//Ville Valo\\Love_Story//Brandon Dicamillo\\00

|--CHAPTER 1 START--|

Well, I eventually found a place to eat. It was a simple store name even. It was called Delicious Snacks. I took a seat and ordered a simple piece of Peanut Butter Cheesecake and a large sweet tea to drink.

"Thanks," I replied as they sat down.

"You're welcome. Would you like anything else, Miss?" the lady asked.

"No thanks," I looked at her name tag, "Gloria. This is enough. Trust me."

The old lady laughed, "All right then."

I dug into my cheesecake happily, when I heard a familiar voice. I turned my head around quickly, and I caught his gaze.

"Hey, it's the chick from earlier," the guy walked over to me.

Oh my god! Bam Margera is walking over to me! What do I do? Does my hair look crappy? Do I have on too much make-up?! I thought in horror, excitement, etc.

"Hey, you're that chick that I talked to earlier, right?" he asked.

I nodded since I couldn't find words.

He left and extended his hand, "Bam Margera! What's your name?"

"Sora Ohama," I replied, shaking his hand in shock, "Nice to meet you."

He laughed, "You're coming with us!"

He pulled me out of the booth.

"B-But my cheesecake!" I shouted.

"Paid for," he drug me out.

I pouted, but I then became excited. Bam Margera - the one and only - was taking me out somewhere!!

"Hey, Sora?" he asked.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You're...Japanese?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yup. And proud! But...where exactly are you taking me and why?"

"I'm taking you to our party. We're short one person...so..." he said.

I nodded, a little upset but happy at the same time.

He pushed me into the hummer, and I sighed, looking around at everything. It was quite messy to tell you the truth.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"I'm 20, so I can't drink," I replied, "But I will be 21 in two months."

"When in 2 months?" he asked.

"September 1," I smiled.

"Hey, it's on Labor Day this year," he blurted out.

I smiled, "You damn bet it is!"

He laughed, "So are you from around here?"

I shook my head, "Nope. I came from New York, New York. I moved here just because. I got tired of home. It got boring."

"When did you move here?" he asked again.

"Today," I replied.

"Shit, really?" he asked.

"You bet," I replied, looking out my window at everything.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Uhh..." I hesitated, "I actually don't know. I was only eating in there because I was lost. My stupid roomie didn't answer her cell. She doesn't have fucking voice mail connected either, so I couldn't leave a message."

I heard him snickering, and I turned around and looked at him, "What's so funny?"

"You're fucking lost?" he asked.

I glared, "Yes, I'm fucking lost."

He started to laugh, "Well, we're here. Can I see your cell?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Why?"

"So I can get your number and give you mine. Why else?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Dunno."

I got my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I went ahead and opened the door, stepping out. He tossed my phone back and smirked. I rose another eyebrow in curiosity, but I shrugged it off. I looked at my phone and made sure everything was the same, which it was. I checked my phone numbers, and believe it or not, there sit Bam Margera's home phone and cell phone numbers.

Bam looked over at me, "Are ya comin or not?!"

"Yeah, I'm comin!" I shouted back, walking over to him.

"HEY, CAN I HAVE EVERYONE'S ATTENTION?!" Bam shouted over the music.

Everyone froze, and the music was turned off. I stood in the doorway, frozen in state fright.

"This here is Sora Ohama. She'll be hanging out with us for awhile. I found her at a cafe and stuff, and she seems pretty damn cool and all, soooo..." Bam said, "Welcome, Sora!"

I smiled, blushing nervously.

What in the hell did I do to deserve to befriend Bam Fucking Margera!?!?! I'm fucking amazed! This better not be a dream! I exclaimed mentally in surprise.

"You wanna beer?" Raab asked.

"Ah, no thanks. I'm underage," I shook my head no.

"How old are ya then?" Dunn asked.

"20," I smiled, "I'll be 21 on the First of September, though."

"We so gotta take her out to get drunk on her birthday," Bam sighed, "Ah, right. We need to start planning her party!"

"Party...?" I questioned.

"Yeah, duh!" Bam smirked.