"Wait a moment, who's that?"

Chris Raab, whom I just call Raab, and I were in my room watching the tape I filmed at the West Chester University of Pennsylvania. It had been three days since I helped Jess move in, and considering school was going to begin after the weekend, Raab and I decided to stay up all weekend and act like idiots. It was, after all, our favourite past time.

"That's Brand's roommate," I explained, answering the question my best friend had asked about the silent guy in Brandon's room.

"He seems...eerie."

"That's one way you could put it. I dunno, he kept staring at me. Never said a word, though. It was as if I was there to hurt him."

"Weird."

"I know. Dunn said that he's quiet, and never speaks to anyone, and always sits in the back of classes. No one ever sees him elsewhere."

"Maybe Brand can find out why now."

I nodded, "I thought that too."

Personally, I had thought of finding out myself. Brand was an awesome guy and there would be no questions if I went to visit him. Even though I was only sixteen, and he was nineteen, we spent a lot of time hanging out when he came to see Jess. I had thought of going to his room often, and bringing my camera with me, like a reporter perhaps.

"Boys!" I heard April call up to us. "Dinner is ready."

Raab and I stood, and he left my room and I turned off my TV. Walking down the stairs, I could smell the meatloaf already. April was an amazing cook, I was lucky to have her for a mother. As well, as boring as she could be, she never truly punished Jess or me for any of the crazy stuff we did. We reached the kitchen, and without saying anything, grabbed our plates.

"Dude, your mom makes the best meatloaf," Raab stated as he sat on a couch in the living room, which was adjacent to the kitchen.

I sat across from him, saying, "I know. Lucky me."

After quickly stuffing my mouth, I asked, "So, are you pumped for school?"

"Hell no! I can't wait 'till I graduate."

"I will graduate this year," I said proudly.

"If you don't do something stupid and get yourself kicked out."

"You're more likely to than me."

He nodded in agreement. That was Raab. He was a troublemaker, and a sixteen year old alcoholic. If something didn't go his way, he drank; if something did go his way, in celebration, he drank. I didn't care either way. I would be lying if I said I never drank, but I didn't drink as much as Raab. He also did the stupidest stuff when drunk, you'd never believe he was real sometimes.

"I'm set on getting out of school. Then I can really make a living skateboarding."

"You could do that now!"

"Ape wants me to graduate before I pursue any career."

He shook his head, laughing, when I heard the phone ring. I picked up the closest one from the table beside me. "Hello?"

"Hello. Is there a Bam Margera there?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"You skateboard, am I correct? I saw one of your videos. You're talented."

"You think so?"

"I wouldn't be contacting you if I didn't think so."

I believed him, because it was true. It was then that I realized I had no idea who this was. "Excuse me," I asked, "But who is this?"

"My name is James Marsden. I work with Element. We would like it if you would not only wear our merchandise to advertise, but actually came to compete in some skateboarding competitions on our behalf."

I gaped, "Are you kidding me?"

"No sir, I am quite serious here."

"That's...amazing, sir. Can I have time to think about it, though?"

"Of course, we'll contact you again in two weeks."

Hanging up the phone, I could barely put together any words. Raab looked at me funny, his face still stuffed with food, so I tried to think of a way to say it. "Raab, buddy...I might be famous!"

He began to clap, unable to say anything because of his full mouth. It was an awesome offer, and I was tempted to take it. Actually, I would have taken it on the spot if I knew April wouldn't be mad about it. I had two weeks to ask her, and coax her into letting me do it. With school coming up, she was bound to say no, so I had to form a plan in my head, and quickly. Putting my plate on the table, I dashed upstairs quickly, and returned with my camera.

"Raab," I began, "Take this, and press record."

He did as I said, and with the camera facing me, I called out, "IMUNNA BE FAMOUS! GO BAM!"