in her. “A year ago, my boyfriend and I separated… We didn’t part on good terms and I still hurt because of it… Lately though, someone new appeared in my life and he seems interested in me… I pretended I wasn’t interested, when in truth, I really like him… And now I’m visiting him.”

 

She nods and frowns deeply – making even more lines appear on her already wrinkled brow. “If he likes you, and you like him, you should give him a chance.”

 

“I realized the same thing after we talked earlier. I gave him a hard time until now – I fought him every step of the way… Maybe I should stop doing that and befriend him instead.”

 

“That sounds like good plan,” she replies. “You look like a very nice young man and I hope you’ll find the love you’re looking for.”

 

“Thanks.” Her words cause me to blush. She’s right: I should give Jack his chance… I merely hope I’m not making another huge mistake, as I don’t want my heart broken a second time.

 

~~~

 

I help the lady off the train and she gives me a parting smile. Then she heads for the main hall of the station and I’m standing there on my own. Jack said to look out for him, but there are lots of people walking about. How am I supposed to find him?

 

“Jonne! I’m over here!”

 

Jack’s voice comes from behind me, so I turn around and instantly see his arms, which he waves wildly. There *are* drawbacks to being small – as I have learned myself, but he found a way to deal with them. “Jack!” I call out his name, catch the sight of his black hat, and suddenly, his body presses against mine. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. I drop the two bags I’m carrying onto the ground and cock my head. Jack appears rather excited about seeing me and he’s all smiles.

 

“It’s good to see you! To be honest, I was starting to wonder if you’d keep your promise. I was waiting for you to write me, stating you wouldn’t come.”

 

I lower my gaze at hearing that. Do I tell him the truth? Or feed him a white lie? Reminding myself that I want Jack to have his chance, I say, “I considered staying in Tampere, yes, but then Tommi convinced me to go. So here I am.” I don’t want to elaborate on what happened between Tommi and me because I feel bad about it – I acted like a spoiled child.

 

“Well, the most important thing is that you’re here. Do you want to head for Tavastia right away?”

 

Jack picks up one of my bags and waits for my answer. “It’s only seven… A bit early to show up at Tavastia, don’t you think?” I must admit that a part of me is curious about Jack’s home. What does it look like?

 

“Okay, let’s head for my place first… We can take Ville’s bag with us when we head for the venue. He’s too busy staring at Pasi to notice that you didn’t turn up yet. Oh, I attended their sound check – Your brother has got it bad!” he says and leads me towards the exit. “This way,” he adds and I follow his lead. Helsinki’s central station always confuses me with its four exits and I’m happy to follow Jack about.

 

“I parked my car over there!”

 

I follow the direction Jack’s pointing in and see a large number of cars. I have no idea which one is his.

 

“I should warn you about my place, I guess… It doesn’t compare to your apartment… It’s tiny, but I keep it clean and tidy…”

 

“Don’t worry about it… I don’t care about luxury.” I don’t – I rather have a tiny, but comfortable apartment than a luxurious loft with no life to it. Jack seems relieved to hear it and steers toward a black Volvo – not a very new car, but it looks dependable.

 

Jack opens the car doors, puts the two bags onto the back seat, and gestures me to sit down on the passenger’s seat. “You’d better buckle up – Helsinki traffic is hell,” he warns me. I take his warning to hart and fasten the seatbelt, just like Jack does after sitting down. “I live close to the center: it’s only a five minute drive if we don’t get caught up in an accident.” Jack starts the car and steers it toward the road. “I was thinking about walking to Tavastia later… It’ll be dark and I don’t trust myself driving.”

 

“That’s okay with me. I don’t mind walking.” Not after all the enforced sitting I did on the train ride. Jack suddenly needs to brake because the car in front of us spins and he blows his horn as well.

 

“I hate driving in Helsinki… It gets to me…”

 

Fortunately for the both of us, he quickly turns into a street with less traffic. I wonder why he bothered to drive when we could have easily walked the distance, but then again, maybe he assumed I had lots of baggage with me.

 

“That’s it… That’s where I live – on the second floor.”

 

Jack points out a brick building to me. “It looks old,” is my first impression. It has some really nice decoration though and there’s a small court yard with a statue in front of it. Actually, it looks nice.

 

“I’m glad you like it!” Jack opens the car port door with a remote and drives inside. He parks the car, shuts down the engine, and smiles at me. “Home sweet home,” he says and unbuckles. I follow his example once more and leave the car as well. Jack gets the bags and walks me over to the elevator. “Can you press the button for me?”

 

I press it and the elevator doors open. I press the button that should take us to the second floor and study Jack, hoping he won’t notice it. He looks up though and smiles at me. It’s his eyes though that smile the most. The doors open again and Jack walks up front, exiting it.

 

“This way!” Jack walks up to the third door on the right and puts down the bags. He uncovers his key and opens the door. “Just feel at home as long as you’re here.”

 

I look down the corridor; it’s clean and looked after. There are even some plants in the windowsills. Jack steps aside so I can enter, and as I don’t want to disappoint him, I step inside. The hallway is tiny, but the walls, painted in a soft yellow make me feel welcome. Jack closes the door behind me and points toward the right. I start to walk and enter the living room. It has white walls, a black couch, and there’s a recliner, black as well. On the wall, I count seven guitars and they look well taken care of. There are even some plants, and I’m not talking about cactuses, like Antti has, but real plants, luscious and green. “I like it…” I tell him as I turn around. It’s like he said – small but comfortable.

 

“The kitchen is back there,” he says and points to the left. “The bathroom is right next to it. I’ll show you the bedroom – the bed’s yours.” I want to protest and tell him that I can check into a hotel – although that sounds no longer appalling – or sleep on the couch, but Jack resolutely shakes his head. “You’re the guest – you get the bed.”

 

His expression tells me that protesting is useless, so I accept the situation for now. Jack walks in front of me and opens another door. Looking inside, I realize it’s the bedroom. The soft-yellow walls are the same color as the ones I saw in the hallway and add a warm touch to the room. The bed frame is made of wood and the bed linen on it is a dark yellow. Everything looks tidy and I suspect he cleaned up before I got here. “Everything looks rather normal,” I say in a teasing tone. “Not the type of apartment I would associate with a rock star.”

 

Jack’s eyes start to shine at hearing my teasing praise. “It sounds like you approve of it.”

 

“It’s nice, Jack – no need to worry.” Jack nods and puts my bags onto the bed.

 

“Why don’t you freshen up? I’ll make something to eat in the mean time. We have a long night ahead of us and need food in our stomachs! Is pizza okay?”

 

I seldom have pizza, but it fits the situation. “I’d love pizza.”

 

“Great! I’ll take care of it… Bathroom is over there.”

 

The way Jack’s trying to take care of me is cute – he’s doing his utmost to ensure that I feel welcome and at home. Suddenly, it strikes me that we’re getting along. I’m not bitching and Jack’s awfully nice towards me. Does he wonder why I’m behaving all of a sudden? Jack gives me an expectant look, and so I pick up my bag, and head for the bathroom – to freshen up, as he called it.

 

~~~

 

The bathroom is spotless and white all the way. The only colorful items are the plants that sit on the windowsill and the green towels next to the sink. Very practical and functional – and certainly not the way I had expected Jack’s place to look like. Maybe I should stop associating Jack with Christus. Just because Christus’ home was a mess, Jack’s doesn’t have to look like that. Yes, the two of them are friends – but that’s about it.

 

I head for the kitchen and poke my head inside. Jack’s putting two pizzas in the oven and hums a melody. Bending down like that, I have a great view of his ass, which looks nice and firm in those leather pants. I cough softly in order to let him know that I’m in the kitchen. Jack turns toward me and gestures toward the kitchen table.

 

“Sit down! What do you want to drink?”

 

I sit down, but don’t answer straight away – caught up in staring at the strange table top. It’s made from glass and Jack put all kinds of flyers, posters and concert tickets beneath it. I like it and examine the exposed pieces carefully. He even has tickets to the shows Private Line played in Germany. “This looks awesome.”

 

Jack nods. “I like it a lot myself… I saw a table like that at an art gallery, but it was rather expensive, so I bought a cheap table made of glass and constructed the rest myself. I still have some space left in that corner,” he says and points at the top right corner.

 

I really like the idea and wonder if I can do something similar at home. I would need to buy a new kitchen table, but the idea of filling it up with pictures of my brothers and friends makes me eager to look for one once I get home again. “It’s brilliant.” Looking up at Jack, I see he’s blushing. “Really!”

