Homecoming Queen (Such a Shame, Shame, Shame)

Angel With a Dirty Face

Rikki rolled out of bed around noon to the sound of laughter.

"Johnny, great to see you again! Ryan should be along in a while, he's busy planning his wedding and shit. Oh yeah, you might want to be a bit quieter, Rikki isn't pleasant period, much less without sleep." the taller man raised an eyebrow, spotting the short crop of red hair on Rikki's head and turning back to Bam.

"Oh my god, are you gay now? You're totally gay now." Johnny yelled, Bam shaking his head quickly. Rikki yawned and walked past the front door, sneering and dragging Johnny inside before slamming  it.

"That was Rikki. With two K's and an I."

"Oh, Rikki, not Ricky. I was convinced you were going gay on us." Bam was unamused but Johnny chuckled again. "So it's just gonna be us for two days 'fore we can get the other guys down here."

"Cool. We got camera guys?"

"No Bam, we're shooting this with disposable cameras taped to your dicks." Rikki said, Bam turned as she was spiking her hair back up, wearing a short red tank top and incredibly short shorts. "God, you lack faith in me."

"Oh yeah, I did put her in charge of getting the camera crew for West Chester." Johnny shook his head, Bam did this a lot, his plans spontaneously changing until the very last minute, he just hoped that the poor girl he hired could handle it.

"And I did. I also got you into that amusement park to do the public pranks you wanted to do."

"You're on top of this."

"I take my jobs seriously Mr. Margera." Bam shrugged and went upstairs, he'd gotten used to Rikki and her quirks in high school, just like Rikki'd gotten used to his flirting patterns. He pulled on some clothes that didn't smell dirty and ran back downstairs, Rikki and Johnny talking and laughing in the living room, Ryan and Astrid telling an over exaggerated story about the drive down to April.

"Hey Ry, Astro." Bam waved and looked around for his car keys before they were whipped past his head at a frightening speed. "SHIT!"

"Softball pitcher, three years, not one person hit a pitch." Rikki said proudly, Bam picking up his keys.

"Great, can we stop playing throw shit at Bam and go film?" Everyone nodded in agreement, Rikki and Bam climbing into his car as Johnny dove in the back of Ryan's car with Ry and Astrid. They arrived at Paradisia Park a half hour later, the gates just opening.

"Okay miss assistant, what's first on the agenda?" Johnny asked, Rikki shrugging.

"All I have written here is 'raise hell, don't get caught.' That work?" Bam, Ryan and Johnny nodded, darting off in three separate directions with a camera crew behind each of them.

 "I'm gonna go get a coffee, wanna come with?" Astrid offered, Rikki shaking her head.

"Id love to but I have to keep Johnny and Ryan out of prison and Bam out of the pants of a random woman."

"Well I'll be at the diner if you get finished with your babysitting." Astrid joked, starting across the park and taking a seat inside the little diner just as a very naked swarm of boys and cameramen darted past the windows. "Typical day for the fiancee of a Jackass." Astrid muttered before smiling inwardly and getting her coffee. Halfway across the park, Bam was skidding to a halt and rounding a corner bofore someone tugged his hair sharply and spoke in a familiar voice.

"What are you- oh my God you're naked, WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"Oh, hey Rikki!" Bam smiled as Rikki attempted to look anywhere but at him. "Join us Rikki, join us in the freedom that is running nude in a crowded area." Bam said, Johnny and Ryan choking back giggles, Rikki getting uncomfortable as she was currently surrounded by naked grown men.

"Well I guess if you can't clothe them..." Rikki started, looking around and shimmying out of her shorts and underwear, throwing them and her shirt into a pile. "you join them. VIVA LA JACKASS!" With this, the four of them whooped and darted off in four different directions. Rikki and Bam kept looping past each other, each one going in a different direction each time before Rikki swapped directions and ran back by Bam. "PARK SECURITY!" Bam skidded to a halt and darted for the nearest building, Rikki had apparently had the same plan, as they both wound up staring at each other awkwardly in a family bathroom.

