Bam / Ryan OTP

Happy Birthday Bam!!! <3<3<3

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:53:29 GMT

Happy Birthday to you Bam!!!! And because we all know WHO makes you laugh and feel happy this picspam is dedicated to you our B-day boy!

B-day picspam ;-)

So, Hey there.

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:13:00 GMT

Hey there sailors.

I doubt much of you guys remember me anymore but I used to make icons. A lot of icons. But I stopped. I was also doing an Dugera 100 icon challenge, then my computer crashed. And shit happened. But, I wanted to finish this so, I restarted it. And if you are interested in Dugera icons for your daily needs, please go to this link I am gonna post. Like right now. No seriously.

Link to the direct page

like boyfriend and boyfriend

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:12:38 GMT

This is at the opening of Bam's new bar. Good to see they're still hangin out ~~and screwin~~ after cumball

Viva La - Season Three [Bam/Ryan, Bam/Jenn] NC-17/R

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:35:10 GMT

Title: Viva La Season Three
Fandom: Viva La Bam
Characters/Pairing: Bam/Ryan, Bam/Jenn, Dico, Raab, Rake, Ape, Phil, Vito and others
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Yadda blah bleh.
Rating: R - NC-17 (swearing and sex)
AN: This is part three in the series of five. As you can guess, this is Season Three.
Each of these are told from Bam’s point of view.
I finished this much sooner than I though I would…

{Side Note: Although I‘m not the hugest of Jenn fans, I don‘t hate her guts either. So yeah, she‘s here, and yes there are ‘moments’ but in the end it’s a Bam/Ryan so…no flames for Jenn being here. Okay. I have plot, she’s required. ~~Besides, she’s kinda hot. Well she is!~~}

{Second Side Note: I think we can all tell if we watch the DVD’s that this series was not aired in the same sequence that it was filmed in. If we just look at Glomb’s hair we can tell [is it bad that I place my time line on Glomb’s hair?]. Rather than make my head hurt more and attempt to figure out how it was really filmed I’ve decided to just leave it in the order it was shown. Makes it less confusing for all.}

Viva La Season One, Part One
Viva La Season One, Part Two
Viva La Season Two
Viva La Season Three

Comments make me happy.

Viva La - Season Two [Bam/Ryan, Bam/Jenn] NC-17/R

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 13:07:32 GMT

I have finally got off my ass and finished some of my Bam/Ryan's from like...years ago. *hangs head*

expect spam. ^_^

Title: Season Two
Fandom: Viva La Bam
Characters/Pairing: Bam/Ryan, Bam/Jenn, Dico, Raab, Rake, Ape, Phil, Vito and others
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Yadda blah bleh.
Rating: R - NC-17 (swearing and sex)[Bam has a really potty mouth]
AN: This is part two in the series of five. As you can guess, this is Season Two.
Each of these are told from Bam’s point of view.
Warning: This contains HET sex. And slash. But the real warning is the het. Okay.
{Side Note: I’m trying to figure out just where Jenn is in most of these, I can’t really find her. So, I’m making it up as I go. ^_^ Because not all Jenn is Hate. ~~She’s pretty! Leave me be!~~}

Viva La Season One, Part One
Viva La Season One, Part Two

Viva La Season Two

Comments are Lovely

Gumball pics

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:39:49 GMT

( And then what happened was... )

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 04:44:41 GMT

Last photo of the boys during the Gumball.

How Ryan Dunn came to Westchester.

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 08:46:24 GMT

I'm doing a bit of research for a fic and I was wondering if anyone knew the story of Ryan moving to Westchester?

Or anything about how they boys met/got on when they first met/funny stories etc.

Assorted Gumball 2008

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:51:50 GMT

Here be linkage for some Gumball related Dugera.

First, a wee pic of jealous!Bam being jealous:

Also, I found a vid made by one of the Gumballers and let me just say that I don't think he meant to get the Dugera on tape but he did.

It turns out that the guys posting the vid also has a blog. I put one of their pics in the above post, but you also can find more pics of Bam or Ryan here.

Enjoy.

icon post

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:48:56 GMT

meh. got bored and made more icons...

