You'll Be the Death of Me
Eleven.
At quarter to five, I was running about trying to find my Adios when the doorbell rang. I found my last shoe under the bed and attempted to get the door before anyone else. I was in a simple outfit of jeans, black shirt and Adios, but it did the job quite well. I had my phone and money in my pocket and a tiny amount of makeup.
"Haha, you really thought she'd want to be with you? Ahahahaha. You're not right in the head. She could have a guy like me, so why would she want you? I mean, it's not like she hasn't already done the common thing and realised it was no match."
"Dude, you're fucking up yourself. You'd screw yourself if you could, wouldn't you? You're not the best thing, remember that."
"I know, but I'm still better than you."
"Oh, joy, Margera being nasty to someone, where's the difference in that?" I asked, coming down the stairs. They both looked at me, with the same look, which Bam quickly hid.
"You look better than I remember, Freda."
"Dude, stop with the bullshit. You saw her last night, she looked better then." I think that was his twisted way of complimenting me.
"Bam! Leave him alone, and stop being a little bitch to Frey." Dunn called.
"SCREW YOU!" Bam shouted back in reply. I just rolled my eyes and walked past him out of the door, grabbing Zach as I went. "Try not to catch anything off her, Zachary! Promise me you'll use protection!" He called as I slammed the door shut. Ugh. What a dick. I zoned back into what was going on and saw Zach opening the car door for me, I smiled. What a gentleman... My smile dropped... How like Bam.
"Thanks." I said, replacing my smile and entering the car. He shut it after me and walked round to his side of the car smoothly. I guess he might have a big ego... The car's doing nothing to stop me from thinking that. Mercedes. What kind of job does this guy have?! The ride to the coffee shop was pretty much silent from the two of us. I had no idea what to say and I guess he didn't either. Doesn't seem to go with that smooth attitude he has going on. He's so much different when he's sober. I like him better tipsy so far. He put in a Sex Pistols CD and I smiled as soon as I heard the first song play. I loved them, end of story.
"You like the Pistols?" He asked, glancing over at me.
"Hell yes! They're basically legends of punk. They created the whole genre!"
"Oh, wow. I woulda thought you were more of a metal girl."
"Ahahahaha. No. I'm more into like the punk side of things, including the daft pop-punk stuff. I love it all."
"And you're friends with Bam how?"
"Through Ville and Johnny. Didn't I tell you that already?"
"Not as far as I can remember."
"Oh, well. Yeah, so I know them from just random HIM gigs. Met Ville, who then got me going to all these clubs and stuff, and Johnny was there one time and we just got talking. Then they brought Bam along last time they were in London, and I just started to get really close to him."
"Oh, yeah, you two seem very close. Note the sarcasm."
"He's only just started being like that, seriously. He only started being like that yesterday."
"Well, you had a great friend there, didn't you?"
"I did, seriously!" Okay... Why am I getting so defensive about this? It's just Bam! It's not like he's really anything special, is it? Or... No. He's not. End of. When did the words 'Bam' and 'special' come into the same sentence without the word 'not' somewhere in there?
"Okay... I think we should drop this conversation. I don't really like talking about things that get someone defensive...."
"Yeah, okay, sorry..." Silence. More silence. And more. And more. Coffee shop. Thank fuck for that. Another 2 seconds in that car and I would've gone crazy. I got out as quickly as possible and waited for Zach to lock up his car, and we both entered the shop at the same time, finding a nice little table near the window. He got our drinks and I just sat there like 'yeah....'
Two hours later Zach had dropped me off back at Bam's and I went straight in and flopped down on the sofa.
"So... You have fun tonight?" Raab asked from across the room, on the other sofa. Next to Bam.
"Haha, I wish. He's the kind of guy that's really smooth, big ego, pretty boring when he's sober. I dunno if he could handle me never phoning him again to be honest."
"So, basically, it was a complete bust?"
"Yep. Wish I'd never gone."
"Aww, was he really that crap in bed?" Bam teased.
"Shut it, Margera. Its n-" I stopped myself before I could mention the other nights events. Not in front of Raab.
"Bam, leave her alone. What's she done to you, really? Or him for that matter."
"Erm... Nothing. I just don't like either of them."
"Then why the fuck am I still here?!"
"So I have someone to screw with."
"Fuck this. I'm not here for your own personal pleasure, dipshit." And with that I stormed off.
"Yeah, go on; go have a temper tantrum like the spoiled little rich kid you are!"
