“BAM FUCKING MARGERA” I yelled he ALWAYS takes my clothes when I shower.
Ok so always was exaggerating but I frustrates me none the less, because all I have on is a towel wrapped around my body running around the house looking for my clothes. Usually they are in his room scattered. So when I went in there and they weren’t anywhere in sight.
Did I mention I live in castle bam? Well I do but I’m not alone along with bam there are 11 other men living with us. There are Raab, Rake, Dunn, Novak, Dico, Steve o, Knoxville, Wee-man, Chris (partyboy), Preston and lastly Dave E.
Yes I live with 12 super immature men but hey I loved them anyways. So I was kind of freaking out. My clothes were missing and yes I checked the other boys rooms but not one piece of clothing. I also was aware the boys were not in the house, so I went to the pool. And of course they were all there Speedos and all. Not a pretty sight on most. Then I looked at a smiling Bam with my clothes in a basket hanging over a pool. I smiled back once and idea hit me. I went to Bam’s room and gathered his clothes as well. I put on a pair of his boxers and a HIM shirt before returning to the deck.
Boy was I glad Bam made a water slide a couple days ago from the deck to the pool. Ape was not so thrilled that was also the day Bam and all of us went to the river to prove a point to Vito. I won’t go into details. I ran full speed ahead onto the slide and into the pool. When I resurfaced my clothes were them dumped on my head and I was faced to a very pissed Bam.
I simply stated “Revenge is a bitch” cause everyone who knew Bam knew damn well he wouldn’t of back off from dumping my clothes I simply beat him to the punch.
I gathered out clothes and then washed, dried, and folded them. I still had Bam’s clothes on so I decided to keep the boxers and changed into my hot pink bikini with a black avenged sevenfold tank top. I sighed while looking at it. I left Huntington Beach, California after my mom and dad were in a very deadly car accident. I couldn’t stand to be there anymore that’s where I left. We were all teary eyed and I left it at that. I was homeless. I only had enough money to get me to West Chester Pennsylvania. Bam was driving home when he saw me. We talked and as painful as it was to tell him he said id fit right in.
And I am not skinny. And I’m not obese. I’m un-conferrable in my skin and sometimes I’m not. I have red hair that’s more of an auburn color with black underneath I also have a lip ring and one day will make it into snakebites. I put my aviators on and went outside. I was at ease between Chris and Johnny. I was on the verge of sleep, when a shadow covered the sun startling me. When I noticed it was Bam with a bucket filled with god knows what and dumped it on me before I had time to run. The smell was revolting. I was heaving and Bam was still in front of me, and I puked on him.
I smiled yes it was nasty but hey it’s the Jackass crew everything they do is nasty. Bam looked at me and was about to upchuck to that’s when I made a mad dash for it. I ran to my room and locked the door. I took yet another shower and made sure my clothes were safely locked up. I got out and changed into my jean shorts and HIM shirt.
I noticed that my phone was flashing red. I took it and saw 35 missed calls/texts. It’s odd because everyone I talked to is outside. All the numbers had California area codes. I opened the last text.
’Hey Kassi! I know this is out of the blue but I haven’t talked to you in what...5 years?? That’s too long if you ask me. Oh and it’s Zacky you remember...Baker? Vengeance? ANYWAYS call me!! I’ll be waiting.
--6661—‘
Wow I didn’t even want to know how they got my number. I smiled and pressed talk.
“Hello?” I heard a sexy male voice answer.
“Hi is this uh Zacky?” I asked hoping not to sound to desperate.
“Maybe...is this Kassi?” he asked with a noticeable grin in his voice.
“Maybe” I said grinning as well.
“HOLY FUCKING JOHNNY CHRIST! How the fuck are you?” he asked with excitement running through his voice.
“Haha good. And since when are you using short shit’s name in vein??” I asked playfully.
And that’s how our conversation went for an hour or so until Bam decided to knock down my door with a sludge hammer.
“FUCK! Zacky I have to go!”
“Ok well ask them about the camping”
“Ok bye!” I said hanging up.
“BAM WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!”
I yelled I was mad. Now I have no privacy what-so-ever. And in this house that was something I treasured dearly.
“SO ask us what?” Bam asked being nosy like always.
“Zacky Vengeance from Avenged Sevenfold is going camping with the band and wanted to know if you and the guys wanted to go.” I asked
“What about you?”
“Of course id be going dipfuck.” I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Damn well now I don’t know.” He said acting all disappointed.
“Fine you can stay here and I’ll take the boys and we’ll go” I said getting up.
“Uh yea no how about they come here and we meet and we’ll see where it goes from there.”
“I’ll be damned Bam Margera being thoughtful?” I asked gasping.
“Yea well it happens once in awhile” he said acting all innocent. “Well are you going to call?” he added.
“I suppose” I dialed his number and that would be the phone call that changed my life.
