Hello everyone! I'm glad I found motivation for this story and can only hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

I do not own anything Margera, Jackass, HIM, CKY or anyonelanything mentioned within this story.

Also, I began this story years ago and was very OCD about my research and making sure things aligned correctly but I have lost those notes.

If things don't seem to add up, my apologies. Also I use the word translator, I am NOT fluent in Romanian so if anyone is and sees something misspelled please don't hesitate to let me know.

One last thing - When I first created our main character, though she isn't a bougie type of person, she is really into fashion and works within that industry so if there is too much attention to detail with her outfits that is why.

To actually see the outfits in mind you can check them out at Polyvore : xogenesislovee-1 . polyvore . c o m

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Thank you!


It was the morning before my flight and to say I was anxious was an understatement. I rested against the island in my kitchen, absently scrolling through all the pretentious emails and slowly eating a bowl of steaming porridge that was prepared as soon as I rolled out of bed. I spent the last few days working non-stop to ensure my schedule would be cleared for the week ahead. My assistant, Georgiana, was beyond excited to have a small vacation despite the circumstances and had been rescheduling appointments like a mad woman. Now with nothing else to do but pack, my mind couldn't help but continuously wander.

I pushed my bowl aside, no longer interested in the hearty breakfast and with a sigh, I placed my phone onto the counter. I trooped into my room with a fake determination and began to get my things together, grabbing a suitcase from the top shelf of the closet and delving into my wardrobe within my mind. I sat on the ground and unzipped the case, noticing my hands give a slight shake. Tears randomly began to threaten their way down my face and I huffed, running my freshly manicured fingers through my hair.

Grief couldn't help but enclose me it its embrace and so did guilt. Years have passed and the fact that this was how we would all reunite ate away at me. I stared at my hands that were now placed palm up on my lap, tears falling like raindrops, one by one within them. After a few moments, I warily shook my head and stood up to head towards the kitchen and grab my mobile device. Switching the Bluetooth option on, the surround sound instantly connected. I played the current playlist and went on to begin packing.

By the time I was finished packing and making sure the apartment was spotless, it was just about time for me to head to bed. Two suitcases, one duffle bag and a bookbag later. As I set the luggage by the door, a guitar solo blasted through the speakers causing a small smile to grace my face as I pulled my locks back into a ponytail and walked leisurely towards the picture that sat on my bureau. I grabbed it tenderly, looking over it again. With a gentle caress, my fingertips were on Dunn's face but my eyes were quickly diverted to the tall handsome man besides Bam.

"You can't escape the wrath of my heart, beating to your funeral song."

I put the photo back down as Ville's voice continued to echo hauntingly throughout the apartment. With closed eyes, I listened intently. My heart swelling with every dip of his voice and every shortness of breath. All those years ago, when Bam was first starting out in the fame world, our life had literally turned into a roller coaster. We were all just a bunch of 'hooligans' skateboarding around town and causing as much mischief as possible but when the fame came, so did Ville soon after. Bam was out of town doing some skate demo and came back with all the excitement in the world. Shortly after, Ville came to visit the castle and that's when I met him. Til' this day, I will never be sure how he felt, but the minute we had locked eyes, I was entranced by the pull of his gaze. We were constantly made fun of because of the natural connection we had as friends but the love I had truly bubbling for him was always unrequited, for he was a man already in love and I had to accept the growing loneliness.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as my glossy orbs looked up towards the ceiling, fighting back tears for the millionth time this week. I grabbed my phone off the bed and turned the Bluetooth setting off.

"Waiting for your kiss to take me back hom-"

'Enough.' Walking back to the bureau, I delicately grabbed the frame and decided to take it with me. After wrapping it up in some old newspapers, I gently stuffed it within my duffle bag and gave a silent prayer that it wouldn't break or I lose my luggage completely during the long flight. With a small huff and my hands firmly on my hips, I gave my room a once over, and with a small feeling of satisfaction, I grabbed my black satin pajamas and headed to the shower. Mentally preparing myself for what lies ahead.

When my alarm went off at four in the morning all I could do was groan. The damned contraption kept on with its obnoxious shrill cry until I finally rolled over and shut it off. I laid there in silence for a moment, mind running in three-sixty circles before I ran my hands over my face. I reached over towards the night stand once more for my phone, my arms gliding lazily across the satin sheets. Pulling the device off the charger, I sent Ape a quick text.