 

Jack smiles shyly. “It’s not that difficult to construct. I can show you how it’s done, if you want that.”

 

“I’d love that!”

 

Jack’s smile broadens. “And now tell me what you want to drink…”

 

“Diet coke would be great…” A photograph in the bottom left corner distracts me though – it shows Jack and Christus. They’re both laughing and fooling around with their guitars.

“That’s an oldie,” Jack says as he puts my drink in front of me. “I guess it’s about ten years old… You can tell by Christus’ hair style.”

 

Yes… Christus and I had been still together when that picture had been taken. We had been lovers at the time, and I for my part, had been happy. “He looks so young in that picture…” Back then, Christus hadn’t been into drugs yet. Back then, he had stuck to alcohol, and although that’s a drug too, things hadn’t been too bad. He’d still had sober days.

 

“That’s in the past,” Jack says thoughtfully as he sips from his beer. “And we’re not going to talk about Christus.”

 

I look up at him in surprise and then recall the things I told him when he had visited me, namely that I didn’t want to discuss Christus – Jack remembered that. “What are we going to talk about then?”

 

“Our music! I didn’t have any time to play the songs again, but I was hoping that maybe we could work on them before you have to go home.”

 

The innocent smile he gives me is anything but innocent. “Is that your way of asking me how long I’ll stay?” I think I’m on to him – he’s more subtle about it though than I was when he visited.

 

“You can stay as long as you want,” Jacks says enthusiastically. “Though I understand if you think my place is too small for that, but you’re welcome.”

 

I study Jack and try to make sense of the emotions running through me. I feel extremely comfortable around Jack – he makes me relax and smile – as long as I let him. I like working on music with him and his apartment isn’t that small. When I moved in with Tommi after leaving the home, our place had been even smaller and we had managed. “When do you start work?”

 

My question confuses Jack, as he frowns, but then he says, “Saturday evening at ten.”

 

I don’t have any appointments for the rest of the week and so I make up my mind. It’s Wednesday evening right now… Staying until Saturday should be doable. I can take the train home in the afternoon and staying a few days would give me the chance to find out if Jack and I could work out. “I’m staying until Saturday then, if that’s okay with you.” Jack’s eyes light up and the smile that sets on his face is radiant.  It looks like I made him very happy by saying that.

 

“That’s great… That means we might even finish a song, or maybe even two! And you can have the bedroom of course and don’t worry about me walking in on you when you’re in the shower, I’ll knock. Just tell me what you’d like to eat and I’ll get it and…”

 

“Jack? Stop rambling…” Jack’s reaction makes me smile. He’s really set on spoiling me, but that’s not necessary. “I just told you that I was going to stay and I’m not going to change my mind because you run out of coffee.” Jack being so eager to please me shows how much he wants me to stay and I must admit I look forward to spending time with him. But first, I need to apologize. “Jack, I’m sorry about the way I acted when you stayed at my place. I must have come across as a real bitch.”

 

Jack actually blushes. “I must admit I like you better this way.”

 

I figured as much. “Just give me some time to get used to you. It has been a while since I considered getting to know someone better… The last person was Christus.” That should tell him a lot. Jack’s jaw slips down and he stares at me with his mouth wide open, which he then promptly shuts. I wonder what is going on in his brain, but then again, I’m sure he’ll work it out.

 

“I feel special,” he says eventually. “That you want to get to know me better. I hope I won’t disappoint you.”

 

“Just be yourself,” I advise. “I…like…you…Jack…” Admitting that was hard, but it needs to be said. “I had a hard time admitting it to myself… That’s why I bitched at you…” I didn’t plan on having this conversation so soon, but I guess Jack needs to know where he stands. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us.

 

“I like you too, Jonne.” Jack smiles and his eyes shine with joy. “Thanks for trusting me. I know that can’t be easy for you.”

 

I shrug. Jack probably knows me better than I thought. Christus must have told him a lot, and what he didn’t tell him, Jack probably figured out himself. Suddenly the oven starts to make noise and it causes Jack to jump to his feet.

 

“Our pizzas are ready!” he announces happily. “I made two kinds of pizza… You decide which one you like best!” He walks over to the oven, removes them, and puts them onto plates, which he then places on the table. “That one has mozzarella and this one ham and pineapple.”

 

“I like both.” I really do.

 

Jack gets out the pizza slicer and cuts them into pieces. “Help yourself… Pick whatever slice you want.”

 

I move one slice onto my plate. I don’t bother using my fork and knife and lift the slice to bite into it. I munch on it and watch Jack start to eat as well. He barely has any make up on today and I must admit that I like him best this way. “What’s up with the makeup you usually wear? The Alice Cooper thing?”

 

Jack chuckles. “It has become a habit, I think. I always wear it when I hit the stage. Do you think it’s too much?”

 

“I like you better this way,” I admit. “You have great eyes… If you hide them beneath all that eyeliner and mascara, they’re harder to see.”

 

“Okay, less makeup then when you’re around.” Jack bites into another slice of pizza and studies me in turn. “How are the Aatamilas doing? Is Arttu okay?” he asks eventually, steering the conversation to safer grounds.

 

“Eero sent me a message earlier today. Apparently all Arttu does is sleep, which gives Eero a chance to study for his upcoming test. Antti is behaving…”

 

“Antti makes a bad nurse…” Jack grins. “I remember a time when I was terribly hung over. Instead of being quiet and leaving me alone, Antti talked nonstop and made coffee… The scent made me nauseous and I actually hurled. He wasn’t pleased about that…”

 

I can easily picture the scene. “Antti’s a good guy, but lost when it comes down to taking care of someone.”

 

Jack nods, finishes another slice, and then sips from his beer. “Are we going to dress up for the gig tonight?”

 

“I didn’t bring a special wardrobe with me,” I reply with a grin. “Merely a spare outfit, similar to what I’m wearing.” When I had changed my clothes after that photo shoot, I had slipped into the outfit Jack had picked for me to wear at the Rooster. “Hopefully this is okay?”

 

“Sure… We’ll add a little makeup and a hat and you’re good to go.”

 

“But only a little!” I don’t want to end up looking like Alice Cooper. We grow quiet after that and eat our pizzas. Normally, I would feel uncomfortable with such a silence hanging over the room, but with Jack, I don’t. It’s odd, but it’s like his eyes speak to me: they assure me that I’m welcome and that everything is fine. “I like it here,” I admit eventually. “I hadn’t thought I would.” Now that I’ve decided to be honest it’s surprisingly easy to speak my mind.

 

“I’m glad you’re here, Jonne.” Jack gets up, opens the fridge, and then looks at me. “Are you up for dessert?”

 

“Depends on what dessert you have in mind.”

 

“Nothing fancy…” Jack removes the pudding  from the fridge, puts two bowls and spoons on the table, and sits down again. “I love chocolate pudding so I always have some around. Do you want some?”

 

Jack gives me a hopeful look and I nod. “You have something in common with Arttu then.”

 

“In what way?” Jack puts some of the pudding into the bowls and moves it toward me.

 

“Arttu wanted some the other day… His jaw hurt, and when asked what he wanted to eat, he asked for chocolate pudding.”

 

Jack starts to eat, but he’s not very tidy. Some of the pudding ends up near to his nose, but he doesn’t seem to notice it. “You got some pudding over here,” I mention and point out the spot to him. For some reason, Jack starts wiping the other side of his face and I raise my arm to wipe the pudding away. “No, over there…” My fingertips glide over Jack’s facial skin and the first thing I notice is his body warmth. When was the last time I touched someone like this – apart from my brothers of course. When did I touch someone because I wanted to touch him in that way? Two years ago, I realize – the last person I touched like that was Christus.

 

“Is anything wrong?” Jack has a worried expression in his eyes and his fingers close around my hand. He lowers it and claps his other hand around it as well.

 

I stare at our hands and realize that I want to be touched. I hunger for it and I feel fucking starved. I want someone to love me – to hold me and touch me. I want someone in my life who doesn’t mind taking care of me now and then. I want that special someone… “No, not wrong,” I stammer eventually as I don’t want to worry Jack even more. “There’s just a lot going on in my head…”

 

Jack nods and strokes the back of my hand. “You have a certain look in your eyes, Jonne. I don’t know if I’m reading you correctly, but you look like you could really need a hug.”

