Bam! It's Margera!

Chapter 6 - A New Beginning.

After what seemed like hours, I finally completed the first part of my assignment. My night consisted of listening to music, talking to old friends, and listening to the guys below having fun. I like the sounds of laughter. It's great. Unless it's 3am and Im home alone. Once I'd decided that I'd written enough or as much as I could handle, I shut down the computer. I threw my clothes to one side and hopped up on the window ledge to gaze at the sky. I often did this when I was in England. Just sat and looked up at the stars from my bedroom window. Reminds me off home. I did this for a few minutes then decided that I should sleep. I jumped down and crawled into bed, my mind still trying to fixate on what happened earlier that evening. That hug. That kiss. That guy.

Im woken the morning after by the sun beaming through the window. I sit up and stretch, feeling a lot more refreshed than before. The house was quiet, which was strange concidering where I was. I slipped out, grabbed a shirt, and put it on. Strange, It's bigger than I remember. It might be Bam's. Im sure he wouldnt mind, just as long as I keep It clean and such. I tip toe down the stairs, trying to avoid everything that could make noise such as a bottle or a bag. After creeping around for a bit, a guitar in the living room caught my eye. I walked to it, picked it up and walked outside, leaving the door opened slightly. I made sure it was in tune, started playing a few chords, when I heard footsteps approach me from behind.

"Good morning, J." It's Dunn. He joins me, sitting by my side.

"Morning." I smile and give a little wave.

"I didnt know you played." He point to the guitar and smirks.

"Oh! I dont usually, I just found it and wanted to jam for a bit. I only.know one song, anyway." He looks at me, eager to know. "Well go on. Play it!" Im hesitant to begin with but his face is kind of hard to resist.

"Alright, alright. But Im not great."

"That's alright, just take your time." He smiles at me, still looking a little tired. I begin to play Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd;

" So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here."

He claps and grins. "Very nice! Im impressed, J." A beaming smile spreads along my face, as does his.

"Thanks, Ry. You're a really nice guy, you know."

"I know." He winks. I laugh and hug him tightly. He sighs deeply, lighting a fag and looking around.

"It's been a while since Ive been up at this time. Drinking knocks it out of you. I know I should stop, it'll kill me one day. But I've got nothing else to do."