Because I ain't sure, number 5 may not be safe for work, so just be careful I guess. Ain't that bad, though, but still, I ain't sure...

Preview:

[1-15] Bam and Ryan
[16-30] Bam
[31] Bam and Phil
[32] Bam and Johnny + a fish
[33 - 43] Ryan
[34-35] Ryan and Johnny

1	2	3	4	5

6	7	8	9	10

11	12	13	14	15

16	17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24	25

26	27	28	29	30

31	32	33	34	35

36	37	38	39	40

41	42	43	44	45

Rules:
Credit ain't necessary, but don't claim as your own
Do not alter -- although: I don't add text much because of vision problems, so if you wish to do so with textless icons, feel free, but do not take credit for the entire icon please
And no hotlinking. Because I very well could delete these and then you lose 'em.

And erm... I hunted around the net to find Ryan and Bam images, so if you see a pic you think was yours and don't like it bein' used, tell me and I'll kill the icon or icons... Any Jackass caps -- think only one here -- was made by me.

Icon table setup here: http://silvinscorner.awardspace.com/icontable/

icons

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 18:55:08 GMT

already posted here once before, but that was just some intro thing i didn't even remember posting until it showed up in my f-list, so i'm gonna call this my first 'official' post, 'cause it's icons, which means actual visuals...

and pictures where mostly found in this comm, so if you see one of your pics has been used and don't like it, tell me and i can kill the icon or icons... any other pics found through google...

right, quick edit, forgot some of them all important rules:

credit ain't necessary, but don't claim as your own
no altering -- textless icons are not bases
and no hotlinking! i heard that's bad and stuff, so you no do, okay?

Sample:

001	002	003


004	005	006


007	008	009


010	011	012


013	014	015


016	017	018


019	020	021

Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

To add to what was all ready put up

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 06:58:09 GMT

I just love how they are most of the DO NOT DO video.

Gumball vids

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 18:42:11 GMT

I just realised that these haven't been posted here. Enjoy!

gumball 3000 wireimage untagged

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:16:33 GMT

i hope you all enjoyed my goodies.
i miss you guys!!!! :-[
xoxo,
rissa

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 06:55:27 GMT

First off, new here, so hi... but today I've been watching Jackass and Viva La Bam, and I never noticed before but there are a lot of Dugera moments. Putting under a cut because I'm not sure about length rules... same with tags.

Don't remember any of the ep names, but there was the skit in Jackass called bungee swamp or something... just after Dunn gets dressed up -- and just the way him and Bam were dressed lol -- how close they got. Couldn't get any pics because the vid quailty was craptacular, but just watching is enough. One part where their faces was reaaally close and yeah... And uhm... coulda been the same ep, but I don't remember, where Ryan dives intothe tank of crap? How Bam just goes and starts poking at his thigh, and then definitely noticing his ass.

And then the entire Bamiature Golf episode was good too...

Very glad I stumbled across this 'pairing', and then this comm :D

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 03:12:35 GMT

One more! Thanks to finnegas for finding this one.

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 08:53:57 GMT

I just found this out today. But apparently, Bam and Ryan are doing the Gumball this year. First, A new interview with Bam. They show some of the clips from 2006 and Bam has a few tales of his and Dunn's flight to San Francisco. Ryan almost got himself and Bam arrested. His interview starts about half way through. hhttp://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=40445849

And one photo.

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 11:00:46 GMT

Ryan's back! Radio Bam photos from 7/28/08. If you haven't listen to the show yet, do it! Dunn even mentions us Dugera lovers at the very end!

Fighting Against Destiny 1/1

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:46:52 GMT

Hey! It is my first post here, so please be gentle. :) Enjoy! *hopes*

TITLE: Fighting Against Destiny (1/1)
AUTHOR: lindtti
BETA: k_in_buffalo
RATING: G
PAIRING: Dungera (Ryan Dunn/Bam Margera)
WARNINGS: If you like Missy, don’t read it. I warned.
DISCLAIMER: After Bam’s wedding Ryan moves to LA. For almost one year they have only sporadic contact. But Ryan thinks that his departure was the best solution to them. Is he right?
I own nobody and nothing except the plot of this fic. This is absolute fiction. No money from writing, only a lot of fun!