 

I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at hearing that. Am I so easily read? “Maybe you’re right,” I admit. “But…” I stop talking when Jack leaves his chair and walks over to me. He lowers himself onto his heels and wraps his arms around me – just like that. I relax in the embrace – I didn’t expect that. I thought I’d push him away, but instead, I wrap my arms around him in turn.

 

Jack holds me – and that’s about it. He doesn’t go any further than that. It makes me rest my head against his and I inhale his scent. He wears some sort of aftershave and I like the smell of it. It feels odd to be in his arms, but not wrong. He feels warm and surprisingly soft and I don’t want to let go.

 

A minute later, I tell myself to let him go and lower my arms. Jack however, keeps one arm wrapped around my shoulder and raises his head. He rests his brow against mine and looks me in the eyes. It’s a amazingly intimate moment, and I don’t shy away from it, which surprises me. “Thanks,” I whisper.

 

“You’re welcome, Jonne.”

 

Now that I’m close to Jack, I get the chance to study his eyes from up close – and more importantly the expression in them. I don’t think I ever saw something so beautiful before as the warmth in his eyes. He must have had feelings for me for some time and I can’t help but wonder for how long. I’m not going to ask him though.

 

“Why don’t we get ready for the gig? Ville will want his overnight bag, and after delivering it, we can have a drink and hang out at the bar or backstage,” Jack suggests.

 

“I don’t drink,” I remind him. I don’t want this moment to end, but Jack’s already moving away from me.

 

“Don’t worry – we will find something suitable for you.”

 

Suddenly my mouth grows dry and it feels like having an epiphany – is this it? Is Jack it? Will Jack make me forget Christus? Can he make me happy? I ask my heart those questions, but I don’t expect it to answer me back as it has been quiet ever since Christus stepped out of my life. But it does whisper a reply and tells me that the answer to my questions is yes.

 

TBC

 

Part 7

 

“You’re not getting bored, are you?”

 

I look at Pasi and show him the finger. “How can I possibly be bored? I’ve watched their sound check and now we’re feasting on food from Hesburger. Pasi has been great all day long.

 

After I had left home, Pasi had already been waiting for me in his apartment. He had dragged me downstairs and pushed me into Uniklubi’s tour bus. Once we had been seated, he had taken my hand into his and hadn’t let go of it until we had reached Tavastia.

 

The peaceful affection he radiates makes me relax and I feel perfectly fine around him – and the rest of the band, which I have known for years.

 

“Good, I was merely checking,” Pasi says and finishes his hamburger. “We still have two hours left before I need to hit the stage. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

 

Have sex – flashes through my brain – but I dismiss the thought again. Pasi and I agreed on getting to know each other better before we’d make love again. “I want to call Jonne. I need to know if he’s in Helsinki or stayed at home in Tampere. I need my stuff, and if he doesn’t have my overnight bag, I need to improvise.” I had thought that we would head home tomorrow, but apparently the band is spending tomorrow in Helsinki as well.

 

Tommi had sent a message earlier, telling me that he had kicked Jonne’s ass. He expected Jonne to head for Helsinki, but we’re talking about my brother here and one can never be sure about Jonne.

 

“Give your brother a call then…” Pasi leans back against his chair and eyes the fries on his plate. He shoves them away though and rubs his abdomen instead. “I ate too much…”

 

I smile at him, uncover my phone, and dial Jonne’s number. I wait, hoping Jonne will answer. A minute later, there’s noise at the other end and I hear Jonne’s voice. “Jonne, it’s me! Where are you? In Helsinki or still in Tampere?” I hear another voice in the back and realize my brother has company.

 

“I’m in Helsinki…and yes, I have your overnight bag with me. But really, Ville, you need to think of stuff like that before you run out of the door… No, not pink! Get away from me with that eye shadow! I’m not wearing it!”

 

My eyebrow inches higher at hearing that last part. It sounds like someone is trying to put pink eye shadow on Jonne and my brother doesn’t like it. My heart suddenly speeds up in fright – he didn’t walk into Christus, did he? Please Jonne, stay away from him. He’s bad news for you! “Who’s there with you?” I ask when curiosity and concern get the better of me.

 

“Jack… No, Jack! I don’t want a kilo of eyeliner either… Sorry, Ville, but Jack’s trying to turn me into Alice Cooper… Give me one moment…”

 

Suddenly the line goes quiet and I worry that Jonne has severed the connection, but then his voice’s back.

 

“Sorry, but I had to get away from him. I left him in the bathroom… Good, he isn’t coming after me!”

 

“Why’s Jack around?” I don’t get it. I know that Jack stayed at Jonne’s place the other day, but…

 

“I’m staying with him – don’t ask! He offered to let me stay and wouldn’t allow me to check into a hotel… So now I’m stuck here!”

 

Jonne doesn’t sound worried though – if I’m not mistaken, I hear a chuckle in his voice. “If that’s the way you like it…” I can tell that Jonne wants to say something, but I don’t give him the chance to do so. “When will you get here? I need my stuff.”

 

“I reckon we will be there within the hour. I’m not sure how long it will take us to get to Tavastia…”

 

“Within the hour is fine.” I must admit to being surprised that Jonne allows Jack around. Normally he’s defensive and gives no one chance to get close to him. “The band’s staying in Helsinki tomorrow too… So don’t expect me back until Friday.” I had better tell him before he has a fit because I didn’t come home.

 

“That’s okay… I won’t be home until Saturday afternoon either, I reckon.”

 

Jonne surprises me again. “Are you saying you’re staying with Jack until Saturday?” This is very atypical behavior for my brother, who loves his privacy.

 

“Well, he invited me to stay and I accepted. Not sure though if I’ll manage that long. I don’t know what happened, but ever since he started to get himself ready for our evening out he’s become hyperactive.”

 

I can’t keep quiet any longer and ask, “Do you like him, Jonne? Is that it?” I had never thought my brother would feel attracted to Jack, but stranger things have happened. And to be honest? Jack’s a good guy – much better boyfriend material than Christus ever was. If this is the case, and Jonne likes Jack in that way, I’ll do everything I can to make sure they get together!

 

Jonne remains quiet – and that tells me a lot. He gets like that when he’d rather not discuss something. “You do… Jonne, I’m your brother, you can tell me.”

 

“I’d rather not discuss this over the phone,” Jonne says eventually. “If you really want to discuss Jack we can do so later, when I’m at Tavastia.”

 

That actually sounds promising. Jonne wants to talk, which means he has a lot to talk about – Jack, and probably his feelings for the guitar player. I was right then – Jonne does like Jack. “That’s fine with me, but no distraction tactics, do you hear me? We’re going to talk about this.”

 

“Okay… Ville, I’ve got to go now. Jack is ready to leave…”

 

“I’ll see you soon… Jonne, I think it’s great you’re here… I really do.”

 

“We’ll see how everything turns out… Bye, Ville… See you in a few minutes.”

 

I slide the phone into a pocket and look at Pasi, who’s watching me in turn. “That’s odd.”

 

“What did Jonne do this time?” Jussi says, getting involved.

 

The Uniklubi guys are no strangers to Jonne. Jussi and Teemu are good friends of my brother and know him well. “Jonne is in Helsinki and instead of checking into a hotel like he normally does, he’s staying with Japa.”

 

Jussi puts his burger back into the wrapping paper and frowns. “You’re right: that *is* odd.”

 

“Maybe not *that* odd,” says Spit who also joined us to watch the show later.

 

“What do you mean by that?” Feeling curious, I move my chair closer to Spit’s, who’s sitting next to me.

 

“You guys know that Jack got divorced some time ago?” asks Spit.

 

I nod. Yeah, I had heard about that. “Why are you bringing that up?”

 

“Because part of the reason why he got that divorce was the fact that he likes guys,” Spit explains. “At the time, I thought he liked Christus, because they were joined at the hip for some time…”

 

I stare at Spit in surprise, as I suspect where he might be taking this.

 

“One evening, I asked him about it,” Spit continues. “But Jack denied being in love with Christus. However, he did hint that there was someone he felt attracted to, but he felt like he couldn’t act on it. He was already divorced at the time so he wouldn’t have been cheating, but he said the guy was off limits. I waited until he was drunk – and believe me, Jack doesn’t get drunk as often as you might think – but when he did I brought it up again.”

 

“And what did he say?” Can it be that Jack’s been attracted to Jonne all that time and we never noticed a thing? That seems almost impossible!

 

Spit chuckles, probably because I make an impatient impression. “He said that the mysterious guy didn’t live in Helsinki, but in Tampere and that the reason why he couldn’t act on it had everything to do with Christus.”