"YOU'RE A RICH KID TOO, ASS WIPE!" I near enough ran up the stairs, and slammed the door after me. Causing a couple of shouts. Ville stumbled into my room, looking quite tired as I stomped about the room trying to find my suitcase.
"Frey, what're you doing?"
"Finding a suitcase. I'm leaving that asshole to screw with himself. I've had enough of him."
"What's he said now?"
"That he doesn't like me and I'm here to screw with. And I have absolutely had it with him being such a dick."
"Ugh. This is going too far. Come on."
"What? Ville!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, down the stairs and into the main room, where Raab and Bam were still sat.
"Raab, out. Now."
"What? Dude, no. I'm watching TV!" Ville shot him a look and he groaned. "I wanna be back in a bit. And none of you will stop me." And with that he left.
"Right, Bam."
"Yes?" He said, rolling his eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!" Well, that was a shock. "The first thing, I understand that." How can someone understand that?! All he did was insult me! "But this, now it's getting out of hand. Do you really want her to fucking hate you?!"
"Erm, Ville, I'm stood right here."
"I know that, Frey, but seriously. Bam, fucking accept it. You like her. Stop being such a dick!"
"Wait, wait, wait. What gave you the idea I like her?!"
"Because you said the same thing to Missy as you did to her. And to Jenn." He put on a voice to mimic Bam’s. "'You're a really sloppy kisser, but you're worse in bed.' If I wanted to I could recite your whole speech! You say it to every girl you really like!"
"Wait, what?" Okay, now I'm confused. How the hell does that even make sense?! "That makes no sense!"
"It's Bam; it doesn't have to make sense."
"Dude, I did not say that to Jenn and Missy!"
"You did! Dunn frickin' told me!"
"Well, fine, I did. But I didn't mean it then, I do now."
"You're a terrible liar, Brandon." I glanced over at him. Was Ville really serious about this? Did he really like me? God, I'm such a pathetic girl. "And you're already starting to play the jealousy card. Johnny'd say the same thing if he knew this was going on."
"Er... He does know it's going on..." I interrupted
"Wait, he does? Since when?"
"Since I phoned him earlier on. He just laughed."
"Exactly, he laughed. He knows what you're doing too, Bam!"
"I'm not doing anything! I'm telling the girl the truth, no point getting her fucking hopes up."
"How the hell are you meant to get my hopes up?! You're not all that great, you know. Actually, you're kinda pathetic. You make girls jealous. Screw with their fucking minds. You should fucking tell someone if you like them, not fucking lie to them!" And with that, I stormed off.
"Haha, you really thought she'd want to be with you? Ahahahaha. You're not right in the head. She could have a guy like me, so why would she want you? I mean, it's not like she hasn't already done the common thing and realised it was no match."
"Dude, you're fucking up yourself. You'd screw yourself if you could, wouldn't you? You're not the best thing, remember that."
"I know, but I'm still better than you."
"Oh, joy, Margera being nasty to someone, where's the difference in that?" I asked, coming down the stairs. They both looked at me, with the same look, which Bam quickly hid.
"You look better than I remember, Freda."
"Dude, stop with the bullshit. You saw her last night, she looked better then." I think that was his twisted way of complimenting me.
"Bam! Leave him alone, and stop being a little bitch to Frey." Dunn called.
"SCREW YOU!" Bam shouted back in reply. I just rolled my eyes and walked past him out of the door, grabbing Zach as I went. "Try not to catch anything off her, Zachary! Promise me you'll use protection!" He called as I slammed the door shut. Ugh. What a dick. I zoned back into what was going on and saw Zach opening the car door for me, I smiled. What a gentleman... My smile dropped... How like Bam.
"Thanks." I said, replacing my smile and entering the car. He shut it after me and walked round to his side of the car smoothly. I guess he might have a big ego... The car's doing nothing to stop me from thinking that. Mercedes. What kind of job does this guy have?! The ride to the coffee shop was pretty much silent from the two of us. I had no idea what to say and I guess he didn't either. Doesn't seem to go with that smooth attitude he has going on. He's so much different when he's sober. I like him better tipsy so far. He put in a Sex Pistols CD and I smiled as soon as I heard the first song play. I loved them, end of story.
"You like the Pistols?" He asked, glancing over at me.
"Hell yes! They're basically legends of punk. They created the whole genre!"
"Oh, wow. I woulda thought you were more of a metal girl."
"Ahahahaha. No. I'm more into like the punk side of things, including the daft pop-punk stuff. I love it all."
"And you're friends with Bam how?"
"Through Ville and Johnny. Didn't I tell you that already?"
"Not as far as I can remember."