Fighting Against Destiny

Your comments are love...

Ryan Dunn on Radiobam

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 08:16:07 GMT

Everyone should check out the new episode of Radiobam on ipacmm.com/radiobam. it is the first one to have Dunn on it in about a year. and i must say that he is a raving bi-curious man. lol

Icons?

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 21:25:43 GMT

Why, yes. Yes they are. lol so basicly the deal is I only get internet like 2 days a week, so the rest of the week I spend trying to be artistic. :P lol So I made these throughout the week. ENJOY!

PS. No hotlinking, and please credit!

Teasers:

Medicine has Nothing to do With It.

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 06:57:49 GMT

Title: Medicine has Nothing to do With It.

Warnings: Meh… Bit of language is all.

Word Count: 679

Summery: Ryan has slept in until noon, and Bam didn’t take his medicine. Shit. From Ryan’s point of view

Authors Note: Okay, so I’m new to this here group, and I decided that I needed to add a contribution. This isn’t the first fic that I’ve ever written, but it is my first Dugera, and I don’t usually post my work because I’m a bit self-conscious. So I hope that you all like it.

Feedback is good. *nods*

It's quiet. I would almost like it, if it weren't for the fact that it's never quiet around here. There is always something going on in the house, be it Ape doing laundry downstairs or Dico cussing out "ye fuck-faced bastard" in one of the many video games that we've accumulated over the years.

It's really quiet. I think it's a bit unnerving, really.

I roll over onto my side and look at the digital clock on the side table. At first the numbers are blurred, but as they come into focus they tell me that it is indeed, ten till noon. I know that I should get up and eat something or socialize, but I just don't think I can. I'm too damn comfortable.

At least I was.

I say this because it seems that a full grown man has decided to take a running start and pounce on me with all his might.

"MLEGHR! Bam what the fuck are you doing?" I would yell, but he knocked the wind out of me.

"How can you still be asleep? It's a fucking beautiful day outside, and you're sleeping it away," he says like he can't believe that I was even sleeping in the first place.

"For Pete’s sake, I was about to get up anyway..."

"No you weren't."

"...Yes I was."

"No, I really don't think that you were...."

"How in the name of all that is rubber and water-based would you know what the hell I was about to do?" I ask pointedly, and a little bit annoyed. He shouldn't be aloud to read minds.

"Because, I can read minds," Bam replies matter-of-factly. I stare at him and blink a couple of times. Riiiiiight. "Come on, get up, and put some pants on. We got shit to do."

"Alright," I say and move to get up. There seems to be a problem here. Bam is still stratling me, sitting on my stomach with a shit eating-grin on his face. "Hey there sunshine, you wanna get up off me so we can go do this shit of which you speak, or are you gunna sit there flashing those pearly whites at me all day?"

He just sits there. Still staring at me with that grin. It's starting to get a little bit frightening... "MOO HA HA!"

"Oh god," I moan. It's going to be a long day.. "Bam, did you take your meds today?" I ask him, remembering his ADD.

"My dearest Ryan, medicine has nothing to do with it!" He exclaims.

"So, that's a no?"

He's still sitting on my stomach, smiling his ass off. It's getting a little hard to breath, at that.

"Dude, Bam, get off, I'm starting to get hungry."

As if on queue, my stomach lets out a huge growl, that I wouldn't be surprised if all of Pennsylvania heard. I look at Bam and almost jump when I see the look on his pretty little face. His eyes are open wide, and sparkling with glee and his mouth is hanging open like I had just told him that HIM was doing a concert in his back yard this very second.

"Bam...."

"DUDE! THAT WAS SO COOL! I COULD FEEL YOUR STOMACH GROWL THROUGH MY BUTT!"

"Bam."

"You have to do it again!" He exclaims, sounding like a little kid that just saw a magic trick.

"BAM!" I yell. Finally he looks at me, giving me his full attention. "Get. The fuck. Off of me."

"Give us a kiss first," He says, as he moves his face closer to mine. He looks very business-like.