"Good morning, Ape. It's about 4 am here so I'm assuming it's 9 pm over there! I'm on the way and should arrive in Philly around 6:30pm tomorrow. See you then!"

Once it was sent, I tossed my phone aside and got ready. I had put my outfit together last night to save me time, grabbing the folded heap off the bureau and heading to the bathroom. Throwing the black, cold shoulder, sweater on over my head; my arms carefully going into the sleeves as my hands then grabbed hold of the ends of the sweater, pulling it down over my toned abdomen. Unfolding the jogger pants, I threw them on next before redoing the now messy braid I had put my hair in the night before.

As I finished preparing in the bathroom, my phone let off a little jingle signaling a text message. Stepping out the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, I went towards it. Seeing it was a message from Georgiana,

"Au un zbor în condiţii de siguranţă! Încercaţi să facă cele mai bune din această situaţie."( Have a safe flight! Try to make the best out of this situation)

With a struggled grin, I replied, "Multumesc, voi. Încercaţi să nu a lua into orice păstrăv." (Thank you, I will. Try not to get into any trouble.)

Looking at the time, I pattered back into the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth before I quickly called a cab. Gathering my things, I took them by the door one by one, shutting all the lights off in my wake. I looked around one last time and with another jingle of my phone, I looked down upon it.

"Can't wait, Hun. – Ape."

For half the flight, I was trying hard to not panic over the time difference. With the two-hour difference between Romania and Portugal and then the five-hour difference from Portugal to Boston, I was left utterly confused and slightly exhausted. I can't even bring up the annoyance of going through customs. The layover time between Boston and Philly gave me enough time to change out of my current outfit and into one more presentable. With a quick text to Ape,

"Good afternoon! In Boston now, boarding again around 4:20 and as of now there are no delays! See you soon."

I decided to grab something to eat before changing, killing some time before having to board again and giving silent thanks that the times won't change anymore. Having not traveled for ten years really left me bent out of shape.

Being that tourist, I walked around the airport after my meal, looking at all the mini shops and purchasing a few essentials here and there. When there was only thirty minutes left to board, I made my way to the bathroom and went into the handicap stall. I placed my backpack onto the coat hanger behind the door and removed the articles of clothing within, placing them onto the makeshift shelf of the toilet paper dispenser. After removing my gold Stella McCartney platform derby shoes from the bottom of the bag and putting them on the floor, I reached for the burgundy pleated top and unfolded it cautiously. Taking the jewelry out one by one and placing them on top of the folded black high-waisted distressed short jeans, before hanging the top and removing my current one. I grabbed my Cavan necklace and body chain tenderly, so they don't tangle from the assortment and placed it over myself, putting on the pleated top over that. Placing the rest of my bracelets and rings on before dazzling my ears with some Versace embellished earrings gave me clearance to replace my joggers with my shorts.

As I took a quick glance at the time and noticing I only had about fifteen minutes left, I scrambled my things together, throwing them haphazardly into my bag and slipped my shoes on before exiting the stall with my bag over my shoulder. I stopped at one of the mirrors and undid my braid, fluffing my hair up as I unconsciously puckered my lips. Once the newly developed waves fell into place I took a deep sigh and stared hard into my reflection.

"The flight to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is now boarding."

'Here we go.'

Relief wasn't the only thing bubbling through my chest when the last plane of the day finally landed as the nerves from before came back full throttle. The flight from Boston only lasted about two hours and throughout that time I was a mound of anxiousness and couldn't stop fiddling in my seat. When I approached baggage claim, I took my cell phone off Airplane mode and immediately received a text from April.

"I'm here with Missy! – Ape."

And with a shaky reply, "Great, just made it to baggage claim."

I slipped the phone into my back pocket before bringing my fingers up to my hair, tentatively tucking some behind my ear and giving out a slight exhale through my nose before going on the quest to find my luggage.

