Okay. Here it is, chapter 1 of my new story, Every Rose Has Its Thorns. If you've arrived on my fanfiction somehow, that obviously means you're a fan of Bam Margera's, like me. Congratulations, that means you're awesome and I love you. Now. I started writing this in, like, Easter time, which was about 8 months ago, I had the first chapter finished. And I just found this fic in a notebook in one of my bags, and I just HAD to continue it. So, if you see a difference in my writing between the first few chapters, that's why. Okay. I won't hold you much longer. I wanted to say that this fic takes place in 2002, in Los Angeles, California. When I had started this I had ignored the fact that Bam lives in West Chester, Pennsylvania, so it's sort of different than you expect. But Castle Bam will be there, along with the rest of the cast. It's a Bam/OC pairing, romance, comedy, stuff like that. A lot jam packed in here. I'll also probably make references to things that happened with bands, pop culture, stuff like that, that happened in like 2005. I'm not perfect, sorry. Now, read and review? (:
The plane rolled to a stop on the long, concrete runway. I can't believe I'm already here! My heart pounding at innumerable times a minute, I stepped off and took my first breath of California air. The beaches, palm trees, concert halls and boardwalks were a few of the first things that caught my eye in Los Angeles.
There's a few reasons why I moved here; work, freedom, warm weather and beaches, and to meet celebrities. I have a list two and a half pages FULL of famous people I want to meet before I die. And what better place to do it then to move where most of them live?
"Taxi!" I waved my arm in the air. The moving truck should be waiting at my house by now. A car pulled over, and I read off a sticky note my new address on Monroe Street. I handed him a $10 and we were off, and I zoned myself out of the horrible pop music coming out of the radio.
Once I got to my new place, the small beach villa looked to different all empty! When I went to the open house it was still furnished and fancy-like. Now you can see right through the glass walls straight to the ocean. I am so excited to decorate this place!
"Hello, Miss Allman." A small, middle-aged man hopped out of the moving truck.
I shook his hand and said, "Please, call me Emily. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," I apologized.
"Not a problem. We've only been here for about 10 minutes." Another man came out of the truck. "I'm Rob, and this is my buddy Paul."
Paul tipped his hat at me. "Okay, so do you wanna grab the smaller boxes and we'll get the heavier furniture?"
I nodded. "Sounds like a plan." The three of us strolled over to the 'trunk' of the car, and Rab was humming a song I'd recognize anywhere. Famous Last Words. "You listen to My Chemical Romance?"
Both of our faces lit up. "Oh my god. They're only one of the awesomest bands on this planet!"
I smiled, huge and dorky. "I have a tattoo," I said as I took off my gladiator sandal to reveal Helena's black roses on my ankle.
"That is so badass."
I laughed and grabbed a box, once I got my shoe back on. All 3 of us chatted about our interests and silly stuff, and I was almost sad when we were done.
"Bye guys! Thanks for the help!"
"Bye Emily!" They shouted in unison and I watched them drive off.
Once I got inside my home and shut the door, I did a hig pitched shriek and jumped around. The first thing I did was plug my iPod dock in on the granite kitchen counter.
I danced around as I organized the most important stuff, like the couch, dinner table, and fridge. As long as this stuff gets done, I'll be able to get out and explore the new town!
Hooking up the TV and setting up the internet was probably the hardest part, but I called my brother Max and he helped me out.
"Hey, Em! How's your move going?"
"Alright. Can you help me out with some stuff?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Technology. I don't understand it." And then he went into a very advanced explanation about cords and wireless connection, and frankly, I was just confused half the time. But I think my lack of responses gave him a hint, and he simply gave me color-coded instructions. Much simpler. "Thanks, big bro. I would've been sitting here hours trying to figure this out."
"No problem, Emily. Call me later. Good luck with your new place."
"I love you, Max. Bye." We hung up. I built up my dressers, put my clothes in, filled the kitchen cabinets, grabbed my notebook, and out the door I was. Literature school had been a pain, but it's gonna hopefully pay off soon. I'm working on my first zombie apocalypse novel, Infected, now. I hopped on my Element skateboard and headed for the boardwalk.
From swarming gossipers, to screaming fangirls, to the celebrities themselves, people were everywhere.
Propping my board up against a railing, I zipped my DC hoodie up and sat down on a bench absently. I flipped open my notebook and pressed the pen on the page.
"Hello," someone greeted me from across the bench. I know that voice. I look up and see that it's not just anyone, it's the very first person on my list: Bam Margera.