I sigh, rolling my eyes, lifting my head up to give him a quick peck on the lips. "Happy?" I ask.

"Hmmmm," He says, thinking it over. "Nope."

And with that he leans down and gives me a full-blown passionate kiss that makes my hungry tummy do front-hand springs and ariels. We break the kiss and look at each other. I know that we're both thinking the same thing.

No one is getting out of this bed anytime soon.

A bit of advertisement...

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:25:48 GMT

Anyone on Facebook knows that there is no Dugera group. Why? I don't know, but I wanted to be part of it, so I made one: Ryan Dunn + Bam Margera = Dugera♥

If anyone wants to join, just do ahead. And first three people to join become officers :D ~~I know, what a lame attempt to get people to join.~~

Yes, so I'm done. I shall crawl back into my hole now. Lash me if advertising is not accepted.

Fic: On The Edge 1/1

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 04:06:47 GMT

Title: On the Edge

Author: dirnty-roshambo

Pairing: Ryan/Bam

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I make no claim as to owning any real persons within this work of FICTION. No money is being made here, so suing is unnecessary.

Summary: Bam feels like he can’t do anything without Ryan. Not my best work, but I just needed to write something.~ 900 words.

You’re on the edge of that cliff, just standing there with your nose peeking over the very last rock and nothing is holding you down. You ask yourself how did it come to this, why this, why me? And for the first time in your life you really want to jump.

The skateboard beneath your feet reminds you it’s all another stunt; your friends await the great jump from down below. Their tiny bodies look like ants when you’re stationed up at several hundred fucking feet. That one person, the only person you wish were here is not, and you feel like falling. Suddenly the wheels roll closer to the edge and you swear your heart and foot are somehow directly connected because your brain sure as hell knows better.

A cheer followed by a whistle travel up to your ears, making you involuntarily cringe; you can’t pull it off without seriously fucking up, not without him.

“Let’s go, millionaire!”

That voice shakes you out of your thoughts and you realize you have a job to do; to impress, to make an even bigger idiot out of yourself than last week. Your big scared eyes squint through the burning sunlight and a mean scowl sours your face.

“Shut the fuck up, dipshits!” You scream without meaning to sound so insecure. But you are in fact insecure so the world seems to make sense up on that cliff. That mother fucking cliff.

The ramp looks flimsy, the poorly concealed duct tape starting to peel and fray on the ends over two conjoined pieces of wood. The water beyond the ramp reflects the golden sun proudly shining the rays in your direction; you’re temporarily blinded and can only hear the sounds of obnoxious and obscene hollering from down below. The gravel being pushed aside and crunched behind you is just a rabbit or bird or something, so you don’t bother to take a look.

When a narrow shadow appears beside you, you know instantly someone else is there. You tilt your head just enough to see the toes of two muddy sneakers and wisps of smoke trailing through the warm air.

“Hey,” he says awfully cavalier. Or maybe you’re only hearing it that way because you are angry, no, infuriated with him.

“You can do it,” he continues; this time his voice hitches just a bit, which makes you involuntarily crack a smile. “C’mon, Bam…”

“Ya know…” you growl as your body turns fully around, and although you can’t see his face due to the glare, the way he instantly flicks his cigarette onto the dirt when you stare at him ensures you he’s sorry. “Where the fuck have you been?”

He glances down quickly, eying the sizzling orange ash as if it is going to offer him a good excuse. “I’ve been around,” he mumbles as he smothers the butt with the heel of his shoe.

“Bullshit, Ryan!” You strain a whisper rather than yell, why you are not so sure. You’re pissed, absolutely insane with fury, but by god the fact that he is finally there makes your entire body tremble with what you think is either lust or pure adrenaline; you can’t possibly be upset now.

“Well I’m here now, ok?”

His eyes are then become visible; those big grayish-green orbs that look so pathetic you actually feel sorry for even whispering at the guy. He takes a step closer, inching his way towards you with extreme caution. You turn back around to face the ramp before he can put his arm around your shoulders. Just because you feel bad doesn’t mean he needs to know that.

“So how far do you think I’ll get before I break my neck?” You ask as you look out over the water.

