Chapter one
Oh, hey. My name's Haley. Haley Watson. I'm 18 years old, and pretty much your average teenage girl; I love shopping, music, hair, make-up being weird with my friends, ice cream, and romantic comedies. We'll I'm average besides the fact that I'm the cousin of Bam Margera.
Well, I guess I should tell you some more about myself. I'm 5'6, have long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, pale skin, no freckles and red lips from old habits of licking them. I love country music, The Notebook, and scary movies. I prefer vanilla to chocolate, night to day, rain to sun, and cats to dogs. I also have two siblings, a little sister named Carter(16) and an older brother Charlie(22). My parents recently died in a car accident, forcing me to move from my small town in New Jersey to Bam's house in West Chester with him and his parents. And four of the Jackass cast members. Johnny, Novak, Chris, and Steve-O.
I can't consider myself a "Jackass", but I do love their movies. I mean it's not like I've never seen their movies before, if your cousin is becoming famous and his movie's "infection" is spreading all over your country, chances are you're gonna see it. And I like it. I'm not obsessed like my friends Caitlin, Brooke, and Peyton are. That'd be kinda weird, considering Bam's my cousin and all.
And to be honest, it is kinda weird for me, my three best friends being obsessed with my cousin. I mean, how many girls can say that pictures of their cousin cover their best friends' lockers, phones, and bedroom wall? They try to mute it around me, but still. When your friend checks her phone and you see that her background is a shirtless picture of your cousin, it's a tad uncomfortable.
I wasn't very happy about moving to West Chester and leaving my friends and family (Carter and Charlie were staying in America) and I definitely wasn't happy about my parents' death either. But as shaken as I was, I knew I had to be strong for my brother and sister. As much as I hated to admit it, they were both much closer to my parents than I ever was. All the hiking my brother did with my dad, the science filed trips my dad brought Carter on, the Girl Scout and Cub Scout meetings my mother led, the heart-to-hearts my mom had with my sister late at night that I pretended to be asleep during. I've never hand any heart-to-hearts with my mom. And now I never will. I liked to isolate sad Haley and cry alone at night, not letting any of the family know. I was always that happy, cheerful, polite little girl whose smile never left her face, and I decided I would pretend to always be that way.
Honestly, my parents never knew me. They died thinking I has never had a boyfriend before. I've only really had one that ever meant anything to me, Aaron, but he meant everything to me. And he said I meant the world to him too. But I guess he just knew what a girl wants to hear. It's retarded, it's been three years, but the pain is still fresh, like a new stab to the heart every time I see him. Not just him, every time I see a flash of jet black hair or stare into a pair or turquoise blue eyes, I'm reminded of what we had and what could've been.
"Hale, you okay? We're here..." Carter attempted to bring me back to reality when I realized tears were streaming down my face. I wiped them away, careful not to mess us my mascara. I checked it her rearview mirror. She was taking me to the airport, to the plane that would take me to West Chester. Caitlin, Brooke, Peyton and I had already said our tear-filled goodbyes yesterday, Charlie earlier today, I guess today I would have to part with my little sister. My little idol ever since I learnt what the word meant.
"I'm fine, it's just..." She nodded, and I was glad she understood. "Guess Newark's got me down." I joked, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled and offered to help me inside. I gratefully accepted, as I've only been on a plane twice, going to see Bam, four times if you count coming back.
'Maybe it's just Newark' I lied to myself as I looked around the hazy grey city. Sure it wasn't exactly a flowery meadow, but it wasn't the reason I was upset.
