Deadbeat Holiday., chapter 3
"How did I know you'd call?" Bam's voice was soothing to me.
"Um...you did?" I asked.
"No, I just have a knack for these kinda things."
I swear, I could almost hear him grinning from the other end of the phone. "Um...right," I said.
"So, what's up?" he asked.
"Just in a bit of a shock," I replied.
"Can I help?" he asked.
"If you can make sense out of my fucked up life, then yes," I growled into the phone.
"Ah...that's no good...I'm not good with problems, but meet me somewhere, and I'll make you laugh," he insisted.
I smiled. "Sure." I gave him my address and waited for him to arrive.
"So what made you upset?" Bam asked as I got into his car.
"Long story," I answered.
"I have time," he replied with a toothy grin. I smiled back and told him what happened. (I wasn't smiling by the end of it.)
"Ouch. Man, that must hurt," he said.
I nodded. "And that guy...Tré, he was why I started to drum in the first place...and I don't even look like him...he can't be my dad," I said as I ran my hands through my hair.
"Hmmm..." Bam said.
I cocked an eyebrow.
"Would it make you feel better if I beat the shit out of someone?" he asked.
I sighed, "Depends on who."
"What if I sang?" he said.
"Once again, it depends," I said.
"Goddamn, there is no winning with you, is there girl?" he laughed.
I smirked. "Thanks Bam," I said sarcastically.
He was fiddling with the radio when "Good Riddance" came on. A tear dripped down my cheek and his eyes went wide.
"Sorry," he said as he changed it.
"Don't worry," I replied.
About ten minutes of awkward silences later, Bam sighed.
"I wanna do something fun," I said.
"Yeah, me too. Do you know anywhere?" he asked.
"No...this place is a fucking hole," I said bitterly.
"How about night swimming?" he asked.
"Ooh yeah! Good idea," I said. "But I don't have any clothes," I added.
"Come to my hotel--" I cut him off.
"No, I won't sleep with you," I joked.
"Aww. No seriously. My...um...ex, she had her shit there, she left, well I kicked her out..." he said.
"Oh...I'm sorry," I said.
"Yeah well, she was a whore anyway," he said, putting on a fake smile.
"Love fucks people up. The only true love is found by people who only have each other," I said.
He smiled and pulled the car to a stop outside the hotel.
"And welcome to Casa-De-Bam," he said in a fake accent.
"You fucking suck," I said, rolling my eyes.
We walked inside the lobby and collected his keys and shit, then walked into the lift (elevator).
"Stand in the middle and don't hold onto the railings," I commanded.
He obeyed and stood behind me.
"I like this position," he whispered in my ear whilst holding my hips with his hands.
I rolled my eyes and slapped him softly. "Get ready to feel the gravity," I said.
As we were walking out of the lift, the gravity of the lift finally hit me, and I stumbled over.
"Holy shit! Are you okay?!" Bam asked.
"Yeah. Just the gravity," I chuckled.
"You sure?" he asked again.
"Yes, now shut up before I call you 'Brandon'," I threatened.
He turned me around to face him, and then he looked into my eyes.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare," he said slowly.
"Wanna bet?" I challenged.
"Yup," he replied.
I took a deep breath. "BRANDON!" I screamed.
His eyes widened, and he began to chase after me.
"Told ya!" I yelled over my shoulder.
As I turned around I ran into someone.
"Watch it--Morreh?!" It was Steve-o.
Bam caught up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Who the fuck's this douche bag?" he snapped protectively.
"I'm Steve-o," he said.
"You're the fucking cock-fag who made Morreh cry?!" Bam snarled.
The depth and loudness of Bam's voice made Steve-o back away a couple of steps.
"I...uh..." Bam cut him off.
"Cut the fuckin' shit, asshole. Fuck off, or fucking be prepared to be in some serious shit!" Bam yelled.
Steve-o was glued to the spot...well he was for about a second, then he did a runner the fuck out of here.
"Thanks Bam," I said. He turned me around to face him, then he hugged me sorta tightly.
"Now who's up for some night swimmin'?!"