 

I understand what Spit’s hinting at. “He wouldn’t have acted on his feelings if Christus was still together with Jonne.”

 

Spit nods. “I didn’t think of Jonne at the time, but now that you mention Jack taking him in… It would make sense if it was Jonne.”

 

I nod. Spit’s right of course. “And now that Christus and Jonne are no longer together, he might be inclined to act on it. But what about Christus? Aren’t they friends still?”

 

“Christus has a new girlfriend – they’re living together… I met him a few times and it looked to me like he had moved on…” Spit says. “He didn’t make the impression that he was mourning his past relationship.”

 

“If that is the case…” I draw in a deep breath and imagine what it would be like if Jack were part of our family – as Jonne’s boyfriend. Actually, I might like having him about.

 

The door at the entrance to the backstage area opens and the first thing I see is Jonne’s blond hair. Jack’s only two steps behind him and the grin on his face tells me he’s in a good mood. I guess I know why now. “Jonne, over here!” Jonne waves at me to let me know he’s seen me and starts to move toward us. “This is going to be interesting,” I whisper at the others.

 

“Ah, there you are… Next time, you can carry your bag yourself!”

 

Jonne puts my overnight bag onto the floor next to me. Then, he smiles at the others and endures the hugs Teemu and Jussi give him. Jonne makes a relaxed impression and doesn’t seem anxious about Jack hovering close to him – which proves my theory that my brother likes Jack back.

 

“We’re going to hit the clubs after the show,” Teemu says as he hugs Jonne. “Are you coming along?”

 

I narrow my eyes as I catch Jonne looking at Jack instead of answering Teemu’s question.

 

“What do you want to do?” Jonne asks Jack.

 

“If you want to go clubbing, we can do that,” Jack says, but his tone makes it clear that he’d rather not.

 

Jonne picks up on it too. “We’ll see what happens later, Teemu.”

 

Teemu exchanges a look with Jussi, which I notice, and grins at his friend. Was this just a ploy to find out if Jonne wanted to stay close to Jack? If so, it worked. Jack pulled up a chair to the table and offers it to Jonne. That’s another action that doesn’t go unnoticed and I look at Pasi when he pinches me softly. I nod, showing I get it too. Jack takes up position behind Jonne and seems content to stay there.

 

“When will the show start?” Jonne asks.

 

“In about thirty,” Jussi replies. “I should get ready and do some vocal exorcises… Excuse me, guys.” He gets up, leaves, and Jack quickly takes possession of the chair Jussi vacated. He’s sitting next to Jonne now and keeps a close eye on my brother.

 

“So…” I say slowly and draw Jonne’s attention to me by doing so. “You’re staying with Jack? I didn’t know you were such good friends.” Let’s see what Jonne will say to that. Jonne actually grows a bit flustered; I doubt any of the other guys notice it, but I know him best and I do.

 

“We’re not – yet,” Jonne adds the last word when Jack gives him a sad look. “But we’re working on it.”

 

Ah… you’re working on it… Jonne, that’s your way of saying – I like him and want him close! “I think it’s great…”

 

Jonne frowns at my reply, but doesn’t question me, probably knowing he will get the third degree later tonight.

