"I don't know man…she's so fucking sheltered." Bam said, lying comfortably on the living room couch. It was the following afternoon, Missy went out for shopping and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

Ryan turned on the TV and passed through channels.

After a long annoying silence Ryan sighed, raising his shirt and caressing his full stomach. "Relax man, she'll call you for sure. You're fucking Bam Margera, no chick says no to you."

Bam smiled to himself, it was nice to get a positive reinforcement again.

"I don't think so…she…she's not into this whole fame thing…I'd like to know her better…to talk to her, seriously…" Bam said, shrinking his eyes a little bit and bending forward.

He put his elbows on his knees and his chin between his palms, staring blankly at the screen, thinking about her face, thinking about her uproarious laughter from last night.

"This is the gayest thing I've ever heard!" Ryan called out worried. "Seriously man, what the hell are you talking about? You're freaking me out…" Ryan mumbled and walked into the kitchen to grab some beer.

Bam heard his talking fading away as Emily's voice inside his head repeated itself again and again, and the outside world no longer existed, only the will to see her once more.

"Hey Bam, I got this huge idea! You gotta listen to it…" Ryan's voice came out dimmed and weak. Bam just shook his head, keeps sinking in his mind.

"Bam!" Ryan roared, cutting off Bam's daydreaming.

"What?" Bam yelled back, alarmed by the scream.

"I got this fucking brilliant idea, it bumped into my mind randomly!" Ryan said enthusiastically. "Mhum…" Bam tried to put on his most interested expression.

"Let's build a fucking mini film theater in your parents' bedroom and put on sex tapes all night long!" Ryan called out excitedly, a cunning smile spreading on his face.

"Nah." Bam frowned and walked out of the house pensively.

"Bam, where the fuck are you going to?" Ryan yelled as he saw Bam stepping towards the woods that were a mile from his isolated mansion.

Bam turned around and walked towards wondering Ryan, "Bam what the hell…you're scaring me!" Ryan yelled when he saw Bam's gaze moving around obsessively.

Suddenly he started to run towards the back yard and came back with his board. He put it on the ground and rolled towards the woods. When he was 10 feet from the trees and far from Ryan he grabbed the board and walked into the forest.

He tried to clear his head but nothing helped, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs but he knew this wouldn't help much neither.

Bam decided to turn and walk towards the right side of the forest, he went further and further 'till he could hear cars passing from time to time on the highway that led to the center.

Bam put down his board on the sideway and started skating, he didn't know where he was going to, or why, but he loved the feeling of drifting away on the almost abandoned highway.

A vehicle stopped on the other side of the road, he was heading to the opposite direction. "Bam!" a feminine voice sounded, piercing his peace of mind.

Bam diverted his look slightly and saw Emily standing next to the car. She was wearing a black casquette hat, grey wave dress with black tights from underneath. Emily looked to her left and to her right and then crossed the road towards him.

"Hey." He said surprisingly. "Cute outfit by the way." He mocked.

"Thanks. You can actually tell it's not me huh?" Emily said bitterly, playing with her fingers nervously.

Bam looked at her pensively. "They are Joanna's. She wanted me to look pretty." Emily explained.

"Oh, right." Bam nodded and laughed.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked rapidly.

"Were on our way to some friends of my parents, I saw you skating on the edge so I asked them to pull over." She explained, feeling uncomfortable to know that her mom and dad were watching them.

"No brothers or sisters?" Bam said after giving a quick look on their back seat area.

"Nope, just me." She said simply.

"So why do you have to look nice today? A date?" Bam interested even though he was pretty worried about her answer.

"Yeah, sort of..." Emily twitched her mouth.

Bam's eyes widened, Emily smiled as she noticed his weird expression. "Just this guy…the son of their friends, she likes to play the matchmaker." Emily grumbled and turned to look at them.

He missed hearing her voice again, it felt so good with no sound around, no engines nor music - only her clear voice in his ear.

"Anyway, I just really wanted to say thanks about last night. Now I'm kinda grounded because my mom caught me and she knows I was drinking too…-" Emily mumbled anxiously.

"Wait a second." Bam cut her off, furrowing.

"How old are you exactly?" he asked carefully, his heart pumping hard in his chest.

"Eighteen." Emily gulped.

Bam released a breath that he was holding inside, relaxing upon memorizing that number.

"So what's the problem?" he asked confused.

"It's kinda the…'you live under my roof, you live by my rules' thing…" Emily said quietly as if they were listening.