When we dried off, I noticed something, some familiar tattoos...
"Bam Margera..." I muttered.
He turned around. "Well, it's about time," he sighed.
"Hey! Just cos I'm slow," I joked.
"You, slow? Never!" he mocked.
"Oh shut up. You love it," I said.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said as he tried to hump me.
We laughed for a bit, and then there was that fucking annoying awkward silence.
"What time do you have to be back?" he asked.
"Um...seeing as I did a runner...they won't be expecting me any time soon," I explained.
He nodded. "But seriously. You do have to go back..." he replied.
I shook my head and shut my eyes tightly. "I'm not going back," I stated firmly.
"Yes, yes you are," he said.
Once again I shook my head.
"Morreh. I swear to God, if I fucking have to carry you home, there will be trouble," he threatened, half jokingly.
"Just an hour more..." I whined. I shot him my best puppy dog eyes while I was whining.
He sighed. "Alright, just an hour," he said.
"You make it sound like it's a chore," I joked.
He rolled his eyes, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.
"Fuck you Bam," I laughed.
"Gladly," he replied.
*An hour later*
"I don't wanna go!" I whined. Me and him were lying on the bed, watching TV. And yes, we DID have clothes on.
"I thought we made an agreement," Bam sighed.
"No. You fell for it. I'M NOT FUCKING GOING BACK!" I yelled.
"Morreh..." he said.
"I'll stay with you...if you go home," he reasoned.
I sighed, "Bam you don't under--"
He cut me off. "Yes I do, just give them a chance to explain," he said.
"Fine," I said as I laid my head on his shoulder.
He had his arm around my shoulders as we were walking outside to the car park.
"Thanks," I whispered.
He acknowledged it by nodding.
The ride back was silent...dead...uncomfortably...silent, until he started to hum something.
"What are ya humming there?" I asked.
"80," he replied.
"Awesome. That's one of my favorite Green Day songs," I said proudly.
He nodded. "You do know it's about Billie's wife, right?" he questioned.
"No shit, sherlock. I like Mike more," I laughed.
He smiled and turned on the radio. This time there were no memories of pain.
"This is your house, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
He walked round to my side of the car and opened my door for me.
"Thanks...for all this shit," I said.
"No problem. It's about time I do something nice," he grinned
"Give yourself credit," I muttered.
We walked inside quietly until Mum came running over to us.
"Oh, you found my daughter, I was so worried," she sobbed.
"If you were so worried, then why didn't you look for me?!" I snapped.
Bam nudged me slightly.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed," I added.
We walked up to my room, and I collapsed on the bed.
"You can be really pissy when you want, you know that?" Bam asked.
"Do I know that?" I mocked.
He rolled his eyes, laid down with me, and put his arm around me.
"You're getting really close for someone I've only known for a day," I said.
"Meh," he replied.
As I lay my head shoulder, Tré appeared in the door way. I sat up and pulled Bam up next to me.
"Laura--"
I cut him off. "It's Morreh," I corrected.
"Right, Morreh. Sorry, I didn't know you were going through such a hard time and all. And I'm sorry I haven't seen you in all of these years. But I did try. Remember all those years ago, when you used to play netball. In the grand final, when you shot the winning goal...well not the winning one, cos you guys fucking slaughtered the other team. But remember the three guys who wouldn't shut up?" he said.
I nodded, smiling.
"That was me, Mike, and Billie. We wanted to see you...but your mum said no," he explained.
"Hug him for fuck's sake," Bam whispered in my ear.
I laughed and walked over to where Tré was and hugged him. He was a bit stiff for a second, but then hugged me back. I saw Bam smirk from behind Tré, so I flipped him the bird.
"Um...Tré, this is Bam," I said, motioning to the smirking idiot.
"I knew it was Bam," he said in a kind of smart-assed tone.
"She's just like you," Bam stated.
"Oh, shut up," I laughed.
"Wait till I tell Rebel," I added.
"Rebel?" Tré asked.
"Two words. Mad obsession," I said.
His eyes went wide. "Are ya serious?" he asked in a high-pitched voice.
