I'm in Love with a Jackass

Chapter 3- Another member?

As I opened the door of my bedroom, I stepped on someone's finger.

"Ouch!" the finger's owner hollered.

I jumped back into my uncle's chest and clutched him tightly. I could hear the laugh of Bam, Ryan, Dave, and Steve-O as I let go of Uncle Johnny's now wrinkled shirt.

"What the hell guys! That's not funny!" I complained while grinning.

I saw Steve-O get up from the ground, clutching his finger while laughing his ass off. He put his arm around me and walked me to the couch as silence began to settle in. It smelled faintly of beer.

Bam, Ryan, and Steve-O were rolling on the ground, acting drunk. Dave and I inspected the three members of the group all getting drunk. Uncle Johnny now grabbing a can for himself.

"Okay. Who brought the drinks?" I asked flatly.

"I did!" Bam raised his hand, his face completely red and flushed. He hiccuped, and giggled, falling to the ground and took a sip of beer.

Dave took out his camera and started to film the three guys and my almost drunk uncle. They all started to stumble everywhere, knocking down tables and some other things off the countertop. Dave and I snickered at the ridiculous things these drunken men were doing.

Bam stumbled over to me and ran his finger through my hair sloppily, causing my hair to become tangled.

"You're so gorgeous, Kit-Kat!" he slurred.

Steve-O walked up to Bam and questioned him like a maniac police officer. "What the fuck did you just fuckin say?!"

"I said she was was fuckin' gorgeous. Now fuck off asshole. She's mine!"

Steve-O sprung up onto Bam's back and started to beat him up. Ryan then tried to ply Steve-O off of Bam, hollering, "No! She's MY little sister! So you guys better back the hell off!"

Dave and I were literally laughing till we cried! Dave couldn't hold the camera steady anymore so he handed it to me and clutched his stomach while laughing.

I decided to go to the door and get them out of my apartment before anyone else would wreck anything.

Holding the camera, I yelled the first thing that came into my head, "Guys! The pizza dude is here! Can you go beat him up because he said he wants to kiss me!"

Apparently, this plan actually worked! Steve-O, Bam, and Ryan came blundering to the door, almost trampling me and the camera, to beat up the "pizza dude."

As I closed the door, I heard screaming, cussing, and more hollering outside in the corridors.

Uncle was now fast asleep on the couch, a beer can slowly slipping out of his hand. I grabbed the can before it slipped to the floor and covered him with a blanket I found that one of the guys had apparently taken out of the closet.

He lightly snored as Dave and I tip-toed into my room. I quietly closed the door behind me, and we both sighed in relief as the door clicked into place.

I was glad that my room was the only thing that they didn't touch. Dave walked around my room and looked at the pictures of me and my mom.

"Aww, is this your mom?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied in a whisper.

I'm guessing Dave saw my sad expression, because he came over to me and wrapped me in a warm bear hug.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered into my ear.

"Yeah, me too." I replied in a choked up voice.

After he released the comforting hug, I sat down on my bed and he sat on the floor.

"Do the guys always get drunk like that?" I asked.

"Of course, they're always like that... I decided not to drink that much simply because that would be rude."

I was delighted that Dave would be so polite as not to get drunk and mess everything around in my apartment... unlike the crazier ones.

I chuckled to myself and didn't notice Dave smiling at me.

"What's so funny?" He questioned suspiciously.

"Oh, I was just thinking that you guys can be such a handful..."

He chuckled and was about to say something witty when there was a knock on the door.

"I wonder who that could be?" He asked.

"Probably the guys begging to come back in." I replied and opened the door of my room. I stepped over some plastic cups and other things that was on my counter top and looked through the eye-hole to see who it was.

A man about 5'8" stood before the door, his brown wavy hair in a ponytail and a scruffy beard growing looked tired exhausted. He was holding 5 duffel bags.

"Umm, Dave? Who's the guy with the scruffy beard?" I hollered.

He came out of my room with Uncle Johnny's shades on.

"Pontius is here?!" he yelled.

I really had no idea what he was talking about. Was this another crazy guy from Jackass?! God, I hoped not.

Dave ran over to uncle Johnny and shook him, yelling in his ear, "Hey! Wake your lazy ass up! Chris is here!"

My Uncle's snoring stopped abruptly and he woke up, rubbing his head.

"What?" he asked groggily.

I decided to open the door. I found that it opened easily. Big mistake.

This guy that went by the so called name Chris landed on top of me. He was breathing hard, and sweating.

"The fuck, Dave! You saw I was carrying everyone's fuckin' baggage, and you leave me-"

Chris got up and noticed I wasn't Dave. Uncle Johnny was sitting up on the couch, grinning and Dave glaring at Chris.

Chris looked at me with big hazel-colored eyes. He grinned sheepishly and got off of me.

"Whoops. I'm super sorry 'bout that, um.."

"Katie." I finished his sentence for him as he pulled me off the ground.

Johnny, Dave, and Chris all greeted eachother with fistbumps and "manly hugs."

"Where are the guys?" Johnny asked.

"I saw them in the hallway passed out... Did they get drunk again?" Chris asked.

"The same as always." Dave sighed.

"We should play a prank on them... what time is it?" Uncle Johnny asked.

"Almost four-thirty." I replied.

"Alright, why don't we pull a prank on Steve-O, Margera, and Dunn? Then maybe get a look around town?" he asked.

I shrugged and said, "Why not. Sounds fun! What's the plan?"