~It hit me like BAM!~ [A Bam Margera love story.]

Sunday

Bree's P.O.V.

I was glancing around. The guys and I were watching a football game. Well, except for Bam, of course. Johnny had gone upstairs for about five minutes before coming back down. I hadn't seen Bam at all today. In fact, I hadn't seen him since the whole "Bammy pissed himself" incident. I decided to go check on him. I wriggled my way out of being wedged between Novak and Ehren and briskly walked upstairs. I knocked on the door gently. He didn't answer. Maybe he was asleep. His door was slightly open and I pushed it open a bit more before peeking around with my brown gaze. And sure enough, there he was. Sleeping soundly on on this late Sunday afternoon. I slowly walked in, sitting on the edge of his bed and shaking him softly. I whispered, "Bam?"

"H-huh?.." he responded, slow and dreary. He then opened his bright, beautiful blue eyes, gazing up at me.

I smiled, "Hey, you okay? You wanna come down and watch football with us?"

"Depends. Am I gonna get snakes poured on me or cold water sprayed on my crotch?"

I chuckled, "Nah. Not today."

"Well okay then." He slowly sat up, revealing his perfectly toned torso. I sighed in contentment as I gazed upon it. He chuckled, seeing my response. Bam then stood, picking me up bridal style and laughing. I squealed, blushing and wrapping my arms around his neck. And like that, we walked downstairs and he sat on the couch, placing me on his lap and resting his chin on my shoulder, chuckling. I smiled looking over at him and then turning my gaze back to the TV. And so, with football to captivate the guys, the rest of the afternoon passed peacefully and prank-free.