-1 Well, to start this off. My name is Hayley Delia, I'm a twenty three year old girl, whose heart has been broken.

My occupation is a magazine interviewer, I work for the Celebrity Café, which started out as an online demand magazine, and then where I live, in New York, they decided to actually start printing it. My boss, Chris, would pick a random celebrity, and then book an interview with him or her. He'd never tell me who I was going to be speaking with, always making me find out on my own. A few weeks before my birthday in January I had gone to work, and my interview was with none other then Bam Margera.

I almost died when him, Ryan Dunn, Brandon Dicamillo and Brandon Novak walked into the office. No way in hell had Chris done this for me.

Ever since Bam's latest show, 'Unholy Union' I had been wanting to interview him, I had been a big fan of his for quite awhile. I loved watching the Jackass movies, TV series, and Viva La Bam. I found it amusing, that such things happened though I always thought it was just an act they put on for the camera.

So that's how we meant. The interview went very well, I told them it would be out next month if they cared to check it out. I couldn't help but stare at Bam a few extra moments every time I glanced at him. My best friend and I, we worked together, and lived in an apartment together. Yeah, I wouldn't get through right now without her. Good old Alexandrea. Drea, or Alex for short.

As soon as the crew left the room, Drea came barging in and attempted to question me, which I just rolled my eyes. "He's married." Was all I said.

"Not as of last week!" She squealed.

I raised an eyebrow at my friend, "Are you sure that's not just gossip?" I asked, being that I worked at the magazine, there was always some celebrity breaking up, going out, ect being thrown around the office. I figured she had just heard it, and believed it. Drea was extremely gullible, though she'd never admit it.

"YES!" She said, rather obnoxiously as we had just left my office and were walking towards the break room. A few employees gave us a stare, but we ignored it, most were used to our loudness. "Missy came on the radio this morning and said that they were over, she said she couldn't take Bam's 'craziness' and 'he didn't respect her at all'." She paused and shook her head. "He's BAM MARGERA of course he's crazy!" She exclaimed as she entered the break room, and grabbed a Styrofoam cup and poured the black substance into it. She drank her coffee black, blech, I drank mine with a little cream. Sometimes sugar, if I was in the mood. But black? Ew. Anyway, back to how I ended up getting my heart broken.

We continued our conversation, and she ended up stating that 'Bam Margera is totally into you.'

She got this from me saying that we kept looking at each other, our eyes caught for a few seconds, and then one of us would look away.

I retorted with 'Drea, he just got DIVORCED, to his child hood sweetheart, somehow I doubt he wants to go out with someone already."

"Not only go out with you, maybe he wants to hang out, and like chill… and then you guys can… I don't know, be friends maybe?" She suggested.

"Yeah, change the story now that you realize I'm right Drea." I teased her and shook my head.

"Yeah, whatever, think what you please Hayl, I'm going to go clock out."

"Yeah, me too." We then exited the break room, heading for the little time panel and punching out cards out. Eight hours each. I got paid 12.50$ an hour, her 12.00$ an hour. Not bad for writing articles, and taking photographs.

I also had quite a sum of money sitting in my bank account, from dear old dad who had passed away three years ago of a drug overdose. He had left it to me in his will, saying he was 'Sorry he wasn't around for me enough.' Whatever. His choice. I was over that, since I was sixteen. My mom was around for me, and she's all I needed. I had this job more because I loved writing. I also wrote in my lap top once in awhile, well, almost every day, kind of a journal type ordeal.

We then had left the building, going to my car. A black SUV, my baby, I loved it. Drea immediately went for my CD case, holding over a hundred Cds, all mixed burnt ones. My ipod also lay on the seat, underneath my coat I kept in there, more to hide the Ipod then anything. I picked both up, the ipod had been plugged into the stereo system, and being that Drea already had the CD collection out and kicking I might as well put the ipod away. I tucked it away into the side of my purse, when a knock on my window, scart the shit out of me.

My other friend Corey was standing outside of my window. "Yoo, Hayl!" He exclaimed, I hadn't seen Corey in a month or so, he was attempting to go pro with his skateboarding career, and was off doing gigs for Element.

She grinned, stepping out of the car, and hugging him. Corey was around my height, a few inches taller … Actually he was Bam's height. Almost exactly.

Drea had also gotten out of the car and joined in the hug, making it a group effort to crush Corey as much as we could.

"Heey, Listen, I got to gig tonight with Element, and I want you guys to come!" He told us, and we both glanced at each other, and made him think we were actually considering not going. "Awh, Guys c'mon!"

We both giggled and I finally exclaimed "Of course we're going to go Core!"

He smirked, and handed us a piece of paper, with an address on it. "I'll be looking for you too!" He said, and jogged off to a car full of guys with skateboards, who beeped and then drove away.

Drea and I had spent the rest of the day, deciding what to wear, trying to find out how to act, and the rest of the bullshit involving girls going out. Finally around six thirty that night we were reading. I was dressed in a simple black tank top, with rather tight fitting light blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Drea had gone for a green -- lime green, wife beater and a pair of dark blue jeans. Both of us wore our hair straight, mine was an auburn color and reached to the top of my breasts. Drea's was right at her shoulders. Both of us also wore a little black eyeliner and mascara, we didn't go too overboard with make-up, almost ever, because we never had the time. While we drove -- well I drove -- Drea controlled the music. She blasted CKY's 'Close Yet Far', as we pulled into the parking lot.

Once out of the car, we searched around for Corey, but gave up, figuring he was already getting ready to perform some stunt or whatever. We took a seat in the bleachers, and chatted until the show began.

That's when I saw him again.

Mr.Margera.

He was first up, and greeted the crowd happily, which the crowd cheered and screamed for. I watched him skate, more amazed I was seeing him again then at how good he was, though he was good. I watched the rest of the show, my mind more focused on seeing my celebrity crush then anything. I couldn't believe of all people I had interviewed him, and then Corey had come out of nowhere and invited me here to see him again. It was all just a coincidence to me then, but now I know that this was meant to happen so that my heart could be broken.

As I sit here and write this all down, I wonder why I'm doing this, I mean its just making me reflect back on it, and become more hurt then I already am, but I guess I should continue. Maybe I'll continue later, maybe tomorrow. Right now I can't write anymore, I just need to watch some old movies and get a tub of ice cream and cry. Sorry.