"Happy birthday!"

It was the day I turned seventeen, being one of the youngest people already in my grade at school, and barely anyone was there to celebrate. April and Phil were there, of course, but it was quite lonely. Luckily for me, Raab invited himself over and burst in my room as I was reading, wishing me a happy birthday. Despite getting my wish, I still longed for someone else to be there.

"Thanks."

He walked closer, concern on his face, "What's the matter, Bam? You don't seem like yourself today. I mean, it's your birthday, you're a year older, but you're not supposed to act like you're thirty years older!"

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks. That makes me feel so much better."

"You're bummed."

"I just don't feel like today is any special."

"Come on, then. Get up, let's go cause some havoc for the people of West Chester!" Raab cried enthusiastically.

I sighed, placed my book down, and stood up. "Okay," I began, "Where to?"

"Grab your camera, let's go harass people at the grocery store."

"The grocery store? It's filled with parents and old people!"

"Exactly. It'll be fun."

I shrugged and decided to go with him, because filming ourselves being idiots would certainly have been a lot more fun on my birthday than sitting around and reading a book. We bounded down the stairs, and out the door before April could protest. Before we made it to the end of the yard, I realized that I left my jacket, and ran back for it.

It took quite a while before I emerged from the house again, still jacketless. The entire time I went back to university to retrieve my phone, I had forgotten my jacket was also still there. Either Jess dropped off my phone to Brandon and not my jacket, or Ville was somehow trying to get me to return. It was confusing to me, considering the man didn't necessarily seem to like me. Of course, I could have been subconsciously forgetting it so that I would return.

The walk to the store was not a long one, and as soon as we got there, Raab ran ahead and yelled to me, "Turn on your camera!"

"Got it." I did as instructed and followed.

"Come on Bam, hurry it up!"

I began to run a bit, catching up to Raab. Already he was dashing around, stealing items from peoples' carts and placing them into different shopping carts. As I focused on him with the camera, I noticed items being thrown off the shelves by Raab Himself. In my mind, that sounded cool; Raab Himself. Perhaps that would be the official name I'd call him by someday, instead of his legal name Chris Raab.

"Excuse me."

I heard someone talk behind me, and assuming they wanted by, I stood aside. When I actually turned to look, it was a security guard. "Are you the one causing all the trouble here tonight?"

I shook my head, but one glance at my camera and he knew I was involved. Raab came running back around the corner then, looking for me, but stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the security guard. The guard escorted me toward Raab, and then grabbed us each by a shirt sleeve.

"I'm taking you to the security office."

"But why? We weren't doing anything!" Raab cried.

The guard looked at him sternly and said, "Our cameras, and I'm sure yours, say a different story."

This was certainly the way to spend my seventeenth birthday, possibly going to jail. The walk to the security office was not long, he just took us through some back doors and up a flight of stairs. The office was small, and there was one other officer in it, both watching cameras of stuff going on the store. As we walked in, the other officer turned around.

"I knew I recognized you. Margera and Raab."

Of course he recognized us, he was the one who caught us last time. "Hi, sir," I said with a look of defeat on my face.

"More trouble, I assume?"

Raab and I said nothing, so the first guard nodded. The sitting one motioned for us to come forward, and we did. "So," he began, "Shall I call your parents?"

I gulped, "If you must."

Luckily for us, this guard was unsure at all of our home phone numbers. He asked us to dial, and that's when I instead dialled Jess' number. After a moment, I heard an abrupt, "Hello?" on the other end.

"Hello, is this Mr. Margera?" the guard asked.

"One of them, why?"

"We have Bam Margera here in custody. It is our duty to have you come pick him up to prevent more trouble."

There was a sigh, then, "I'll be right there."

Raab, unfortunately, had to call his parents. He had no old enough brothers or sisters to cover for him. It was a half hour before Jess arrived, and he had a hood over his head to prevent them from seeing how young he actually was. He didn't take me home, but straight back to his dorm room.