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Title:Unexpected Love
Part: 2/?
Genere:Slash
Pairing:Bam Margera/Taylor Hanson
Rating:R-for language, and sexual content
Six weeks, and about a million bad jokes later. Bam, Dunn and Raab found themselves standing outside Crocodile Rock, in Allentown, Pennsylvania. Bam had his hands shoved in his pockets and was shuffling his feet, “When the hell are they gonna let us in?!” He asked impatiently.
“When the hell are you gonna stop your God damn complainin’? ”, Dunn asked, smacking his friend in the back of the head.
“Ow- Dunn, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this in the first place, man. This is gonna be so lame!” Bam complained.
“Yes y’do Bam, when was the last time one of those bands you like so much has been into town?” Raab asked.
“Dude shut-up!, most of the bands I like live in mother fuckin’ Finland.”
“Exactly!” Dunn and Raab said in unison.
Twenty minutes and a hundred insults later, a large black man with muscles the size of Bam’s legs , opened the door to the venue. The boys practically knocked the poor guy down just to get into the line for the bathroom, and as Raab had put it, “Get the worst idea ever over with as soon as fucking possible.”
Running down the halls, Bam saw nothing but blurs of small teenage and twenty-something women standing in a line that reached from wall to wall, probably to buy a bunch of meaningless shit. As Bam continued his trek, he found himself running smack into a tall blonde male, who seemed to have been carrying a box full of brown hoodie’s. “Oh, shit, sorry!”, he mumbled, bending down to help pick-up the mess.
“It-it’s cool.”, the guy said, shoving the sweaters back in the box. He looked at Bam, and smiled a crooked grin. “Thanks for your help. Hey uh, have I seen you somewhere before? You look familiar.”
Bam looked the blue-eyed, blonde-haired wonder in the eyes, “I could say the same about you. But yeah, I’m Bam. Bam Margera-Pro-skater, Jackass extraordinaire.”
The guy chuckled and stuck out his hand, “I’m Taylor, Taylor Hanson-musician extraordinaire.” he joked.
Taylor stood up, and brushed himself off, wiping his blonde bangs out of his eyes he said “Well, Bam, it was nice to meet you . But I have a show to do in about an hour.”
Bam handed Taylor the box, and gave a wave. “Looking forward to it.”
Turning around, Bam made his way into the never-ending bathroom line and held himself, trying as hard as he could not to bounce in anticipation of relief. He decided that if the line were any longer, he’d have been better off taking his piss in the bushes outside. When the line began to move up, Bam heard a shriek of laughter that could only belong to the one Chris Raab. “Holy shit Bam-Bam! How’d you end up all the way fuckin’ down there?”, Raab asked through his giggles.
“I accidentally ran into some fuckass with a box full’ a hoodie’s, and I stopped to help ‘im pick ‘em up.”, he answered.
Dunn snorted, “Well, do you wanna go ahead and come up here with us so you don’t fuckin’ piss yourself?”
Bam flew out of his place in the line, and walked as fast as he could up to his friends. “Thank-fuckin-God you guys are almost there.” He could hardly wait to be in front of that urinal.
Forty-five minutes and three pisses later, the three friends were walking toward the front of the auditorium as some guy named Pat McGee took the stage. Bam couldn’t believe that Dunn had scored them all front-and-center. Though he would never say so out loud, he’d be eternally grateful to him. If not because the music was good, for the simple fact that it was going to be easier to stare at Taylor and not be obvious. With Bam’s luck, Taylor might even notice him again-not that it mattered much.
It's a long day, stuck behind these walls
When will it end
I'll try to pretend, that maybe someday
I'll get to leave it all
I'm gonna give in but
I don't know when
Bam looked at his watch impatiently, and settled down in his seat for what he figured was going to be a long night. He felt a tap on his shoulder then heard Dunn whisper, “This guy’s got you right on the money, fella.”
“What in sam-hell is that supposed to mean?”, he asked defensively.
Something's there that I can't see
Save me from misery
Walking down Fifth Avenue
I looked up and I saw you
“Just, y’know. The whole Taylor thing.”
“What whole Taylor thing?”
“Admit it Bam, the only reason you’re even fuckin’ here is because you think that you’re going to get to hook-up with him.”
“Dunn,” Bam whispered, “I do not think I’ll ever get a chance to “hook-up” with Taylor. I’m not his type, anyway.”
“And just how do you know what his damn type is?”
“It ain’t me!”
Oh, Annabel
I never thought I'd see the day
Oh, Annabel
You light me up in a brand new way
All is well
Annabel
“Just take a chance, Bam-Bam. Opposites attract.”, said Dunn, closing the argument.
The skater turned in his seat , to pay attention to the opening act. In his mind though, he played out small scenario’s of the things he might say to strike up a conversation with Taylor. Though Dunn might not be the brightest cookie in the jar, he did have a point. And Bam could hardly wait to take his chance.