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Bittersweet	By : TaimaMarie Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Ville Valo, Raab, Dico, or any other celebrity mentioned. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Are you sure you have to go?” Lenny was trying to be very reasonable about this whole thing. Bam had demos to go to. It was part of being a skater. She sat on the counter, eating a banana.

“Pretty sure,” he nodded.

“Oh,” she tried not to be disappointed. Bam looked at her.

“I can arrange it for you to come with me, Len.”

“No, no. I’m almost twenty years old. I can take care of myself. I don’t need to tag along with my boyfriend.”

“I really don’t want to have to leave you in the house alone.” April appeared them, looking worried.
“There are just so many things that could go wrong.”

“Come on, she’s in the middle of nowhere. What’s going to happen?”

“Well, she’s in the middle of nowhere! What’s going to happen if something does go wrong? There’s no one to come and help her. She doesn’t know how to drive, so she can’t go and get
anything.”

“She can call Pop Pop or Vito or something.” Bam shrugged, outwardly unconcerned. He had all faith that things couldn’t go wrong for him.

“She can take care of herself just fine, thank you.” Lenny cut in. She hopped off the counter and threw her peel away.

“Sorry.” Bam shoved her gently.

“I hate it when you talk about me like I’m not even here.” She made a face. Bam said nothing as she wandered out of
the room.

“I do NOT want to leave her alone.” Bam rubbed her eyes.

“We could just have Don come and check on her.” April shrugged. Bam nodded.

“I guess we’ll have to. Glomb’s outta town, or I’d have him do it. She likes him.”

“Does she like Vince?”

“Does anyone like Don Vito?” Bam snorted as he walked out. He had some packing to do.

“All right, we’ve got everything.” Bam hiked his duffle bag up onto his shoulder. Lenny just nodded. Her hair was still mussed from sleep, her eyes still glazed over.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine! I’m an adult, Bam. I think I can take care of myself.” She yawned. Bam just nodded before going to join his entourage out in the limo. He got halfway there before dropping his bag and turning to run back.

“Lenny!” he shouted. She appeared from the kitchen, wide eyed now.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I forgot something.”

“What’d you forget?” she asked, still holding the packet for hot chocolate. He ran over and kissed her sweetly on her mouth.

“I forgot to do that.”

“Have fun,” she smiled as Bam ran out the door. The others were waiting for him.

“Ha ha, you love your girlfriend.” Dunn pointed and laughed. Bam scowled and reached out and punched him.

“Dude, at least I have a girlfriend.”

“I have a girlfriend.” Dunn sounded hurt.

“Ones that you blow up do not count.” Raab laughed. Dunn punched him as the limo pulled away.

Lenny smiled to herself a she continued to make her hot chocolate. This was going to be easy. April had made sure the kitchen was stocked; she had the phone numbers of Bam’s grandparents and uncle in town. Nothing could really go wrong.

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Things were fine for the first two days. She had the whole bed to herself. She loved sleeping with Bam, but the boy was a bed hog. She’d often find herself pushed to the extreme edge, precariously balanced. More than once she’d ended up on the floor. Bam was always sweetly sorry afterwards, but that didn’t help her bruised ego.

Lenny could watch anything she liked on television without having the boys whine and moan that they didn’t like it. She could prance around in her bra and panties, singing Avril Lavigne songs if she wanted to. Which, okay, she had done once or twice. It was nice to have that freedom.

It was the third day that things started to go down hill. The day dawned gray and ominous. It was almost dark by noon. The Weather Channel was predicting heavy thunderstorms, with mass power outages.

Lenny squirmed in her chair. She didn’t really want to be a bother. Really. She didn’t want to call anyone. Hadn’t she told Bam that she was an adult? Adults took care of themselves.

“Hey Bam!” Dunn shouted from his lap top, even though his friend was a grand total of two feet away from him.

“What?” Bam called back, just as loud.

“The weather in West Chester is supposed to get really hellacious. They’re expecting power outages. Shouldn’t you call Lenny?”

“I don’t know,” he looked to Ape for advice. She frowned and chewed on her lower lip for a second.

“I don’t want to scare her if she doesn’t already know. It could make her nervous. But then, if we don’t warn her, the storms will really make her nervous, won’t they?”

“What if we just sent Vito over to check on her if the power goes out? That way we’ll know she’s okay.” Bam suggested. April nodded and lifted up the hotel phone to call Pennsylvania.

