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Disclaimer: I do not own any members of CKY, H.I.M or Jackass. I do not own any lyrics used unless otherwise noted. This is a work of fiction.

Bam called me first thing when I woke up and told me I had no choice; that I'm coming over today. As I was pulling up to his place, an old black limo flew past me, followed by Bam's Lamborghini.

"Holy shit," I wondered what they were doing as I parked in an empty spot and climbed out. "Hey, guys. What the hell's up?" I asked as I got out of my car.

Apparently, I missed Dunn throw something at Bam's car and put a dent in the door. To retaliate, Bam kicked the door to Dunn's limo which put a huge dent in it. I felt bad for both of them but Dunn should know better than to fuck with Bam's car.

Bam hugged me anyway and I hugged back, apologizing for his bad morning. The camera crew was all around so I knew it was yet another day of Viva La Bam.

Then, Bam started bitching at Dunn again. They started talking about a race; we all knew Dunn has always been into building engines and fast cars. Bam has just been into expensive cars and not really knowing much about the mechanics of them.

"You will never beat my Lambo. You could put a fucking jet engine in this piece of shit, and it won't beat mine. Ever," Bam was seriously pissed off and this wasn't helping calm him down.

Dunn made one of the cutest faces I've seen him make. "Uh-huh. Give me three days. And if I win, you gotta chafer me around in this for three days," Dunn challenged Bam and of course he agreed.

"Fine. Gladly, because you'll never win. But if I win, you have to French Raab!" Bam told him.

"You have no idea what you're up against!" Dunn retorted. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm pretty confident that Dunn can beat the Lamborghini.

Then Bam stormed off inside the house. I just stood off to the side, listening to everything that's going down. Raab finally screamed, "You better win, Dunn!"

I started to get the feeling that Bam called me before any of this went down. He didn't sound like he was in this bad of a mood and I wondered if I should stick around or go back home and skate the day away.

- - -

The rest of the day went pretty normally. Eventually Bam wasn't pissed off anymore after we skated with Novak in the backyard for a while. April asked me to help her cook dinner, but I think she really just wanted to talk about everything. She told me about the way Bam was with the women of his past. How he's pretty much a player and then leaves them.

I was starting to think maybe I shouldn't move forward with Bam romantically. We were really good friends, after all. And it seems any time we try something more it doesn't work out.

When April and I announced that food was ready, all the guys came running in at the same time like a stampede. Bam smacked my ass as he walked by me to grab some food with his hands. "Hey to you too, damn," I laughed as I rubbed my butt gently.

April then started yelling about eating at the table. Bam's argument was they would have to do dishes that way.

"Yo, I know. Let's have a rock and roll dinner. Get the CKY disc from the Lambo. It's in the CD player." Bam shouted as he fixed a plate of food like a normal person.

Dico let out a loud fart and said he'd go get it. "I'll do anything for corn!" He yelled as he walked out.

April and I fixed our plates last and sat at the table with the rest of the guys, minus Dico. He came back in and said he couldn't find the CD. We looked at him confused. "Why not? It's in the CD player," Bam said to him.