"Oh, well. Yeah, so I know them from just random HIM gigs. Met Ville, who then got me going to all these clubs and stuff, and Johnny was there one time and we just got talking. Then they brought Bam along last time they were in London, and I just started to get really close to him."
"Oh, yeah, you two seem very close. Note the sarcasm."
"He's only just started being like that, seriously. He only started being like that yesterday."
"Well, you had a great friend there, didn't you?"
"I did, seriously!" Okay... Why am I getting so defensive about this? It's just Bam! It's not like he's really anything special, is it? Or... No. He's not. End of. When did the words 'Bam' and 'special' come into the same sentence without the word 'not' somewhere in there?
"Okay... I think we should drop this conversation. I don't really like talking about things that get someone defensive...."
"Yeah, okay, sorry..." Silence. More silence. And more. And more. Coffee shop. Thank fuck for that. Another 2 seconds in that car and I would've gone crazy. I got out as quickly as possible and waited for Zach to lock up his car, and we both entered the shop at the same time, finding a nice little table near the window. He got our drinks and I just sat there like 'yeah....'
Two hours later Zach had dropped me off back at Bam's and I went straight in and flopped down on the sofa.
"So... You have fun tonight?" Raab asked from across the room, on the other sofa. Next to Bam.
"Haha, I wish. He's the kind of guy that's really smooth, big ego, pretty boring when he's sober. I dunno if he could handle me never phoning him again to be honest."
"So, basically, it was a complete bust?"
"Yep. Wish I'd never gone."
"Aww, was he really that crap in bed?" Bam teased.
"Shut it, Margera. Its n-" I stopped myself before I could mention the other nights events. Not in front of Raab.
"Bam, leave her alone. What's she done to you, really? Or him for that matter."
"Erm... Nothing. I just don't like either of them."
"Then why the fuck am I still here?!"
"So I have someone to screw with."
"Fuck this. I'm not here for your own personal pleasure, dipshit." And with that I stormed off.
"Yeah, go on; go have a temper tantrum like the spoiled little rich kid you are!"
"YOU'RE A RICH KID TOO, ASS WIPE!" I near enough ran up the stairs, and slammed the door after me. Causing a couple of shouts. Ville stumbled into my room, looking quite tired as I stomped about the room trying to find my suitcase.
"Frey, what're you doing?"
"Finding a suitcase. I'm leaving that asshole to screw with himself. I've had enough of him."
"What's he said now?"
"That he doesn't like me and I'm here to screw with. And I have absolutely had it with him being such a dick."
"Ugh. This is going too far. Come on."
"What? Ville!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, down the stairs and into the main room, where Raab and Bam were still sat.
"Raab, out. Now."
"What? Dude, no. I'm watching TV!" Ville shot him a look and he groaned. "I wanna be back in a bit. And none of you will stop me." And with that he left.
"Right, Bam."
"Yes?" He said, rolling his eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!" Well, that was a shock. "The first thing, I understand that." How can someone understand that?! All he did was insult me! "But this, now it's getting out of hand. Do you really want her to fucking hate you?!"
"Erm, Ville, I'm stood right here."
"I know that, Frey, but seriously. Bam, fucking accept it. You like her. Stop being such a dick!"
"Wait, wait, wait. What gave you the idea I like her?!"
"Because you said the same thing to Missy as you did to her. And to Jenn." He put on a voice to mimic Bam’s. "'You're a really sloppy kisser, but you're worse in bed.' If I wanted to I could recite your whole speech! You say it to every girl you really like!"
"Wait, what?" Okay, now I'm confused. How the hell does that even make sense?! "That makes no sense!"
"It's Bam; it doesn't have to make sense."
"Dude, I did not say that to Jenn and Missy!"
"You did! Dunn frickin' told me!"
"Well, fine, I did. But I didn't mean it then, I do now."
"You're a terrible liar, Brandon." I glanced over at him. Was Ville really serious about this? Did he really like me? God, I'm such a pathetic girl. "And you're already starting to play the jealousy card. Johnny'd say the same thing if he knew this was going on."
"Er... He does know it's going on..." I interrupted
"Wait, he does? Since when?"
"Since I phoned him earlier on. He just laughed."
"Exactly, he laughed. He knows what you're doing too, Bam!"
"I'm not doing anything! I'm telling the girl the truth, no point getting her fucking hopes up."
"How the hell are you meant to get my hopes up?! You're not all that great, you know. Actually, you're kinda pathetic. You make girls jealous. Screw with their fucking minds. You should fucking tell someone if you like them, not fucking lie to them!" And with that, I stormed off.