“Don’t talk like that, Bam,” Ryan tries to touch you again but you shimmy away just in time to avoid him. He sighs, dropping his hands at his sides and settling for pushing his body right up against yours. You can feel the roughness of his jeans through the thin fabric of your shorts. “Maybe when you hit the surface.”

“Huh!?” You turn your head swiftly to see him laughing. His smile makes you smile, and soon the giggles are contagious. His beard tickles your cheek and nothing in the world makes you want to move from the safe spot on that cliff.

“Yo! Less humpin’, more jumpin’!” Someone yells from the grassy area down below.

“You better get going,” he whispers into your hair. If only you could have felt his hot breath on your skin.

“Kiss me first.” You demand, not caring if he wants to or not. Luckily for you he does. He first presses his lips to your temple before reaching for your waiting lips. Both of your mouths are dry and the kiss doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t matter when you’re up there. He’s here, where he should be, forever, and he’ll be waiting right when you get out of the water.

You stand right over the edge, trying with all of your might not to fuck this up. Before you go, you quickly look back.

“So…see you at the bottom?”

“If you don’t break your neck.”

You grin, “Yeah, I’m not worried about it.” Finally you’re not alone up there on that fucking cliff.

End

I'm With You

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 21:31:38 GMT

Title: I'm With You
Chapter: One
Word Count: 2,336
Pairing: Bam/Ryan
Warning: A bit of cussing, nothing more.
Disclaimer: Sadly, this story is not true in any way. Never happened as far as I know.
Summary: Bam isn't into Jenn anymore. Can Ryan help?
Author's Note: So, this is my first Dugera thing I've ever written in my life so...Go easy on me, I guess. Oh, most of the chapters, by the way, will have both Ryan and Bam's POV in them unless they end up being too long.

---Bam's POV---

I'm not really sure when I started to look at Ryan in a different way than usual. I mean, Jesus, he was my best friend. How could I even begin to think of him...that way. I couldn't. So I didn't...or I wouldn't tell anyone that I did. No one needed to know I wasn't attracted to Jenn anymore and that my attentions had turned to someone quite the opposite.

It got harder, though. Especially when he was around. It was even worse when they were both around. I was torn between my two loyalties: my girlfriend and my best friend. I felt a need constantly to turn away from Jenn and say anything to Ryan, to make him laugh or smile. Anything to have his eyes on me. Normally I got that sort of attention easily from just about everyone, but in Ryan's case, I felt like I had to earn it. Jenn was easy to impress and didn't offer the challenge like she used to. And I lived for challenges.

All these thoughts raced through my mind as I stared into the beer in front of me. Everyone was over, as usual, and I had slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen. I sat on a stool, my elbows resting on the counter. I couldn't take being with both of them again. I had been gone for about half an hour and was really surprised that no one had come looking for me. Of course, when Jess was home, my parents and everyone were always catching up. I checked my watch and knew I'd have to make a reappearance soon. If not, god knows what kind of search party they'd send out.

I moved to stand up and accidentally knocked over my beer. It spilled quickly from the bottle and all over the counter and my pants. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, moving to get paper towels quickly. Ape would kill me if I let it stay there and get sticky. After a quick clean up, I made my way upstairs, hoping to God I had another pair of jeans somewhere.

I had just pulled the sticky jeans off when my door burst open. Ryan stood in the door frame, a beer in one hand, the other still on the door handle. He looked me over, an eyebrow raising. "Didnt mean to interrupt," he said, a smirk on his face.

"You didn't, jackass. I spilled beer in the kitchen. I was just changing before going back downstairs." I said, realizing my words were a bit rushed as I searched for the other jeans. Ryan had seen me with even less clothes on than this but just being without my jeans on felt awkward now.

I had the jeans pulled up and was buttoning them when he spoke again. "Good. Jenn was starting to wonder where you were. You know, no offense, but she can be a real pain in the ass."

I shrugged his comment off. I knew that. I was surprised by the fact he had added the words 'no offense' into the sentence. The cameras had been around recently and people were always a little more outgoing than normal. I was definitely no exception. I guessed the quick change back to the occasional completely nice demeanor was unexpected. He must have sensed something was wrong. "Hey, are you okay? You seem...really weird lately, man. And I'm not the only one who has noticed."