Lenny was trying to calm herself down in the kitchen. The storms had started, and the winds sounded like they were trying to rip the roof off. She had decided the only thing to do on a night like this was have a cup of tea and go to bed early. For some reason, she always felt safer in the bed she shared with Bam. Maybe it was because it still smelled a little like her boyfriend.

Just as she was lifting her hot mug off the counter, the lightning crashed. The lights flickered off. She was so surprised; she dropped the mug, splashing scalding water on herself.

“Good job, Dawson. Real smart.” She cursed herself, hissing in pain. She groped for the sink, a towel, and dabbed at the aching places on her flesh. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, suddenly realizing that she didn’t know her way around the house very well. The positions of the furniture changed at least once a week, with Bam and the others doing stunts all over the house.

Slowly, without lifting her feet off the floor, she began to make her way towards the stairs. Thank God her cell phone was fully charged and in her pocket. If anyone tried to call her, she could answer.

She had crept through the living room, almost to the stairs when she heard something through the storm. It was a crunching of gravel, almost like a car. Lenny froze. Who could it be? Bam would have called to tell her he was on the way home. He would have wanted her to know, to be ready, to be waiting.

She held her breath as she heard someone shouting angrily as they made their way to the house through the storm. Lenny’s heart started thumping in her head as she ran to the front door and locked it tightly. Then, breathing hard, she ran down to the basement, tripping over the carpet as she went and tumbling down the stairs. Still, she ran back up and locked the door.

Somehow, she limped back down and huddled in the dark in a corner. She was tempted to call someone, but what if the person outside heard her? There was a chance she might not be found in the dark, but not if she gave herself away.

Meanwhile, out on the porch, Don Vito was screaming and ranting unintelligibly. If you were fluent in Vito-ese, you might catch the drift of it. Something about a psycho girl and the bad weather, and Bam so owing him a big one.

He pounded on the door, getting soaked in the rain. The storm had let up, and so he reached into his pocket for his cell phone.

“Yo!” Bam answered.

“Your girlfriend’s fucking nuts!”

“What? What’s wrong? Where is she?” Bam demanded. April saw the look on her son’s face and was by his side in an instant, hovering.

“She locked me outta the house!” Vito sputtered.

“Why would she do that?” Bam asked. Lenny may not have liked the man, but she would never be down right rude to him. “Hang on, there might be something the matter. I’m going to call her.”

Bam pressed a few buttons on his phone and shook his head at April, who didn’t relax. He listened to the ringing of Lenny’s cell.

As her phone rang in her hand, Lenny felt like crying. Sucking in a deep breath, she answered, trying to ignore the stinging in her ankle.

“Hello?” it came out in a rushed whispered.

“Helena, where the fuck are you? Vito’s on the porch, freaking out because you locked the door.”

“Oh, God!” she moaned. “That’s Vito on the porch?”

“Who did you think it was?”

“I—I didn’t know.” He could hear the tears in her voice. “It was dark and I was so scared.”

“Where are you?”

“The basement.”

“The basement? Helena, what are you doing in there?” Bam rolled his eyes.

“I got scared and came down here to hide.” She confessed. He could almost hear her humiliated blush.

“Uh..Huh.”

“I think I sprained my ankle. It’s so dark I fell down the stairs.” He started laughing then, loud and hard. He heard Lenny huff.
“Goodbye, Bam!” she clicked the hang up button and called Vito’s phone.

After a few babbled apologies, she explained what had happened. Vito found the spare key and let himself in, then broke the basement door. He found her, in the little heap she had pulled herself into.

He held his flashlight and prodded the ankle, declared it a sprain, and fetched her a pillow, blanket, and another flashlight. He told her the power would be on in a few hours, and that he was leaving. She had her phone if there was a problem.

Lenny lay on the floor, her foot elevated with the pillow. The storm was over, and so she had only to lay in the dark. Her phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“Is he gone?” Bam’s voice. She was quiet for a minute.

“Yeah. Said I have a sprain and that the power will be on soon.”

“That son of a bitch.” Bam cursed. He sighed. “You’re really an idiot sometimes, Lenny.”

“I know it. You don’t need to rub it in.” she sulked. Bam chuckled.

“Got your battery fully charged?”

“Yeah,”

“Then I guess I’ll talk to you until the power turns back on.”

“Good,” Lenny smiled.
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