 

~~~

 

“For one moment I worried that Jack was going to follow us,” I tell Jonne when I close the bathroom door behind us. The only way to get Jack away from Jonne is to go to the toilet, it seems. “He seems glued to you!” Jonne avoids my gaze and seems a bit embarrassed.

 

“He likes me,” he says quietly. “I have the feeling he might be in love with me.”

 

Looks like we’re not going to dance around the issue for a change, which is something I approve of. “I have the feeling you’re right,” I say teasingly. “Jack appears to be in love with you.” Only a blind person wouldn’t see that!

 

Jonne raises his head, moistens his lips, and sighs deeply. “It’s rather obvious, isn’t it? I can’t believe I didn’t catch it right away.”

 

I shrug. “At least you’re aware of it now. So, are you going to act on it? What are your plans, Jonne?” I lean against the door with my back, ensuring no one can enter and catch us talking.

 

“I’m not sure yet…” Jonne says as he moves away from me. “The thing is, I like  him too.”

 

A victorious feeling sweeps through me. “I knew it!” At that, Jonne’s head jerks up and he stares at me with wide eyes. “It’s rare for you to let anyone invade your personal space, and when I heard that Jack was staying at your place, I thought something was fishy. When I called you, and you turned out to be staying at his place, I became rather sure that something was going on! Jonne, this is great!” Jonne however sighs and gives me a haunted look.

 

“I want to give this a chance, but I’m still unsure if it’s the right thing to do.”

 

“Because of Christus?” Fuck, I hate the way Christus still has a hold over my brother. Jonne nods and confirms my suspicions. “But why? Spit told me that Christus moved on! He has a girlfriend and moved in with her.” I cover the distance between us and rest my hands on his shoulders. “Jonne, you have every right to be happy. Don’t continue to pine for him. Christus is no longer in your life, but Jack is.”

 

Jonne draws in a deep breath. “You might be right about that, Ville, but I don’t want to get hurt again. I still hurt because of what happened with Christus. I don’t want to go through that with Jack too.”

 

“Jack’s not Christus and you have changed too, Jonne. If you don’t take a risk, you’ll remain alone forever. Jonne, you’re not made to live like that. You should be together with someone, and to be honest? From what I’ve heard, Jack has been in love with you for quite some time.” Jonne’s eyes grow big – yeah, I had thought that it would get his attention. “Spit told us some things about Jack. It seems like he has been in love with you for the last two years. It might even be part of the reason why he divorced.”

 

“Why didn’t he tell me?” Jonne frowns.

 

“Maybe because of the same reason you don’t want to get involved with him right now.” Let’s see if Jonne can figure it out himself.

 

“Because of Christus?” Jonne’s features contort. “Fuck…”

 

So he did it figure it. Maybe there’s hope for him yet. “What are you going to do about it, Jonne? I hope you realize it’s up to you to take action.” I’m making that up of course, but *do* I want Jonne to take the initiative.

 

Jonne doesn’t seem certain though. “That’s easier said than done… I don’t know what to do… It’s been years since I flirted – or dated.”

 

Is Jonne asking me for pointers? I blink at him. “Jonne, start slow… I don’t expect you to drag him off to your bed and tie him down!” Jonne blushes and I wave a finger at him. “Start with holding his hand…or wrap your arm around him… Touch him as if accidentally. Come on, Jonne, you’ve got more experience than me!”

 

“But I’m out of practice…”

 

I roll my eyes. “Then get busy! Jonne, Jack is a good guy… Give him a chance…” Jonne nods, but I can tell Christus is still on his mind. “Don’t let Christus control your life, Jonne… He moved on and so should you.” Jonne’s about to reply when someone bangs on the door.

 

“I don’t know what the two of you are doing in there, and I don’t want to know actually, but can you stop doing whatever it is? I need to use the bathroom, and if you don’t want me to pee out here, I suggest you open the door!”

 

“Your future boyfriend has a nice way of getting his point across,” I whisper into Jonne’s ear. “Good luck.” Jonne however doesn’t seem fazed.

 

“He’s nervous – that’s when he talks too much. I noticed that already…” Jonne whispers back. Then, louder, he adds, “Get your mind out of the gutter, Jack.” Jonne pulls me away, as I have been blocking the door, and opens it. “You can come inside,” he tells Jack, who gives him a suspicious look.

 

Jack takes a step inside, looks at me, and at Jonne, and eventually grins. “So are you guys done in here? I need to go and don’t need an audience.”

 

“We’re done,” Jonne announces as he puts an arm around my shoulders. He pulls me out of the bathroom and toward the stage.

 

“Fuck, they already started playing!” I missed the beginning of the gig and blame Jonne for that! I free myself of his hold and move toward that part of the stage where Pasi is located. I make sure I stay out of sight of the audience, but wink at my new boyfriend. From the corner of my eye, I watch Jonne, who hovers close to the bathroom. He’s probably waiting for Jack to leave it.

 

I do hope Jonne’s going to break free of the hold Christus still has on him. I’m glad Jack likes Jonne, for I think he’s a good choice, and I’m even happier that Jonne likes him back. The fact that the two of them already banter around each other is a good sign as far as I’m concerned: it shows that they like each other.

 

Unexpectedly, my phone vibrates in my pocket and I quickly uncover it, realizing it can only be Eero or Tommi. Looking at the display, I recognize I was right – it’s Tommi. A moment later, his message appears.

 

*Did Jonne ever arrive in Helsinki? I texted him, but he isn’t answering… Get back to me, I need to know.*

 

I chuckle: sounds like Tommi’s worried. I should probably reassure him that everything is fine.

 

*Jonne’s here all right and Jack’s not leaving his side. I’ve got the feeling Jonne might end up with a boyfriend within the next few weeks.*

 

I press send and grin evilly. Let’s see how Tommi reacts to that. I don’t need to wait for long though.

 

*Boyfriend? Maybe I shouldn’t have told Jonne to get his act together and fuck Jack…*

 

I burst out laughing and catch Jonne giving me an odd look. So Tommi told Jonne to fuck Jack? Jonne must have irritated Tommi big time for our oldest brother to react like that!

 

*In that case, I hope Jack has condoms at home! But seriously, I don’t think they will move that fast! I’ll keep you updated! Love you and bye!*

 

I slip my phone into my pocket again and watch Jonne, who’s coming over to me. He’s probably wondering why I was laughing at him. “You forgot to bring Jack along.”

 

“He’ll find me…” Jonne narrows his eyes and studies me. “What was going on just now?”

 

Oh, I will tell him – I want to see his expression when he hears me say it. “Tommi texted me… He wondered if you ever arrived and if you had fucked Jack yet.” Jonne glares at me and I can tell he’s irritated. “Tommi was joking,” I tell him, hoping he will come around.

 

Jonne however ignores me. “There’s Jack… I’ll see you later.”

 

He walks away from me, toward Jack, and I wonder what happened just now. Then, I realize something about Jonne: maybe he wants to be close to Jack in that way… Maybe he wants to make love to him – maybe, Jonne’s lonely. Fuck…What do I do with that realization?

 

Looking at Jonne, I find that he has joined Jack again. Jack smiles and I bet he wouldn’t mind having sex with Jonne, but I know Jonne won’t move that fast. He’ll go slow and make sure he doesn’t end up heartbroken. Jonne must have felt my eyes upon him, because he suddenly takes Jack’s hand in his and clasps his fingers tightly around the limb. Jack appears surprised, but then leans in closer to Jonne and his smile grows even brighter.

 

I should stop worrying about those two. The way Jack looks at Jonne tells me that he won’t give in easily – Jack will find a way to get through to Jonne, and after my little talk with Jonne, I feel confident that he will give Jack his chance. Those two will find a way to make it work… I should concentrate on my own relationship instead.

 

TBC

 

Part 8

 

“They played a great gig!” Jack opens the door to his apartment and steps inside. “And the audience loved them!”

 

I follow Jack into the living room, where he sits down on the couch. Jack has been charming company so far – very attentive and cheerful. I kept my word and played nice and didn’t bitch at him. My changed attitude is doing wonders for our growing friendship. “Do you want something to drink? No, don’t get up! I’ll get it.” Jack stretches and then pushes himself deeper into the comfort of the couch.

 

“Beer would be great…”

 

“One beer coming up…” I head for the kitchen, remove Jack’s beer from the fridge, and get some bottled water for myself. I return to the living room, but remain standing in the doorway when I find my surroundings have changed. Jack closed the curtains, lit candles, and is putting on music right now. My first reaction is to verbally lash out at him for confusing me, but I bite down on my tongue and stay quiet.

 

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jack says as he turns around to face me. “I just wanted to make everything more comfortable.”

 

“It’s okay.” I don’t blame him for trying to set a relaxed mood. I place Jack’s beer onto the coffee table and sit down on the couch – leaving Jack enough space to sit down next to me if he wants to. He takes the hint and takes a seat next to me. He reaches for his beer, sips from it, but then puts it back onto the table. He sits back and gazes at me thoughtfully. It feels like he wants to make a move, but doesn’t feel comfortable doing so. Maybe he’s worried about my possible reaction. Like Ville said, it’s up to me.

 

I reach for Jack’s hand, take it into mine, and pull it into my lap. I stroke the back of his hand, and when he twines our fingers, I look up at him. Jack possesses the warmest smile I’ve ever seen and it feels like the room temperature just went up. I don’t know yet how to do this, but it’s obvious that we need to talk. I shift on the couch, but don’t release his hand. I end up sitting cross-legged, facing him.

 

“We need to talk, don’t we?” Jack says hesitantly.

 

“I think so, but don’t be scared…” I wonder about the melancholy expression that has appeared in his eyes. It looks like Jack doesn’t think our talk will end on a positive note.

 

“Is this the moment you’re going to tell me that you feel flattered that I’m interested in you, but you don’t want to risk your heart? Because you’re worried to end up hurt again?”

 

Jack impresses me – he knows me very well, but he doesn’t know that things have changed for me. I would have confirmed his remark only yesterday, but today, things are different. “Not anymore.” Jack blinks and I rub his fingers using mine. “I had a change of heart when I was riding the train earlier today.” Jack frowns and seems utterly confused: I feel sorry for him, knowing his emotional turmoil is my doing. “I’m holding your hand, am I not?” I raise his hand and draw his attention to it.

 

Jack stares at our joined hands and nods eventually. “I wondered about that.”

 

“Jack… Can I ask you something personal?” A suspicious look appears on Jack’s face, but then he nods. “I heard that you’ve been interested in me for a long time and I wonder if it’s true.”

 

Jack grows uncomfortable and twitches slightly. “Whomever told you that should have kept his mouth shut.”

 

“But they told me and now I’m asking you if it’s true. I would appreciate it if you answered the question, Jack.” I understand why he’s hesitant, but it would be best to build our friendship on the truth.

 

Jack draws in a deep breath, shrugs, and lowers his gaze. “They might be right… I’ve liked you for quite some time…”

 

I feel relieved that Jack told me that – it’s a start. “I had no clue… Jack, I like you in turn, but we need to go slow… I need to go slow… I feel still haunted… by… you know who…I don’t want to say his name or bring him into our conversation… But I want you to know that I like you and that I want to give us a chance… I can’t tell what will happen, but… let’s see where it takes us.” Jack’s expression instantly clears and any depressing thoughts seem to leave him. I’m happy to see him smile again.

 

“I would like that too and don’t worry… I can do slow!”

 

“I’m sure you can.” I hadn’t thought I would feel so relieved and maybe even a bit grateful after having this conversation.

 

“Is it okay if I put my arm around you?” Jack asks while his eyes warm up even more.

 

“That’s okay.” I chuckle and shake my head. In a way it’s cute that Jack asks me first. He puts his arm around me and pulls me closer. I move toward him and rest my head against his shoulder. Sitting like this is nice and feels intimate – I like it.

 

~~~

 

Slipping between the covers of Jack’s bed feels odd. Although I spent lots of nights in hotel rooms, this feels different. This might become my second home if things work out. It’s a bit chilly in the room because I kept the window ajar and I pull the comforter up to my chin. The scent of vanilla surrounds me and it strikes me as funny that someone like Jack uses fabric softener.

 

“Are you fine? Is there anything you need?” sounds Jack’s voice from the other side of the door.

 

He’s been the perfect gentleman all evening and I appreciate it. It makes me like him even more. “I’m fine and your bed smells of vanilla! I like it.” Jack chuckles and I can hear it through the door.

 

“I’m glad you like it… I’ll see you in the morning! Bye, Jonne!”

 

“Bye, Jack! Hope you’ll sleep well…” Jack’s footfalls tell me that he’s moving away from the door. I felt bad for occupying his bed and offered to sleep on the couch instead, but Jack refused. I turn onto my side, make myself as comfortable as I can, and close my eyes. I still can’t believe I did it – I took the train to Helsinki to be with Jack and now I’m in his bed – alone, but still, I made it here!

 

Feeling pleased with myself, I drift off into sleep, and hope I’ll dream of Jack.