"Yup. She's fuckin' awesome, not a teenie...ooh, and she's coming here in a week or so, too," I said, still smirking. "I reckon you'd like her," I said.
"But...I'm not a pedophile," he sputtered.
"Dumbass...she's twenty," I said.
"Oh..." he said.
I laughed at his stupidity.
"I wasn't asking you to become a pedophile," I said.
"Haha you're dead, the joke is--"
"Hello Morreh's house of kinkay love, open 24 hours a day. Morreh speaking, how may I help you?" I said into my phone.
"What did I tell you about your phone greetings?" Rebel said.
"Um...they're kinky?" I guessed.
"No, just shorten them, I'm running out of credit," she said.
"Okay, so what's up?" I asked.
"I'm coming here in the next two days, though," she replied.
"Really?! Awesome! You'll get to meet Tr--"
Tre clamped his hands over my mouth, while Bam was laughing.
"I'll get to meet who?" she asked skeptically.
"Um...older shit head," I lied.
"Uh...okaay...I've gotta go now, see ya in two days," she said.
"Yeah, right, see ya Rebel," I said.
"I am not a shit head!" Tré protested.
"Aww, how did you know I was talking about you?" I cooed jokingly.
"Oh, shut up," Tré said.
"Don't tell her to shut up!" Bam snapped.
"Haha, you got told by Bam!" I laughed.
Bam looked proudly, then said, "Hey! Was that an insult?"
"A little slow there, Bam," I said.
He pretended to sulk as me and Tré laughed.
"Aww, do you want a hug?" I asked.
"Maybe..." Bam sulked.
I hugged Bam, and he smiled almost instantly.
"I'm going to bed, bitches," I announced.
"Alright, do you want me to stay here--"
Tré interrupted Bam. "Not in her bed!" he commanded.
"I wasn't suggesting that..." Bam said slowly.
"Sure!" Tré said, rolling his eyes.
"He wouldn't sleep with me anyways. Don't worry," I said. I wasn't meaning for it to come out harshly, but it did. "I'll get the mattress from under my bed for you," I added.
About twenty minutes later, I was asleep.
"Um...you did?" I asked.
"No, I just have a knack for these kinda things."
I swear, I could almost hear him grinning from the other end of the phone. "Um...right," I said.
"So, what's up?" he asked.
"Just in a bit of a shock," I replied.
"Can I help?" he asked.
"If you can make sense out of my fucked up life, then yes," I growled into the phone.
"Ah...that's no good...I'm not good with problems, but meet me somewhere, and I'll make you laugh," he insisted.
I smiled. "Sure." I gave him my address and waited for him to arrive.
"So what made you upset?" Bam asked as I got into his car.
"Long story," I answered.
"I have time," he replied with a toothy grin. I smiled back and told him what happened. (I wasn't smiling by the end of it.)
"Ouch. Man, that must hurt," he said.
I nodded. "And that guy...Tré, he was why I started to drum in the first place...and I don't even look like him...he can't be my dad," I said as I ran my hands through my hair.
"Hmmm..." Bam said.
I cocked an eyebrow.
"Would it make you feel better if I beat the shit out of someone?" he asked.
I sighed, "Depends on who."
"What if I sang?" he said.
"Once again, it depends," I said.
"Goddamn, there is no winning with you, is there girl?" he laughed.
I smirked. "Thanks Bam," I said sarcastically.
He was fiddling with the radio when "Good Riddance" came on. A tear dripped down my cheek and his eyes went wide.
"Sorry," he said as he changed it.
"Don't worry," I replied.
About ten minutes of awkward silences later, Bam sighed.
"I wanna do something fun," I said.
"Yeah, me too. Do you know anywhere?" he asked.
"No...this place is a fucking hole," I said bitterly.
"How about night swimming?" he asked.
"Ooh yeah! Good idea," I said. "But I don't have any clothes," I added.
"Come to my hotel--" I cut him off.
"No, I won't sleep with you," I joked.
"Aww. No seriously. My...um...ex, she had her shit there, she left, well I kicked her out..." he said.
"Oh...I'm sorry," I said.
