Bam! It's Margera!

Chapter 4 - Lunch.

I'm woken sudeenly by my alarm set for 9. I sit up and yell at my phone for it to shut up. My head is pounding from the night before and my ribs feel incredibly sore. I stand up out of bed and study my body in the mirror. My rib cage is purple and I have the occasional bruise on my thighs and arms. 

"Ow." I say to myself. I undress what I have on, jump in the shower and let the water fall onto my bruised body. When I get out, I wrap a towel around me and quickly dry my hair. I decide that it's a good time to start writing my paper or at least gather an idea of what it's going to base around. I open my laptop that's plugged in beneath my bed, open a document and ponder for a few minutes. 

"Skater lifestyle" Backspace, backsapce. 

"Life of A Skater." Backspace, backspace.

"Ugh, I dunno. Food might inspire me." I climb off my bed, put on some underwear and throw on an oversized HIM shirt, making sure I have my phone with me. Walking down the stairs, I notice that my ankle isn't as painful as it was, I can at least walk now. I plod into the kitchen, put some bread into the toaster and fill the kettle while I wait. I then hear my phone buzz. 

"Hey, it's Bam. You busy today?" Instantly, a huge grin spread across my face. I save the number and reply.

"No, I'm not busy. Why?" Suddenly, my phone rings. I pick up.

"Hey, I was just wondering if you wanted to get some lunch? I know a nice place that does some good food." It's that same warm voice from last night. 

"Uhm, yeah sure. I don't see why not. What time were you thinking?" I let the question simmer.

"Around 11? I'll come pick you up." 

"Sounds good to me!" My excitement building to see him again.

"Awesome! I'll see you then. Laters, Jess!" 

"Bye!" The line goes dead. I sit for a minute, just letting the situation simmer in my mind. I'm going to eating lunch with an MTV celebrity. I can't go looking like a tramp, but then I can't look too done up. It's only lunch. 

"Get a grip, you ass." I say to myself. I make my breakfast of jam on toast and a brew, when I get a message on from my mother. 

"Hey sweetheart, how are things?" I read it with a smile.

"It's been good! But I've gotta get ready for stuff so I'll phone you soon. Love you." I put my pphone to one side, finish my breakfast and go upstairs. I look at the clock, 10:15. 

"Right. I've got about 45 minutes to make myself look socially acceptable. Lets make this casual. Not too over done, not too under done." I empy my suitcase on my bed and dig through, looking for a comfortable shirt. I find my HIM shirt, decide that it's alright to wear and put it on. I look for my plum coloured jeans, pull them up and throw on a pair of my Dc Martins. I look in the mirror, put on a little mascara and some light lipstick. I nod in approval. I walk down the stairs, gathering my stuff like my phone, headphones, and a slayer jacket in case the temperature changes again. Suddenly, the door swings open. 

"You ready?" A grin spread across Bam's face, as it did mine. 

"It's a good job I wasn't naked." I laugh and walk toward him. 

"Who says that's bad?!" He laughs and walks away. I lock the door, turn and see that I'll be riding in a purpe Lambo. My jaw drops. Bam runs his finger along it.

"You like?" I just laugh and walk toward him. I run my finger tips along the car, studying it. 

"It's so pretty, man." He looks at me.

"Awh, thanks" He winks and gets in. The door opens for me, so I slip myself inside and shuffle around a little. He then notices my shirt.

"You like HIM?" He studies the shirt further.

"I do indeed. I've only gotten into them more so recently, but they're fucking awesome so how can I resist?" He grins and laughs.

"They're like, my favourite band! You're fucking awesome, man." He starts the engine and it growls beneath us. 

"Oooo. That was hot." I say, as he chuckles to himself. He drives away from the house and hands me a CD. 

"Put this in?" It's Nympthetamine, my favourite Cradle Of Filth album. 

"Oh my god, this is the best album!" I happily put it into the player and blast the volume. We both spend the journey smashing our heads forward, regardless of what people think. It was so fun. We both laughed like hell afterwards. When the song we were listening to finished, we got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant. The lady at the door welcomes us both and we find a table that's free but away from people to avoid any mishaps with fans and such.

"What would you like? I'll pay for it. My treat." He smiles and hands me a menu. I look at the menu, and choose a fancy looking pasta. 

"I'll haaaaave.. That. That one there" I point at it and he laughs. 

"What one? Oh that one? You want THAT? Really? You sure?" He smirks to himself so I throw a napkind at him. 

"Screw you!" I laugh and he chuckles. He then chooses his order. The same woman arrives at our table after a small conversation between Bam and I.

"What'll it be, guys?" Bam tells her the orders and she leaves with them written down. 

"She was nice." I tell Bam.

"Yeah, Im a regular customer here so she's adjusted to me and friends. She's cool, though." I moe my feet around beneath the table and realise that they've been on top of his all this time. 

"Oh shit, Im sorry!" I laugh and move them under my chair. 

"It's cool. I didn't know either!" He smiles and leans back in his chair. 

"How could you not feel Dc's on your feet?" I laugh.

"How could you not feel my feet under the Dc's?" He laughs back.

"Dude, they're like buildings. A car could run them over and I wouldnt feel shit." Bam then proceeds to burst out laughing. His face is so cute when he laughs, I can't help but just look at him and smile. He catches me and smiles back. I instantaniously blush and he just giggles and sits forward in his seat. 

"How's your head?" He says to me.

"Eh, a little sore. I had a whopper of a bump on the back where I smashed it. Other than that, It's alright. Could be worse. My ribs are brusied to shit though." I place my hand on my ribs and wince. 

"Aww, they'll get better. I've broken mine before and that sucked ass." 

"My step dad broke his ribs when I was a teenager and he was in pain for fucking ages. I on the other hand, have never broken a bone." 

"You don't want to! It hurts like hell!" The lady then returns with our food and hands us our plates. 

"Let me know if you guys need anything." We both thanked her and dug in. 

When we'd finished eating, payed the bill, Bam invited me over to his for hang out and meet the rest of the gang. I accepted the invitation without hesitation. We got back into the beautifully designed lambo and drove our way back to Castle Bam.