 

~~~

 

Still half asleep, I stretch and realize I’m not in my bed. That doesn’t alarm me – I wake up in strange beds all the time, but something strikes me as odd. Ah yes, there’s no roommate… No Tommi, Nakki, or Larry who’s harassing me.

 

I open my eyes and remember that I’m at Jack’s apartment. I spent the night in his bed, and oddly enough – alone. Sunlight sneaks into the bedroom and it makes me hope that it will be a sunny and warm day. I push the comforter to the foot end, place my feet on the floor, and rise from the bed. I reach for my jeans, step into them, and pull a clean T-shirt from my bag. I’ll shower and clean up later – first I want coffee.

 

I open the door, step into the corridor, and look about. Jack opened the curtains in the living room, because that’s where most of the sunlight enters the apartment. He might be awake in that case. “Jack? Are you up already?”

 

There’s no reply – maybe Jack’s asleep after all. Softer, I call out again. “Jack?” But everything remains quiet, and when I step into the living room, I find the couch empty. A piece of paper draws my attention and I sit down to read it.

 

*I went to the supermarket… Will be back soon… Feel at home and make tea or coffee if you want to…*

 

That explains Jack’s absence. I follow his advice and go into the kitchen to make coffee, only to find the coffee maker set and ready. All I need to do is press the button. I sit down at the kitchen table and uncover my phone. There aren’t any messages, which surprises me. I would have expected for either Tommi or Ville to ask how my first night at Jack’s place had been.

 

The coffee is ready, and after a quick search I find milk, sugar, and mugs. I sit down again, stir my coffee, and wonder what to do until Jack gets here. Fortunately I don’t need to wait for long as I hear the front door open.

 

A moment later, Jack appears carrying a plastic bag containing his groceries. He looks at me in surprise, but then his smile’s back. “You’re up already! I thought you’d sleep in,” he says as he puts the bag on the counter.

 

“I woke up and decided to look for you… I was surprised to find you gone, but then I noticed the note you had left.”

 

Jack puts his groceries on the counter and nods. “I discovered that I lacked some things and decided to get them while you were still asleep.” He turns around and looks a bit sheepishly as he adds, “I didn’t know what you wanted for breakfast, so…”

 

I look at the groceries: he bought almost everything you can imagine to go with breakfast – from cereal to bacon. “Just get me some bread and jam, and I’ll be fine.” Jack puts everything we need on the table and sits down.

 

“You made coffee…”

 

I arch an eyebrow and wonder about the statement. “Do you want some?”

 

“Oh yeah…”

 

Jack remains seated though and I roll my eyes. “Do you want me to get you some?”

 

“No, that’s not necessary! I can do that myself!”

 

Suddenly Jack comes alive: he was in thoughts probably when he mentioned me having made coffee. “Stay where you are,” I tell him and get to my feet. “I’ll get it for you.” I don’t mind: he’s doing a lot for me and I like doing something back. “Do you drink it black or with milk and sugar?” Getting him his coffee will tell me how he likes it best.

 

“Just a little milk… But I can get it and…”

 

I glare at him and it shuts him up – good. I add the milk to his coffee, put a spoon in it and place it in front of him. “I hope that’s fine.” Jack gives me the most adoring look ever and I realize I made his day – in a very simple way. “Enjoy.”

 

“Thanks…”

 

Jack raises the mug, sips from it, and reaches for the milk which I put on the table in case he wants more of  it in his coffee. He puts the milk in his bowl, adds a shitload of Cheerios to it, and buries everything beneath a mountain of sugar. How can he possibly eat that? But Jack manages his breakfast without any problems and empties the bowl. A satisfied expression appears on his face as he continues to sip from his coffee.

 

“Jonne? I didn’t make any plans for today… Maybe there’s something you want to do? I can show you the city, but I reckon you’ve seen it many times before, so you might not be interested in that and that’s fine of course…”

 

He’s rambling again. As he’s close enough for me to touch him, I place a finger against his lips. It never fails to shut up people and Jack grows quiet as well. “I’d love to do some sightseeing, and it doesn’t matter if I’ve already seen it. It will be different because you’ll be there, showing me.” Jack grows flustered; I hadn’t realized how easily I can make him blush. “And tonight, when we get back we will work on your songs.”

 

“I like you better each day,” Jack quips.

 

Well, I’m not going to complain about it – I want Jack to like me!

 

~~~

 

We eat our sugar-covered pastries while sitting on the stairs near Helsinki’s white and green cathedral. Looking out over Senator’s Square, we watch one bus after another drop of tourists, which quickly take their pictures and then drive off to the next place of interest.

 

“We’re kind of lucky,” Jack says. “It’s not a busy day. On a bad day, they’ll trample on you to get their picture.”

 

I tear a small piece of my strawberry pastry and look at it. “Open up,” I tell Jack, who gives me a puzzled look. He complies though and I shove it inside his mouth. Catching on at last, Jack grins, and starts to chew. Jack sits in front of me and suddenly he leans back against me. My knees are in the way though and I part my legs so he can move closer against me. Jack rests his back against my abdomen and puts a hand on my right knee. Staking his claim already? It didn’t take him long to do that. “Are you comfortable?”

 

“Now I am… “ Jack cocks his head, and by doing so, he can make eye contact. “Do you mind?”

 

“No, I don’t.” I know he will withdraw if I tell him so and I don’t want that. I’m okay with it, and in a way, I enjoy having him close. In order to show Jack that I’m serious, I wrap an arm around his chest and pull him even closer. “We’re lucky that it doesn’t rain today… I like sitting here and watching those mad tourists.” As long as there are no mad fans about I’m perfectly fine sitting here.

 

“Oh, the weather can change within a heartbeat,” Jack says. “The sun can be out one moment, and there can be a thunderstorm the next. It’s because of the sea…”

 

I rest my chin on Jack’s head and grin. “Does the sea call to you, Captain Jack?”

Jack chuckles loudly, but doesn’t move his head.

 

“Actually, Sammy prides himself on being the Captain.”

 

“Sammy can go to hell… You’re Captain here…” Now Jack does move and cock his head. Looking at me, he raises his right hand and caresses my face. The expression in his eyes tells me his heart’s desire and I don’t want to deny him. So I lean in towards him and kiss him on the lips. Jack’s breathing quickens and his right hand moves towards my neck, where it settles, moving through my hair and probably messing it up.

 

Jack doesn’t want to let go and draws out the kiss – I let him, but when I run out of breath, I pull away. Jack’s a good kisser – I felt that kiss right down into my toes. I run my fingers through his hair – messing it up in turn as revenge, and he probably regrets letting me talk him into leaving his hat at home.

 

Jack doesn’t speak – he merely looks at me with a particularly warm sensation in his eyes. He doesn’t need to tell me how much he liked that kiss. I decide against talking as well and settle for pulling him against me. Today is a good day and I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest.

