"Hello," he repeated, smiling.
I could barely choke out a "Hi," when I started to blush like an idiot.
Thankfully, the tension in my chest lifted quicker than I would've expected. "I'm Bam."
"I know. I'm Emily."
That smirk stayed on his face the entire time.
"I, uh, love your shows," I stammered. Smooth move, Emily.
His grin turned into a light, melodic laugh and he thanked me.
We actually sat here talking for about 20 minutes! Who would have known that someone so psychotic and famous could be such a cool, normal guy outside of filming?
Eventually, Bam said, "I have to go, we're gonna do a few skits tonight."
My heart dropped. "It was nice talking to you."
"One more thing before I go." He took my notebook and wrote something on the back page. I took it back. "I'll see you later, Emily!"
I smiled and waved, and opened to the back of my notebook. He had given me his autograph- and his phone number! That can not be real. It's probably a prank for the show. I looked back at him, now almost invisible through everyone else on the boardwalk. There wasn't any camera men around, either.
I thought of myself, with my cat-like eyeliner in jet black, platinum blonde hair, always pin-straight traveling halfway down my back, and blue-green eyes. Not to mention the tattoos scattered on my arms. I guess I could be considered Bam's type, but he's never fall for some ordinary girl like me, could he?
Sorry chapter 2 was so short! It just felt like a good place to end it there. Chapter 3 is gonna be up tonight too! :D