"Uh, hey." Bam said, suddenly self consious and covering himself, Rikki wrapping a whole roll of paper towels around herself and tying it off into a makeshift dress. "That's a good look for you." Rikki laughed dryly and grabbed another rollof paper towels, running in a circle around bam before tying off the end into a glorified skirt. "This is a skirt."

"Not a skirt, it's a kilt."

"IIIIIIIIt's a skirt." Bam said before the two of them burst into laughter. "We look like fucking homeless people!"

"Or runway models." Rikki interjected with a shrug and another round of laughter. They sat in the bathroom for an upwards of a hour, finally leaving when Ryan, now back in his clothes, returned with theirs. "Thank you Ryan we get good footage?"

"Hell yeah, some old lady attempted to taze Johnny!" Ryan laughed and walked back out. "Get dressed, we have to go play with roller coasters!" Bam just laughed and pulled on his clothes, Rikki huffing and looking at Bam.

"Bam, they tied my bra straps together, and I'm dying, help me." Rikki said, her lower body completely covered yet again, but her  arms were sticking up beside her head due to the tightness of the now tied straps on her sports bra. Bam laughed and Rikki frowned. "You asshole, help me!" Bam continued laughing but walked over, trying to work the knot out of Rikki's bra. He wasn't worried about finishing the job quickly however, no, Bam was more concerned with studying that entoxicating tattoo, the wings that seemed to draw his attention away from anything else at any time of the day. He could be holding a conversation with Phil but if those intricate wings on pale skin passed by, he was lost completely. The lines in the feathers were intricate, ribbing on most of them like real feathers. Where the feathers were supposed to be gone there was a set of bones, avian in origin before flowing seamlessly back into the feathers of the wing. Bam looked just above Rikki's waistline, the playboy bunny with two heartagrams off to the side in permanent ink.

"Bam, can you get it?" Bam continued to fiddle with the knot with his right hand, placing his left hand on her back and squinting at it closer.

"God damn, they really wanted this thing to stay like this!" Bam grumbled, but decided he should stop stalling. he slid a finger in the space he'd managed to make and flicked his wrist the knot coming loose with a loud snap against Rikki's back, spooking her into falling backwards onto Bam.

"Yipe!"

"You yelp like a puppy." Rikki glared at Bam, who's arms were still wrapped around her waist from stopping her fall, his face lit up with a grin. Rikki grinned too, Bam was downright infectious when he was happy, his bright smile, the laugh. The laugh was what did it for Rikki. Whenever Bam laughed she was in a mood ten times better than before, even the new Bam laughed like 'her' Bam, and that was incredible. For Rikki it was hope to see the Bam she knew once again, not the animal pretending to be him.

"Not funny, so, you gonna let go of me now?" She asked, motioning to Bam's hands which were now resting lazily on her hip bones, his thumbs tracing circles softly across the skin.

"Uh um, yeah sorry." Bam whipped his hands away quickly, stuffing them deep in his pockets as Rikki tugged on her top.

"We should uh, go back to the others...." Rikki stammered, she had wanted him to let go up until he had, a fire burning under the skin where his fingertips had just rested. her neck was colder now because his warm breath was gone and she was inexplicably sad. She tried to shake the feeling out of her head, she was supposed to hate him, not watch him whenever he looked away, or study the tribal design that was always prominent on the skin of his lower body. Or do things like wrack her brain for the last time she'd been this weird about any guy. The answer was blaring away like a police siren in her head. 1995, the last time she felt this way was in high school, unexplainably attracted to the scruffy, bright blue eyed skater who was driving her crazy still today.

~~ I believe I shall hashtag this something proper for my current feelings. Yes, I realize this isn't twitter, but this story gave me a condition known as #NeverendingSexualFrustrations. Keep calm and Love Bam Folks!~~