"Yeah well, she was a whore anyway," he said, putting on a fake smile.
"Love fucks people up. The only true love is found by people who only have each other," I said.
He smiled and pulled the car to a stop outside the hotel.
"And welcome to Casa-De-Bam," he said in a fake accent.
"You fucking suck," I said, rolling my eyes.
We walked inside the lobby and collected his keys and shit, then walked into the lift (elevator).
"Stand in the middle and don't hold onto the railings," I commanded.
He obeyed and stood behind me.
"I like this position," he whispered in my ear whilst holding my hips with his hands.
I rolled my eyes and slapped him softly. "Get ready to feel the gravity," I said.
As we were walking out of the lift, the gravity of the lift finally hit me, and I stumbled over.
"Holy shit! Are you okay?!" Bam asked.
"Yeah. Just the gravity," I chuckled.
"You sure?" he asked again.
"Yes, now shut up before I call you 'Brandon'," I threatened.
He turned me around to face him, and then he looked into my eyes.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare," he said slowly.
"Wanna bet?" I challenged.
"Yup," he replied.
I took a deep breath. "BRANDON!" I screamed.
His eyes widened, and he began to chase after me.
"Told ya!" I yelled over my shoulder.
As I turned around I ran into someone.
"Watch it--Morreh?!" It was Steve-o.
Bam caught up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Who the fuck's this douche bag?" he snapped protectively.
"I'm Steve-o," he said.
"You're the fucking cock-fag who made Morreh cry?!" Bam snarled.
The depth and loudness of Bam's voice made Steve-o back away a couple of steps.
"I...uh..." Bam cut him off.
"Cut the fuckin' shit, asshole. Fuck off, or fucking be prepared to be in some serious shit!" Bam yelled.
Steve-o was glued to the spot...well he was for about a second, then he did a runner the fuck out of here.
"Thanks Bam," I said. He turned me around to face him, then he hugged me sorta tightly.
"Now who's up for some night swimmin'?!"
When we dried off, I noticed something, some familiar tattoos...
"Bam Margera..." I muttered.
He turned around. "Well, it's about time," he sighed.
"Hey! Just cos I'm slow," I joked.
"You, slow? Never!" he mocked.
"Oh shut up. You love it," I said.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said as he tried to hump me.
We laughed for a bit, and then there was that fucking annoying awkward silence.
"What time do you have to be back?" he asked.
"Um...seeing as I did a runner...they won't be expecting me any time soon," I explained.
He nodded. "But seriously. You do have to go back..." he replied.
I shook my head and shut my eyes tightly. "I'm not going back," I stated firmly.
"Yes, yes you are," he said.
Once again I shook my head.
"Morreh. I swear to God, if I fucking have to carry you home, there will be trouble," he threatened, half jokingly.
"Just an hour more..." I whined. I shot him my best puppy dog eyes while I was whining.
He sighed. "Alright, just an hour," he said.
"You make it sound like it's a chore," I joked.
He rolled his eyes, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.
"Fuck you Bam," I laughed.
"Gladly," he replied.
*An hour later*
"I don't wanna go!" I whined. Me and him were lying on the bed, watching TV. And yes, we DID have clothes on.
"I thought we made an agreement," Bam sighed.
"No. You fell for it. I'M NOT FUCKING GOING BACK!" I yelled.
"Morreh..." he said.
"I'll stay with you...if you go home," he reasoned.
I sighed, "Bam you don't under--"
He cut me off. "Yes I do, just give them a chance to explain," he said.
"Fine," I said as I laid my head on his shoulder.
He had his arm around my shoulders as we were walking outside to the car park.
"Thanks," I whispered.
He acknowledged it by nodding.
The ride back was silent...dead...uncomfortably...silent, until he started to hum something.
"What are ya humming there?" I asked.
"80," he replied.
"Awesome. That's one of my favorite Green Day songs," I said proudly.
He nodded. "You do know it's about Billie's wife, right?" he questioned.
"No shit, sherlock. I like Mike more," I laughed.
He smiled and turned on the radio. This time there were no memories of pain.
