Days later the whole band of Rise Against and their two guests plus Jess packed their belongings. The whole group was leaving on their own different destinations. Jess was going back to New York where he would meet the rest of the guys of CKY and would soon record a new CD. The rest of the group would be flying back to California. Jordan would briefly visit her parents before heading to San Diego where she would do a cover on My Chemical Romance. The band was going to the studios where a deal was waiting for them for a small part in a movie. Keelie was going to apply for a designer job around the bay area to put her bachelor's degree into use.

It was still dark outside as the departing people crowded around the front door outside. Taxis waited for them in the drive. All of them were bundled in layers since it was still cold and had snowed the night before.

Mikey saw Bam walk out from the doorway with his crew and parents behind. She smiled as he stopped before her and put her gloved hands on his waist. Bam held her face and gave her a soft kiss. "I won't be long," Mikey told him as they pulled away.

"Yeah but you'll be gone," Bam replied and wrapped his arms around her, drawing them closer to that there was no more space in between them.

Mikey's smile faded a little. "Yeah . . ." she said softly.

Bam tried to cheer her up by cracking a joke, "Yeah but don't be gone too long or else I'll drag you back over here kicking and screaming."

Mikey broke into a fit of laughter and buried her head into his chest. Bam's arms tightened around her and he kissed her head. They pulled away at the insistence of the six waiting people at the taxis. "Bye Bam," Mikey said and waved at him. She got into the back of a taxi after Ozz and Michael and settled down. She looked out the window and watched Bam until he and the rest of his wild family and house was gone.

One day as January neared its end and the snow was becoming a big muddy slush that DiCo frequently messed around in, Bam received a call by someone he never thought would dare would call him. But she did.

"Bam? It's me, Jenn."

Bam stood there in the kitchen frozen in his place, his cell phone held tightly in his hand. He almost didn't recognize her voice when he had picked up. There were tears in her tone, like she had been crying for a while now. Though he hated her, hated sharing the same phone line as her, but hearing her so sad and in pain tugged at his heart. Bam was a very caring guy underneath all his mischief.

"Bam? Are you there?" Jenn asked. Her voice was cracking.

"Oh. Yeah, I am," he replied. "Why are you calling me?"

"Bam, I really need to talk to you. Please give me a chance. Hear me out," Jenn begged him on the other side.

"I'm listening," Bam told her.

"No, come over to my house."

Bam frowned in confusion. "Why should I?" he asked suspiciously. His eyes widened hearing her sob. "Jenn?"

"Bam, please," she sobbed. "I need to talk to you."

"Alright, alright! I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he told her and hung up. Bam grabbed his car keys and walked up the stairs and down the hall. Out the front door, he made his way over to his purple Ferrari and got inside. He drove into town and went south on High street, passing the big campus of West Chester University; not like he had ever set foot in there except to crash a few parties with DiCo. He kept going south until many houses surrounded him and took a left into Snyder Avenue. 1120. 1124.

He saw it. Jenn's house of 1127 Snyder Ave. It was a quaint, two story house. It was old, nearly fifteen years but still in pretty good repair. Or had been the last time Bam visited. Bam parked in the drive way and left his keys in the car as he walked towards the front door. He knocked once and immediately the door swung open to reveal his ex-girlfriend. His eyebrows shot up in alarm at the state she was in. J

enn's long dark hair was disheveled and all over her blotchy, tear-stained face. Her eyes were red from crying and she sniffed a little. Jenn was barefoot, wearing baggy grey sweat pants and a violet tank top that showed off her mid-riff. She gave him a pained smile. "Thank you for coming," she told him and stepped aside to let him in.

Bam nodded silently and walked passed her into her living room. The TV was blank and the room was slightly dark, the only source of light coming through the curtained windows. Bam sat down on the couch and Jenn soon joined him, wiping her eyes from anymore tears. Bam ran a hand through his hair and turned to her. "Why did you make me come all the way over here for?" he asked her getting straight to the point. He knew that if Mikey ever found out about this, there would be disaster in his future.

Jenn sighed deeply and fixed her hazel eyes on him. "Bam, Nate's lawyer called me today," she began, acting very calm for someone who had been bawling her eyes out over the phone a minute ago. Nate Matheson was Jenn's divorced husband.

"What did he want?" Bam asked, genuinely interested and even more confused now.

Jenns breathing was becoming more haggard now. "He-He told me that Nate was, he wanted custody of my daughter Gabrielle." Tears poured down her cheeks and fell on her clasped hands.

Bam reached over and took her hands in his. He was taken by surprise as Jenn suddenly lunged at him and sobbed onto the front of his shirt. "Shhh, Jenn. I won't let him do this. I won't let him take Gabby," he told her, wrapping his arms around her in hopes of calming her down.

"B-Bam," Jenn choked, "I'm sorry for what I did-cheating on you with that guy." She looked up at him with tears still rolling down her pale face, her hazel eyes full of longing and sadness and pain. "I never stopped loving you Bam," she told him. "I still love you."

Bam looked down at her, feeling in shock at her words. He shook his head at her. "Jenn, we can't just go back to the way things were. I'm with Mikey now and I love her so much," he tried to explain. "Things are different. We are different."

Jenn shook her head at him this time. "I know, but it none of it means a thing in my heart," she whispered, temptation in every word.

Bam didn't answer her. He looked off to the side, his storm blue eyes were clouded as he still held her close to him and she held onto him.