 

~~~

 

Jack’s in the living room and fine tuning his guitars so we can work on his music, but before I join him, I need to make some calls. I’ve been out of touch with Eero and Tommi and need to know what’s going on. I decide to call Eero first as I’m most curious about the way he’s dealing with Arttu and Antti.

 

I let the phone ring longer than I usually would, knowing only too well that Eero might need a few minutes to answer my call – especially when he’s caught up looking after Arttu.

 

“Eero here…”

 

Ah, he managed to get to his phone relatively quick then! “It’s me, but you probably know that already.” My name must have appeared on the display. “I was wondering how you’re doing – and Arttu of course. How are things?”

 

Eero sighs and remains quiet for a moment. “Honestly? Arttu is no problem at all. He sleeps all the time, and when he does wake up, he takes his medication, has some soup, and goes back to sleep. The real problem is Antti.”

 

“He’s driving you nuts,” I state – knowing exactly what Antti’s like. “Can’t you get help? Someone who can deal with Antti? Take him off your hands? Or you could move Arttu to our place.” The moment I make that last suggestion, I realize that Antti would never go along with it – he will want to remain close to his brother.

 

“Antti will never leave Arttu’s side and you know it… No, I have to endure his madness,” Eero says in an overly dramatic voice.

 

“Are you getting any studying done? When is your test coming up again?”

 

“The test is on Monday, and yes, I’m making progress. It helps that Arttu sleeps a lot.”

 

“And what does Antti do during Arttu’s sleep?”

 

“He sits next to the bed and watches Arttu sleep,” Eero sighs. “He’s even worse than me…”

 

“You’re doing great,” I tell Eero. “And you’ll ace that test on Monday.”

 

“I hope so…” Eero grows quiet again. “And how about you? Are you still in Helsinki with Jack?”

 

“Yeah, I’m still at his place…” I wonder how much I should tell Eero, but then again, we’re brothers and I trust him. “We spend a great day in the city today. Jack showed me about and now he’s waiting for me to join him so we can work on his songs.”

 

“You like him – You like being there. That’s good, Jonne… That’s good.”

 

“I like him, yes… I like him a lot… And he’s in love with me, Eero. He’s been in love with me for quite some time…I decided to give us a chance…”

 

“That’s the best decision you could have made, Jonne. When you told me about Christus at the beach house in Oulu, I wished for something like this to happen. I want you to be happy too, and if Jack’s the person to accomplish this, I’d be happy about it.”

 

I expected Eero to react like that so I’m not surprised. “I’m staying until Saturday – then I’m taking the train home… I can drop by and take Antti off your hands for some hours.”

 

“Yes, please do!”

 

I smile, regardless of the fact that Eero can’t see it. “Hang in there, Eero… Keep studying and ignore Antti if you can.”

 

“I’ll do my best…have fun with Jack! I’ll see you on Saturday then! Bye, Jonne!”

 

“Bye, Eero…”

 

I end the call and access Tommi’s number. One down, one to go.

 

“Jonne? What’s wrong?”

 

I roll my eyes at Tommi’s typical reaction – he still expects me to end up in trouble. “Nothing’s wrong… I just wanted to check on you… How are you doing, Tommi?”

 

“You’re calling me at this late hour to ask me how I’m doing?”

 

I check the time. “Tommi, it’s only eleven PM!”

 

“Decent people are in bed at that time!”

 

“You’re not decent people and neither am I.” I chuckle though, catching on that he’s teasing me. “Did you already pack for Oulu? When does your flight leave?”

 

“Tomorrow at two PM, but I’m thinking about cancelling the flight. I don’t feel comfortable leaving with Arttu being bedridden and Eero nursing him. I should stick around and help.”

 

“No, Tommi, you’re not doing that! If you do, I’ll tell Eero to kick your ass in my name! You must go to Oulu! Eero doesn’t want you to cancel your trip either. Tommi, fly to Oulu… I’ll be back on Saturday and will keep an eye on Eero, but honestly, I talked to him just now and he’s got everything under control.”

 

“I’m not so sure about… Antti’s being a nuisance.”

 

“You’re right about that, but Tommi, Antti’s always a nuisance… And I trust Eero to handle him… Eero has changed: he can deal with this, Tommi. We need to have faith in him and stop mothering him.”

 

“Maybe you’re right, but… I feel responsible for him… Jonne, I failed him once before.”

 

“Tommi, if it makes you feel better visit them tomorrow before you leave for the airport, but please, go to Juha. You need time off too. And please, Tommi, put your trust in Eero. He won’t let you down.” I do hope I’m getting through to him.

 

“All right… I’ll drop by at their place and then decide if I’m flying to Oulu or not…”

 

It’s the best I can do – I know that much. Tommi is stubborn like hell when he’s gotten something into his head. “Yeah, do that and you’ll see that Eero’s got everything under control. Go to bed, Tommi… You sound tired.”

 

“I will… Are you staying with Jack? Or did you check into a hotel?”

 

“I’m staying with Jack… And no, I’m not fucking him! He sleeps on the couch and I got the bed… So stop thinking stuff like that!”

 

“Well, at least my comment made you go to Helsinki! But fine, I’ll shut up and get my mind out of the gutter… Sleep tight, Jonne.”

 

“Tommi, text me once you know what you’ll do – if you go to Oulu or not… I want to know.” Maybe I will be able to change his mind in time for him to make his flight if he decides against going.

 

“I will… Bye, Jonne…”

 

“Bye, Tommi… Love you…” I end this call as well and put my phone onto the kitchen table. I love my brothers, but damn, we’re a messed up family.

 

“Hey, are you going to join me tonight?” Jack leans against the doorway and looks at me hopefully. “I want to spend time with you too…”

 

“Oh Jack…” I get to my feet, make my way over to him, and wrap an arm around his shoulder. “You have my company for the rest of the night if you can stay awake that long!”

 

“I can try…”

 

Jack’s reply makes me smile – yes, he will fight to stay awake for as long as possible, simply because he wants to be close to me…

 

TBC

 

Part 9

 

I carry out Jonne’s advice and decide to visit Eero and Arttu before I make up my mind about going to Oulu. Jonne thinks that Eero has everything under control, but I’m not that sure. I doubt Arttu will give him problems: he’s happy to be asleep in bed, but Antti is a different matter.

 

I didn’t call Eero in advance, as I want to find out what life’s really like at the Aatamila household and if Eero can handle the situation or not. Ringing the door bell, I wait for someone to answer and let me in.

 

“Who are you?”

 

I roll my eyes at hearing Antti’s typical reply. “It’s me, Tommi.”

 

“Tommi? What are you doing here so early in the morning?”

 

“It’s not that early, Antti. He’s already ten AM. So what’s the deal? Are you going to let me in or not? It’s raining, Antti, in case you hadn’t noticed and I’m getting wet.” Antti remains quiet, but then the buzzer tells me that he has unlocked the door. I step into the main hall and head for the door to Antti’s apartment. I have to press the button again, because he didn’t open it yet. “Antti, move it!”

 

“Be nice to me or I won’t let you in!” Antti threatens upon opening the door. He still blocks the entrance and gives me a dirty look. It looks like I woke him as he’s merely wearing one of Arttu’s T-shirts.

 

“That’s not your size,” I pester him back. Two can play this game.

 

“Shut the fuck up, Tommi…” Antti steps to the side, turns, and heads for the kitchen, leaving me standing there in the hallway.

 

“Such a warm welcome,” I call out after Antti, who promptly shows me his bony middle finger. I walk into the living room, in search of Eero, but he isn’t there. In that case, he’s probably still in the bedroom with Arttu and I knock on the door. I don’t want to walk in on them like that. “Eero? Are you in there? It’s me, Tommi.” I look over my shoulder and notice the large number of books on the coffee table; looks like Eero’s still studying to pass his test.

 

“Yeah, give me a moment…”

 

He sounds preoccupied and I hope I didn’t disturb an intimate moment. “I’ll be in the kitchen… Harassing Antti.”

 

“Thanks, Tommi… I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

 

Eero sounds calm and in control of the situation so I head for the kitchen instead. Antti sits at the kitchen table, sipping black coffee which has a strong aroma. Smells perfect and I get me some. “You look tired,” I notice as I sit down opposite him. Antti *does* look tired. “Aren’t you getting enough sleep?”

 

“With Arttu being in pain? How do you expect me to sleep when he’s hurting?”

 

Antti sounds angry and I realize I’ve addressed a sensitive issue. “Antti, exhausting yourself won’t help Arttu get better. You need to take care of yourself as well. Give Arttu and Eero some time and space to breathe… Don’t hover all the time. Arttu’s safe in bed and will recover little by little. Don’t make things worse.” I expect Antti to verbally lash out at me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he looks at me thoughtfully.

 

“Maybe you’re right,” he admits and sighs. “Eero got pissed off yesterday and yelled at me… He made me go to bed and sleep…”

 

I can’t hide a smile at hearing that. Maybe Jonne’s right and Eero does have the situation under control. “You should listen to him.” Antti nods and I notice the way his eyes start to close. “Why don’t you go back to bed and sleep some more? You’re still tired.”

 

“Maybe I will…”

 

Antti remains quiet after that – which is rather atypical for him. I’m not complaining though – a quiet Antti is the best Antti as far as I’m concerned.

 

“I’m sorry you had to wait, but I was helping Arttu in the bathroom,” Eero explains as he steps into the kitchen.

 

I study him while he sits down and am surprised to see that he looks calm and rested – contrary to Antti. “Looks like you have everything under control.”

 

Eero nods. “After banishing Mr. Blabbermouth to his bedroom, I did!” One look at Antti tells me that he wants to protest, but he swallows his comment when Eero glares at him. “It took me a while to get him to listen, but I think we know where we stand now.”

 

I’m impressed: I really am. I’ve seen Jonne handle Antti in the past, but I hadn’t thought Eero had it in him as well. “Does that mean you don’t need me to stay? Because I’m here to offer my help.”

 

Eero’s eyes narrow and a suspicious look appears in his eyes. “Aren’t you leaving for Oulu today? You’re going to stay with Juha for the weekend, or am I wrong?”

 

I decide to be honest. “That was my original plan, but I can change it. If you need me, I’ll stay.” Eero’s expression tells me that it’s not going to happen though – he isn’t going to accept my offer.

 

“Screw it, Tommi! You’re not going to worsen the situation by staying here. I can deal with Antti, you saw that. Arttu’s asleep and not a bother. I’m actually ahead of my studies and I get lots of sleep because Arttu sleeps through the night. You’re not going to ruin that. You’re leaving for Oulu!”

 

He’s getting keyed up about telling me off and I can’t help but grin at Eero. Jonne was right: Eero has changed since the four of us got together. I should better stay quiet about it, but Eero starts to look and act more like me each day. He has gained weight and I’d swear he’s grown! It’s just my imagination of course, but still.

 

“Why are you grinning like that?” Eero cocks his head.

 

“I merely thought that you’ve changed, Eero… And I like it… You’re assertive and take control… You would never have done so a year ago.”

 

Eero frowns and his eyes take on a distant expression. “Do you really think so?”

 

I nod. “I do, Eero… And if you take the time to look at yourself, you’ll realize I’m right.”

 

“He has got a point,” Antti says suddenly. “You have changed… You’d never have bullied me in the past.”

 

Eero remains thoughtful and his frown deepens. “Do you mind me bullying you?” he asks Antti in a soft and uncertain voice.

 

“No, not at all,” Antti says with a smile. “I like this new and improved version of you, Eero.”

 

“Okay…” Eero says ponderingly. “I never noticed it myself…”

 

“Don’t you need to get going, Tommi? You *do* want to catch your plane, don’t you? Please…. Get out of here!” Antti raises an arm and tries to shoe me from the kitchen table. “Move it.”

 

Looks like they don’t want me around, and although I didn’t expect Eero to tell me to leave, I will comply. Why? Because I believe he’s in control of the situation. This means I had better head home, pack a bag, and check in for the flight.

 