"This is your house, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
He walked round to my side of the car and opened my door for me.
"Thanks...for all this shit," I said.
"No problem. It's about time I do something nice," he grinned
"Give yourself credit," I muttered.
We walked inside quietly until Mum came running over to us.
"Oh, you found my daughter, I was so worried," she sobbed.
"If you were so worried, then why didn't you look for me?!" I snapped.
Bam nudged me slightly.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed," I added.
We walked up to my room, and I collapsed on the bed.
"You can be really pissy when you want, you know that?" Bam asked.
"Do I know that?" I mocked.
He rolled his eyes, laid down with me, and put his arm around me.
"You're getting really close for someone I've only known for a day," I said.
"Meh," he replied.
As I lay my head shoulder, Tré appeared in the door way. I sat up and pulled Bam up next to me.
"Laura--"
I cut him off. "It's Morreh," I corrected.
"Right, Morreh. Sorry, I didn't know you were going through such a hard time and all. And I'm sorry I haven't seen you in all of these years. But I did try. Remember all those years ago, when you used to play netball. In the grand final, when you shot the winning goal...well not the winning one, cos you guys fucking slaughtered the other team. But remember the three guys who wouldn't shut up?" he said.
I nodded, smiling.
"That was me, Mike, and Billie. We wanted to see you...but your mum said no," he explained.
"Hug him for fuck's sake," Bam whispered in my ear.
I laughed and walked over to where Tré was and hugged him. He was a bit stiff for a second, but then hugged me back. I saw Bam smirk from behind Tré, so I flipped him the bird.
"Um...Tré, this is Bam," I said, motioning to the smirking idiot.
"I knew it was Bam," he said in a kind of smart-assed tone.
"She's just like you," Bam stated.
"Oh, shut up," I laughed.
"Wait till I tell Rebel," I added.
"Rebel?" Tré asked.
"Two words. Mad obsession," I said.
His eyes went wide. "Are ya serious?" he asked in a high-pitched voice.
"Yup. She's fuckin' awesome, not a teenie...ooh, and she's coming here in a week or so, too," I said, still smirking. "I reckon you'd like her," I said.
"But...I'm not a pedophile," he sputtered.
"Dumbass...she's twenty," I said.
"Oh..." he said.
I laughed at his stupidity.
"I wasn't asking you to become a pedophile," I said.
"Haha you're dead, the joke is--"
"Hello Morreh's house of kinkay love, open 24 hours a day. Morreh speaking, how may I help you?" I said into my phone.
"What did I tell you about your phone greetings?" Rebel said.
"Um...they're kinky?" I guessed.
"No, just shorten them, I'm running out of credit," she said.
"Okay, so what's up?" I asked.
"I'm coming here in the next two days, though," she replied.
"Really?! Awesome! You'll get to meet Tr--"
Tre clamped his hands over my mouth, while Bam was laughing.
"I'll get to meet who?" she asked skeptically.
"Um...older shit head," I lied.
"Uh...okaay...I've gotta go now, see ya in two days," she said.
"Yeah, right, see ya Rebel," I said.
"I am not a shit head!" Tré protested.
"Aww, how did you know I was talking about you?" I cooed jokingly.
"Oh, shut up," Tré said.
"Don't tell her to shut up!" Bam snapped.
"Haha, you got told by Bam!" I laughed.
Bam looked proudly, then said, "Hey! Was that an insult?"
"A little slow there, Bam," I said.
He pretended to sulk as me and Tré laughed.
"Aww, do you want a hug?" I asked.
"Maybe..." Bam sulked.
I hugged Bam, and he smiled almost instantly.
"I'm going to bed, bitches," I announced.
"Alright, do you want me to stay here--"
Tré interrupted Bam. "Not in her bed!" he commanded.
"I wasn't suggesting that..." Bam said slowly.
"Sure!" Tré said, rolling his eyes.
"He wouldn't sleep with me anyways. Don't worry," I said. I wasn't meaning for it to come out harshly, but it did. "I'll get the mattress from under my bed for you," I added.
About twenty minutes later, I was asleep.