"I'm fine, Mom." I figured if I could joke about it, maybe he'd drop it. Of course not.

"Look, I'm just looking out for you. If you need to talk, we can talk. "

I could see the concern in his eyes that I heard in his voice. I hated that look. It made me want to pour out every secret he didn't know. Okay, so there was only three but still. "Then let's talk. "

He actually walked in, shutting the door behind him, before coming over and sitting on my bed. I sat down next to him and pushed my fingers through my hair. "I don't like Jenn anymore. "

Silence. That generally wasn't good. "Uhh...okay. So what're you gonna do?" He asked, rubbing his tired eyes. His beer had found a resting spot on the floor and I reached for it. I took a long swig and put it back.

"I have no idea. I don't want to lead her on. But I don't really want to have to break up with her. You know how girls get."

Ryan nodded, understanding as usual. "Well, I'd just do it. The worst that could happen is Jenn hits you." He knew that was a sore subject. I would never actually admit it, at least not yet, but Jenn could definitely kick some of my ass if she wanted to. She had anger management problems and could be really scary when drunk. "And if she does that all you gotta do is tell me."

I glanced sideways. "Tell you? Why?"

"Because I'll take you to get the damn restraining order she deserves."

I couldn't let him see the smile that had formed slightly on my lips. I could never let him know how much it meant to me that he cared that much about me.

At my silence, he raised another eyebrow at me, his head tilted slightly to the right, that dopey smile seemingly glued onto his face. "Are you sure you're not sick or something?" He reached out to touch my forehead and as much as I would have loved to feel that lightly calloused hand elsewhere, I pushed his hand away and that thought out of my head.

"I'm fine. I guess we'd better head back downstairs before they start thinking god knows what." I said, watching Ryan as he stood up.

He turned to me, a serious look on his face. "You mean thinking things like we're gay lovers and are having our way with each other at this very moment?"

My throat dried up for a few seconds. He began laughing, and held his hand out. I forced a laugh and a smile as I took his hand, standing up. "Yeah, things like that."

"Good thing its not true then," he said as we walked out of the bedroom together. Right. Good thing.

---Ryan's POV---

It didn't take me long to realize how much I liked Bam after I first met him. Sure, we were best friends and it felt wrong to think of him as anything more but...some things you just can't deny. I had kept the secret since highschool, knowing the one person I would ever trust enough to tell was the one person I'd never be able to. Hell, even if I did, it's not like it would matter. Bam wasn't gay and he had Jenn. And I was left in the best friend stage. It could have been worse.

Bam ended up spending more time with me, Raab, Dico, and the rest of the boys than Jenn anyway. In that instance, I felt as if I had at least one victory. Except it got harder and harder to be around him. I wanted to yell as loud as I could at him every time he wanted to do something stupid that he knew could hurt him. But could I do that? Of course not. I had to sit around, telling him how awesome it would be.

I shook my head, disappointed in myself. Something like that had happened earlier today. God, where was the backbone I supposedly had? Missing, apparently. I took a quick drink of my beer before setting it down on the table next to me. Everyone was talking loudly around me, catching up with Jess. No one seemed to have noticed that I was just staring off into space for about half an hour. Figured. Bam was the only one who ever gave a shit about me anyway. Thinking of, where was Bam? My eyes moved around the room, and fell on the empty chair next to Jenn. When had he slipped out and how had I not noticed?

"Dunn?" I heard a frantic voice ask in my general direction. I moved my eyes a few degrees to the left to look at Jenn, who looked all too entirely worried. "Do you know where Bam is?"

I shook my head before answering, "Nope, but I can go find out." She said something as I walked away, but I ignored her as usual. Nothing she said was ever worth shit anyway. The first place I looked was the kitchen, thinking maybe he had gone for another beer. Well, there was an empty one sitting forgotten on the counter if that meant anything. I headed for the fridge to get another one for myself. Where else could I look? Oh, duh. Bedroom.

