A/N; Heeey! It's Ivy and Aries here, and we're starting a fanfiction together! If you're interested in it, then great! It's a huge bundle of fanfictions. It's a Gerard Way, Bam Margera, AND The Amityville movies all pieced into one. Hope you love the first chapter! (Ivy writes chapter 1, Aries 2, Ivy 3, etc etc.)

Ivy's POV

Bam sat back in the driver's seat of the moving truck and exhaled deeply. I looked at my fiance. He's gorgeous, with his shaggy dark hair, always under a hat of some sort, beautiful blue eyes, and, don't judge me for saying it, amazing body. He's 21, and I just turned 21, too. He's got tattoos on his arms, on his side and frontal waist, and on his wrist he has a heart. He tells me it's for me all the time. I have the tattoo up his side matching on my right upper arm. We're the perfect couple, moving into this old, huge house. It's a big responsibility, I'm pretty nervous to be honest. I sighed.

"You ready to start unpacking and get this shit over with?" Bam said casually, not opening his eyes. He rubbed at his face, we've been driving this thing for hours anyway.

"Yeah, I guess so." I opened the passenger door right before Bam tried to lock it on me. I laughed. "Quit it, you'll lock the stuff in the back!"

"And?" He has the most amazing voice. I could listen to it for days straight.

"And, if you lock our shit in there," I pointed at the back of the truck. "then we won't be able to get any of it out!"

He smiled. I melted inside. Why am I the luckiest girl on the face of the Earth? "Okay, fine. Go open the thingy, I'll be right there."

"Whatever!" I talked like a hillbilly. I walked the perimeter of the U-Haul truck until I reached the back, clueless on how to open the huge sliding door. I turned the handle, and it flew open; dangerously fast. I shrieked.

Bam came running toward me. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah." I ran my fingers through my hair. "It just went up really fast. I wasn't expecting it."

"Ivy, don't scare me like that!" He pulled me into a kiss. I put my hands on his cheeks, and he placed his on my waist.

I giggled and pulled away. I bit at my lip. "We have to unpack," I said reluctantly.

He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Fine, whatever." He said like a dramatic teenage girl.

I grabbed a couple of the light boxes and stacked them on top of each other, carrying them up the porch steps and into the patio room in the front. This wrapped all the way around the place, heading out to a boat house in the back. I wonder if we'll get any use for it, since Bam and I only skateboard. Eh, whatever. I put the boxes on the floor, and went back for a second trip. "Babe, where's the keys?"

"Right here," Bam said, walking past me with the keys in his hand.

"Open the door, then!" I laughed. "We gotta get in there."

"I think you forgot a word in that sentence, 'it'."

At first I was confused. It? oh. We could get it in there. "Bam! Shut up! The entire neighborhood doesn't wanna hear that the day we move in!"

"Yea they do," he giggled. I turned back around and grabbed a few more boxes. I found my way past the staircase and to the left into the living room, and put some of the boxes on the floor. Bam went back outside, and I opened up one of the boxes out of curiosity. I pushed my hair behind my ear, and blew the dust off my old high school scrapbook. I opened it to the first page, and it was signed by all of my buddies. That's from when Bam and I were just best friends, I remember. He signed his name huge- but upside down. Yep, that's Bam for you alright.

"Watcha looking at?" Bam said over my shoulder.

"Just our old high school scrapbook. I still have it!"

"I have mine somewhere, too. I'd have to dig it out of one of these boxes though, but I don't feel like that right now anyway, so let's grab more stuff!"

I sighed and put the book back and resealed the box shut. I followed Bam out into the front yard. There was a couple of little kids playing in the front yard across the street, kicking a soccer ball around. Bam took no notice of them, as if they weren't even there, but I didn't really mind. I'm not just seeing things. That's ridiculous. Whatever.

"Babe, grab these two, and I'll get the last few, then we're done!" he smiled brightly.

I grabbed the boxes, and they're heavy as shit, and hauled them inside. I plopped down on the couch, which we just put in the middle of the floor. "Where are we starting?"

"I don't know, just start tearing shit open!" He ripped open a box, but then stopped. "Do you wanna do that part, and I can like, set up the TV or something?"

I nodded. "Sure, if you don't mind. It'll go by faster then."

"I don't care. It's not like it's hard or something."

I laughed, my perverted little brain getting a kick out of what Bam just said. I smirked a little and started tearing open packages with my small pocket knife. I took out a few small red candles, and put them on the wooden bar over the fire place. I guess that'll do for now. Okay, next box, full of clothes, and so is the next one. One's mine, and one's Bam's. Reasonable.

"What's in that one?" Bam pointed to a small box in the corner.

"I don't fucking know!" I walked over to where the box lay, between the hinges of the huge archway into the foyer. I opened it, and inside were a bunch of piles of pictures. I looked through them, they're from since we were little babies and didn't even know each other, to as recent as last month. "Wow, babe, these are our pictures from like, forever ago, to this day! There's a million in here!"

I heard a whispering, I thought it was Bam. "What, babe?"

He looked up curiously from his work on the TV. "I didn't say anything. What's in the box, did you say?"

"You said something, I heard it. You said something in a whisper, but I couldn't hear you, maybe it was the kids across the street kicking the ball in our yard or something. Yeah, that's probably it. Just, pretend I haven't been blabbering for the past twenty seconds babe."

He laughed. "Okay, Ivy."

I smiled and went through the pictures. I was checking out the ones from ore recently, when I heard a faint noise. A ticking, coming from the bedroom upstairs. Then I heard something that sounding like the floor creaking. I heard it come from the bedroom, into the upstairs hallway, down the entire staircase, and it seemed to 'walk' right up to where I was sitting. I felt a breeze, and I screamed. "Holy mother of God!" I ran and did a ninja-jump over the couch, and landed hiding behind it.

"What happened, babe?" Bam asked casually, laughter in his voice.

"I swear something just ran at me! But there's nothing there! Bam, you gotta believe me! It got this close to my face!" I ran up, really, really close to Bam's face. "This close," I whispered.

"Well, rest assured, there's nothing to be afraid of. We just got here, maybe it was a breeze. See, you left the door open." He pecked my forehead and went to shut the door. "And, if there is, I'll be here to protect you."

"Oh, Bam!" I ran up to him, and leaped into his arms, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him tenderly. He kissed me back, and grabbed my thighs, keeping me from falling. I kissed harder, putting my hands on his cheeks. He opened his mouth, and I bit at his top lip lightly. I allowed his tongue in, and he grazed around my mouth, waiting for me to return the favor. I swear my tongue slid across his as mine entered his mouth, but neither of us seemed to notice. He carried me in his arms over to the couch, and I was now straddling his lap. We took deep, quick gasps in the kisses, rubbing our hands all over each other in the most provocative ways. He started to lift up my shirt, but I grabbed his hand and slid it back down to my waist.

"What's wrong?" Bam said, still keeping his mouth on mine.

I smiled. "Nothing, but we can't just have sex in our living room, we didn't even put the blinds up yet! Maybe later."

Bam laughed. "Promise?"

I climbed off his lap and sat down next to him. I cuddled my head into his chest and said, "I promise. Bam, I think I'm gonna like it here; alone with you."

A/N: IVY IS SUCH A GOOD WRITER :D ha ha ha ha Ivy wrote that. PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! IT MEANS A LOT! ~Ivy.