~~~

 

I sit down on a chair and wait for Finnair to open their service counter. I turned up too early, because I drove here like mad. Waiting, I get bored, and uncover my cell phone. It seems like I have two messages.

 

*Hey, Tommi, how late does your flight land exactly? I’ll pick you up at the airport! Love you, Juha.*

 

A smile forms on my face and I text a reply; *I’ll land around three thirty… Am looking forward to seeing you again…* I press send and draw in a deep breath. In a way, it feels surreal that I’m meeting up with Juha again. Even though our relationship grows stronger with each visit, I’m still afraid it might end abruptly.

 

The second message is from Jonne, which I should have known. I didn’t text him as he had asked and probably wants to find out this way.

 

*Tommi, tell me you’re going or else I need to find someone to kick your ass onto the plane.*

 

Yeah, that’s Jonne all right. I refuse to let him ruffle my feathers though. *I’m at the airport, waiting for check in to open… Satisfied?*

 

I put away my phone and get in line to check in. Once I’m also through the security check, I look for a quiet spot in the waiting area. My phone alerts me that I’ve received another message.

 

*They fixed my car, so I can drive us home… Do you mind having lasagna this evening? I just bought all ingredients. Have a safe flight – love, Juha.*

 

*Thanks, and lasagna is just fine… Love, Tommi.* I chuckle when I send that message. I sound like a love-sick teenager. I never was one though – too many bad experiences.

 

I put away the phone and get out the newspaper I bought earlier. Boarding should start within the next fifteen minutes, so I had better use my time well.

 

~~~

 

I’m always happy when I’ve got solid ground under my feet again. I descend the staircase and walk toward the small airport building. Looks like Oulu’s airport is just as small as Tampere’s!

 

I get my luggage and am happy it traveled along with me. It wouldn’t be the first time my luggage got lost. I look about once I’m near the exit and search for Juha. I don’t see him at first, but then someone waves at me and comes running toward me. A moment later, someone’s hugging me tight – someone with red hair – not the black I was looking for.

 

I blink in surprise, but when I recognize Juha’s green eyes, I realize the mistake I made. “Your hair,” is all I manage.

 

“Yes, I dyed it! The black was getting boring! Do you like it?”

 

It doesn’t matter much what color his hair is, but if he likes it better this way, I’m fine with it. “Looks great… You fooled me though – I was looking for black hair – not a redhead!” Juha’s all smiles and I can tell he’s really happy about the change.

 

“I can wear a wig, if you want that,” Juha jokes. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me outside. “That’s my car over there! My baby!”

 

Why am I not surprised to see him point at a red car? “You’re rather fond of red, aren’t you?” Juha grins and nods. I don’t mind though.

 

~~~

 

Being back at Juha’s place feels good. I like his apartment, and even more, his roof garden. “They fixed almost everything.” The garden is almost back to its original state.

 

“Some plants couldn’t be replaced… That’s why there are some empty spots, but they got plans to fill them up with other plants.” As I’m looking out of the window, my back’s turned toward Juha, who takes advantage of the situation by wrapping his arms around my waist. He rests his upper body against my back and sighs contently. “I’m glad you’re back. The place didn’t feel the same after you had left.”

 

I cover Juha’s hands with mine and rub his fingers. “Trust me, I’m happy to be back.” I turn in the embrace until I face him and study his eyes. “Juha, I’m not sure I can do this in the long run. I missed having you close during the week and now that I’m here, I hate the thought of having to leave again on Monday.”

 

“Then don’t think about it yet,” Juha advices. “We can sit outside for a while, maybe it will help you relax… Later on, I’ll try not to burn the lasagna and we’ll do whatever you want.”

 

“Whatever I want? That’s a quite a promise you’re making…” I raise an arm, caress his face, and allow for my fingers to slide through his hair.

 

“I’m not worried,” Juha replies. “I doubt you’ll want to fuck… which is what I would do… Knowing you, you’ll want to sit outside and stare at me!”

 

He might be right about that! “Well, I like to look at you.”

 

Juha however snorts at hearing that. “Tommi, you can look at me and touch me at the same time!”

 

“You’re pushy,” I say teasingly. I open the balcony doors, and although it’s chilly outside, I want to sit on the bench and relax. Right here, in Juha’s presence and in his little jungle, I can let go and be me.

 

“Not there…” Juha says as I head for the bench. “I’ve got something new and I think you’ll love it.”

 

Curiously I follow him and stare at the giant hammock in the corner. “When did you put that up?”

 

“My father did the other day… Do you like it?”

 

“Oh yes, I definitely do, but do you think it can sustain our weight?” It looks sturdy, hooked up to the wall, but I remain on my guard. I’m no lightweight and neither is Juha.

 

“I wouldn’t worry about it…” Juha slips into the hammock and grins diabolically. “Or are you afraid we’ll crash into the ground?”

 

Honestly? I’m worried, yes, but I won’t tell Juha that because he’s going to laugh at me. Cautiously, I lower myself into the hammock, but I didn’t count on Juha. He pulls at me and I tumble against him. Thankfully the hammock doesn’t collapse and sustains our weight. Juha pushes and pulls at me until he’s resting comfortably.

 

It’s a bit chilly and I can’t help shivering against Juha. His reaction is swift and effective; he reaches beneath him and uncovers a thick fleece blanket. I chuckle. “You’re well prepared!”

 

“I was out here yesterday and realized it was growing colder and so I got out the blanket…” Juha covers us and then settles down again. “It’ll grow dark shortly… Summer’s almost over and then winter will come back.”

 

Actually, I like winter, and this year, things will be different again. Last year, Eero joined the family – and later on Arttu, after a fashion. Hopefully this year, we can welcome Juha into the family. Suddenly, I think of something and though I feel a bit foolish about asking him this early, I still do. “Juha, would you like to spend Christmas in Tampere with me and my brothers?”

 

“You’re planning ahead!” Juha chuckles and turns toward me so we can look at each other. “Let’s wait and see… My parents count on me being there on Christmas Eve… My mother wouldn’t like it if I went missing.”

 

“Maybe you can join me on the twenty-fifth of December? That way you can spend time with your family and I don’t have to be with you during Christmas.”

 

“That might work,” Juha says and nods. “But it’s still months until Christmas and a lot can happen in that time.”

 

“Maybe you’ll have moved to Tampere by then.” Damn, that was a slip of the tongue and I offer Juha an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m going too fast.”

 

“Normally you accuse me of rushing things…”

 

The fact that Juha’s smiling reassures me; it’s time to change the subject though. “Didn’t you promise me food? Lasagna, if I remember correctly?”

 

“Yeah, I did… Are you hungry?” I nod and Juha leans in closer to kiss me on the lips. “In that case, we should move this to the kitchen…”

 

~~~

 

I watch Juha layering the lasagna and am overcome by a sense of peace and rightness. I’ve never had the chance to be much of a homely fellow. I’m on the road most of the time and to be spending time like this is new to me. Having someone like Juha in my life is new to me.

 

Juha puts the dish into the oven and then he turns toward me. I raise an arm and invite him over. He accepts, walks over to me, and promptly straddles my lap – the imp. I move a strand of red hair behind his ear and study him.

 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

 

“I’m trying to figure you out, but I’m afraid I’ll fail miserably… In a way, you’re a riddle to me, Juha.”