I took a long drink before opening his bedroom door. I really hoped that I wasn't interrupting him doing...anything. Okay, maybe I did. What I saw, however, ended up making me smirk. He definitely wasn't doing what I thought he might have been but hey. I could still mess with him. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't, jackass. I spilled beer in the kitchen. I was just changing before going back downstairs," he replied. His voice sounded a bit nervous and rushed but I didn't think anything of it.

Realizing how much time had passed since he had spoken, that I had spent watching him get dressed, I decided I should probably say something. "Good. Jenn was starting to wonder where you were. You know, no offense, but she can be a real pain in the ass."

He didn't seem to care. I frowned a bit, watching him. He had been acting weird lately and this was definitely weird for him. In general, he didn't really jump to Jenn's defense when it came to stuff like that but he didn't exactly let it slide that easily either. "Hey, are you okay? You seem...really weird lately. And I'm not the only one who has noticed."

"I'm fine, Mom," he replied, trying to joke with me. Eh, I wasn't that easy to throw off.

"Look, I'm just looking out for you. If you need to talk, we can talk." It wasn't often that I showed him that I was actually worried about him, but I guess I was now.

"Then let's talk."

I walked in and shut the door behind me. I knew all too well that people in this house could not keep a secret. I sat down on his bed, put my beer on the floor, and saw him sit down next to me from the corner of my eye. His next statement really shocked me. "I don't like Jenn anymore."

What exactly was I supposed to say to that? I knew what I wanted to say and wanted to do, but...that was not an option. Especially now. "Uhh...okay. So what're you gonna do?" I rubbed my eyes, knowing that I would probably be passing out soon. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night and after a day like today, my body was craving sleep. I watched as he took a drink from my beer and sat it down again. I knew some girl on eBay would pay thousands for that bottle. I rolled my eyes at myself and turned my attention back to what Bam was saying.

"I have no idea. I don't want to lead her on. But I don't really want to have to break up with her. You know how girls get."

I nodded. I had broken up with enough girls to know that the majority tended to get too emotional and started crying. I knew somewhere in my head that I shouldn't say what I ended up saying but if I didn't, he would have thought something was wrong with me. "Well, I'd just do it. The worst that could happen is Jenn hits you. And if she does that all you gotta do is tell me."

I had told myself that the minute Jenn ever laid a hand on Bam in any other way than simply joking around, I would drag his ass out of the house and take him to the police myself. She was a psycho bitch and I hated her. Of course, I could never come out and say this.

"Tell you? Why?"

As if he didn't know. "Because I'll take you to get the damn restraining order she deserves." We sat in silence for a bit and I wasn't sure if I had crossed the line or not. I didn't mean to. Not really, anyway. Okay, so maybe now would be a good time to try and get him to smile. I tilted my head slightly, smiling at him. "Are you sure you're not sick or something?" I reached out to feel his forehead and after what seemed like a slightly delayed response, he pushed my hand away.

Ah, what a common reaction. I sighed lightly under my breath, glad that he obviously hadn't heard judging by his response. "I'm fine. I guess we'd better head back downstairs before they start thinking god knows what."

I stood up, turned to him. Maybe this would be a nice opportunity to slip in a sentence that I could only wish was true. "You mean thinking things like we're gay lovers and are having our way with each other at this very moment?"

I could tell that had caught him off-guard a bit. Still, after a second or two, he laughed and smiled. I held out my hand and helped him up. "Yeah, things like that."

He had dropped my hand as quickly as he didn't need it any more. It tingled and my fingers felt a bit stiff. I stretched them out, trying to get the feeling to go away. "Good things its not true then." I was such a good liar.

1	2	3	4	5

6	7	8	9	10

11	12	13	14	15

16	17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24	25

26	27	28	29	30

31	32	33	34	35

36	37	38	39	40

41	42	43	44	45

001	002	003


004	005	006


007	008	009


010	011	012


013	014	015


016	017	018


019	020	021

1	2	3	4	5

6	7	8	9	10

11	12	13	14	15

16	17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24	25

26	27	28	29	30

31	32	33	34	35

36	37	38	39	40

41	42	43	44	45

001	002	003


004	005	006


007	008	009


010	011	012


013	014	015


016	017	018


019	020	021