After I gathered everything and made my way towards the exit, I stopped for just a minute to get myself together. With another deep breath and a tight grip on my suitcases, I walked out and immediately spotted April and Missy standing at a far corner both sporting baseball hats and sunglasses. I hurriedly walked over to them, being careful not to draw any attention their way as tears began to sting the corner of my eyes. April had turned her head towards my direction once I got closer and gasped as she pulled at Missy's arm to get her attention. She let go and rushed over to me and once we were just mere inches apart I let go of my luggage and met Ape the rest of the way with my arms opened wide. The minute we embraced, a silent sob escaped me, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Her embrace was one of a loving mother, strong and warm. The familiarity of it made my chest tighten even more and as she rubbed circles against my back, I buried my head into the crook of her neck. She silently shushed me for a few moments and waited until I was a little more composed before pulling me back at arm's length and softly cupping my face.

"You look so much like your mother now. Beautiful. I am so glad you were able to make it, dear."

"So am I," I replied with a small twitch of my lips. I placed my hands over hers and gently removed them as I turned to face Missy, who was currently guarding my bags. She sent a small smile my way and I waved in return, "It's nice to see you again, Missy."

Missy and I weren't the best of friends, considering I was closer to Bam's ex fiancé, Jenn, before I had left. Despite that, Missy was pretty much around most of the time and we still held a mutual respect for the other growing up.

"Alright, let's head on over to the Castle. We haven't told Bam exactly who was coming to stay, just that it was a distant relative." April grabbed my hand as I reached for one of the suitcases as Missy brought along the rest of my stuff.

"That's nice, Ape. Put me up front with the raw emotions, that's cool."

We walked in front of the sliding doors, a gust of wind blowing my hair out of my face as we walked outside. It was a beautiful sunny day and I took a deep breath, taking in the split serenity as a slight breeze whipped around us. As we approached a double-parked SUV, Phil made his way from around the driver's side and I choked back a sob; refusing to cry again in such a short amount of time. April let go of my hand as Phil gathered me up into a bear hug then setting me down, "It's been such a long time, Belle."

"Too long," I replied.

"Phil, can you put her things in the back so we can get going. It's getting a little crowded."

I stepped away from the luggage as Phil nodded and reached for it. Glancing around, I noticed that more flights must have arrived for the evening as people began scattering around, searching for their loved ones. My eyes landed on Missy who gave me a polite smile and jerked her head towards our vehicle, I smirked and made my way into the SUV. The smirk dropping from my face immediately once Phil hopped back into the driver's side and put his seat belt on.

A few minutes of April's vulgarity and Phil's building frustration and we were officially out of airport grounds and on our way to Castle Bam.

"I really am relived you were able to make it, Belle. It's definitely going to lift some spirits. Mostly everyone is staying at the castle, they feel that it's a better idea to be together during this time."

My emerald gaze lingered outside the window as April's voice, now a lot lighter than it was just moments ago, traveled to my ears from the passenger seat. "I'm nervous, Ape."

"I know, Hun. It's only normal to be."

About thirty minutes had passed before we finally reached the gates to the castle. My chest heaved as I took a deep breath, feeling a hand resting upon my shoulder. I turned beside me and saw Missy giving me a reassuring smile and I returned it. We pulled into the back and got out one by one.

"You go on ahead, dear. We'll take care of your things." Phil gave me a gentle smile and I nodded, pushing my hair over my shoulder as I subconsciously bit my lip.

"I'll go with you," Missy offered as she pulled her sunglasses off, "We'll go in through the kitchen since everyone is going to be either down there or by the dining area, that way if you get too overwhelmed, you can blame it on the jet-lag and go right upstairs."

I shot her a look of relief and we made our way to the sliding entrance doors, muffled voices coming from the other side. She slid the door open and my hands instantly became clammy, the rings feeling as if they would slide off at any moment. I froze as I watched Missy take a step inside, she called out, "We're back!"

Then, with another step, she was within the doors and a shiver of panic ran through my body, as if my blood was turning into ice. Her head turned to look at me, "come on." She said gently.

"Who are you talking to?" The voice sounded unnervingly familiar and could only belong to one man.

Mustering up the courage, I shook the nerves out and inhaled. As I stepped forward, I exhaled, and as I stepped into the other side I blinked hard before facing forward. And as I slowly turned, the room fell into a deathly silence. I kept my gaze unto the ground until I was facing the small crowd head on, then I looked up slowly.

There stood Bam, in all his untamed glory, mouth agape and exhausted eyes wide.

"Anabelle?"