"Right…" Bam nodded.

"Well, if your parents are making any troubles you can always come over to my house." He smiled kindly.

Emily laughed out, so he laughed as well.

The car twittered and her mother opened the window. "Come on Emily! We're gonna be late!" the short-haired woman roared.

Bam looked at her, she gave him back a repulsive look.

"Does she know who I am?" he asked and waved at her.

"Yeah I think she saw a part of your movie as well." Emily waved at her mom with a fake smile too.

"Oh shit." Bam smiled innocently, standing stiff.

"Get inside the car right now young lady!" Her mother yelled once more.

"Wow. Your mother is even bitchier than my mom." Bam nodded impressively.

Emily became serious, she turned on Bam that was pretty amused. "Don't say this kinda stuff about my mom. You don't know her." Emily irritated a little.

Bam quieted.

"I'm sorry, I have to go now, bye Bam." Emily said quickly and gave a final look into his eyes, she turned and crossed the road. He watched her helplessly getting back into the car and they drove at the opposite direction.

The feeling that has left in him was so bitter-sweet. He was happy to see her again, especially because he knew she wasn't gonna call him, not ever. So this was like the last goodbye to him. But he knew she was gonna see this other guy, and she looked amazing, he was so jealous…

He hated to stand there and just wonder about her.

He hated to feel so damn helpless, not being able to be with her and just get to know her.

He hated to feel so unlucky, like a total loser. He hated to want something that he knows he can not have.

This was all very new to him. But the harder he thought about that, the more he wanted Emily, and the more he was willing to sacrifice in order to get what he wants.

The next day

Bam opened his eyes as the burning sun sent its rays from the window straight upon his face.

He turned to lie on the side and looked at the digital watch that was on the drawer. The hour was 11:50, he jumped out of bed into the bathroom and washed his face. He brushed his teeth and slipped on his skate shoes.

Bam saw in his cellphone a reminder for a photoshoot he's supposed to do today. Underneath the cellphone was a white note. Bam flipped the note open and saw in big black letters:

"Bammie,

I'm sorry, I guess you need some time with yourself, so I'll be staying at my parents' summerhouse. You know where and how to find me once you'll decide.

Missy."

For a moment, Bam felt bad about Missy and her whole leaving and moving out thing. But as that moment passed, the second thing Bam thought about was Emily in his house – sitting on the couch at the living room, having a romantic dinner with him, even candles and all that shit.

Bam smiled wickedly. But how is he gonna bring Emily over? All he knows is where she lives and…that's it, and he couldn't just show up at her door, or could he? Nah.

He was forced to put Emily aside for a few hours as his cellphone rang. "Hello?" Bam said after flipping the silver phone open.

It was from the photoshoot production, they wanted to make sure he's gonna be there by 13:00.

Bam put on his razorblade kiss t-shirt and a sweater of HIM, he grabbed a random pair of blue jeans from the built in closet's shelve and put it on quickly. He had to take into consideration the time it'll take to get there, it was almost 2 hours of driving and if he wouldn't hurry up he's gonna be late for sure.

On his way, about 4 miles away from his house, he passed by the local high school. He looked around and saw Emily crossing the gate. He wanted to pull over but he couldn't, cause he was sure he's gonna be late already.

The photoshoot was very long and took hours. The models changed outfits for the fifth time as Bam took a break and went outside to get a drink. "So…having fun?" the director came up to Bam as he stood at the corridor, outside the hall where the location of the photoshoot was.

"Hell yeah." Bam smirked and took a swing from the bottle. "Good. How are the girls?" the director interested politely. "They are super cool…this production's really professional. I'm very happy with it, and they are fucking hot!" Bam replayed enthusiastically, even now he couldn't believe that Playboy loved the photoshoot he did with his wife and hired him to do another photoshoot of Playboy bunnies.

"I love your work Bam, I can't wait to see the final production and present it to Huge Hefner." The blond female director said joyfully and smiled with her Botox lips.

"Thanks, I'm looking forward to it as well." He nodded with a satisfied look.

"The models are gonna be ready in a few minutes, and we've changed the room abit too, you know…to give some diversity to the photos…so…finish your drink and I'll meet you inside." She said and winked with a grin, then walked off. Bam wondered if she was hitting on him, but that stupid thought vanished from his mind and he came up with a brilliant idea that had nothing to do with the shoots, it was about Emily.