Not Who you think he is.
Title: Not who you think he is,
Author: Amaroqwolf_inc.
Rating: PG-13 for now, will most likely go up later.
Pairings: Chad/Bam, Vam of course a bit later.
Synopsis: Bam Margera isn't exactly who we all think he is, come with me on a journey of a lifetime and find out exactly what is hidden behind eyes so blue.
A/N: This fic is mine originally written on another site over a year ago, this is the redited, rewritten MUCH better version of that same fic. I have to incorperat the old with the new and such so as a half ass hack your enjoying one of my original works. Also thank you to my new Beta, I need to get yer LJ Name sweetie! LOL
Love and HUgs,
Me.
His earliest memories were of standing in the kitchen while his mother sat at the table smoking a cigarette and a bloody Mary in front of her. She never paid much mind to him except to pinch him when he didn’t move fast enough. His fondest memory of that time in his life was the little old lady downstairs who gave him cookies or a sandwich occasionally and told him he was too thin. He didn’t understand what that meant and didn’t really care to find out what that meant; he just enjoyed the cookies or the sandwich and made sure to never tell his mom.
He remembered when he turned five he had to go to school, and one of mom’s rough friends holding him down and shaving his ratty hair off his head and then cleaning him with a strong smelling soap. He remembered school and the few people who talked to him, and he remembered liking school. He remembered hating going home after school; he remembered walking slowly as he could scuffing his cheap hand me down sneakers across the cement and gravel in his front yard. He remembered his mother screaming and leaving for days on end. He remembered the small fire in the apartment when he tried to cook himself a hotdog; he ate them cold after that. He remembered the night the strange man came to the apartment and told him Mom wouldn’t be coming back, and he remembered being taken away from the place he remembered best. He remembered gentle hands giving him a bath and soothing a burn on his hand. He remembered it all but most of all he remembered that Mom wasn’t coming home anymore and that he wasn’t who he thought he was anymore….
Not who you think he is.
Amaroqwolf_inc.
Phil Margera loved Sundays. They were the only day of the week he was allowed to stay home, read the paper and enjoy the pancakes his wife, April, made for him and their son.
He didn’t mind listening to the cheerful river of talk coming from six year old Jesse. Not at all, in fact he loved it. Sunday was his time to spend getting to know his child, his time to make April happy and give her the freedom she needed to be happy. This particular Sunday he was planning on taking Jess fishing out in the bay it was an hour’s drive to the ocean, and there he would take his son out on the ocean and let him fish to his heart’s content. April would make a picnic lunch, with all of his and Jess’s favorite food, and send them on their way. She would stay home and clean house then go to her mother’s and spend the afternoon catching up on the family news. It was what made Phil happy, and her and Jesse’s happiness was all that mattered to him.
He folded the paper and laid it beside his plate, just as Jesse finished his last pancake and was looking at his father expectantly. Phil adored how well behaved his son could be and smiled brightly at him. “Are you done Jesse?” he asked.
“Yep?” the boy said while licking his fingers clean.
“Then go wash your hands and get dressed. By the time you get down here I will be ready to go,” Phil directed gently.
“Okay!” he said, cheerfully hopped from his seat and charged off for his room.
He sat and listened until he heard the door close and he smiled fondly then climbed to his feet. In the kitchen, April was placing the last few items in the basket that held their lunch. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with?” he asked, kissing her cheek and wrapping arms around her.
“Now, I know your only asking out of obligation,” she said with a soft laugh. “And besides, I hate fishing. Just make sure they’re clean before you bring them home,” she said with a small smile.
“Of course, Jesse’s going to learn how to clean fish today,” he declared proudly.
“Oh, just be careful. I don’t want him to loose a finger,” She fretted.
“I’ll watch him every minute,” Phil reassured her.
“Okay.” Kissing his cheek and then closing the basket, she handed it to him and smiled. “Have fun.”
He kissed her again just as Jesse came barreling back into the kitchen. “I’m ready!” he yelled, his red hair tousled and un-brushed, his blue eyes dancing with excitement. “Let’s go come on!” he cried, grabbing Phil’s free hand and tugging.
Phil chuckled and nodded. “Will see you tonight, Sweetie,” he called to April. “Lets go buddy,” and the two left the house and headed for the ocean.
Author: Amaroqwolf_inc.
Rating: PG-13 for now, will most likely go up later.
Pairings: Chad/Bam, Vam of course a bit later.
Synopsis: Bam Margera isn't exactly who we all think he is, come with me on a journey of a lifetime and find out exactly what is hidden behind eyes so blue.
A/N: This fic is mine originally written on another site over a year ago, this is the redited, rewritten MUCH better version of that same fic. I have to incorperat the old with the new and such so as a half ass hack your enjoying one of my original works. Also thank you to my new Beta, I need to get yer LJ Name sweetie! LOL
Love and HUgs,
Me.
His earliest memories were of standing in the kitchen while his mother sat at the table smoking a cigarette and a bloody Mary in front of her. She never paid much mind to him except to pinch him when he didn’t move fast enough. His fondest memory of that time in his life was the little old lady downstairs who gave him cookies or a sandwich occasionally and told him he was too thin. He didn’t understand what that meant and didn’t really care to find out what that meant; he just enjoyed the cookies or the sandwich and made sure to never tell his mom.
He remembered when he turned five he had to go to school, and one of mom’s rough friends holding him down and shaving his ratty hair off his head and then cleaning him with a strong smelling soap. He remembered school and the few people who talked to him, and he remembered liking school. He remembered hating going home after school; he remembered walking slowly as he could scuffing his cheap hand me down sneakers across the cement and gravel in his front yard. He remembered his mother screaming and leaving for days on end. He remembered the small fire in the apartment when he tried to cook himself a hotdog; he ate them cold after that. He remembered the night the strange man came to the apartment and told him Mom wouldn’t be coming back, and he remembered being taken away from the place he remembered best. He remembered gentle hands giving him a bath and soothing a burn on his hand. He remembered it all but most of all he remembered that Mom wasn’t coming home anymore and that he wasn’t who he thought he was anymore….
Not who you think he is.
Amaroqwolf_inc.
Phil Margera loved Sundays. They were the only day of the week he was allowed to stay home, read the paper and enjoy the pancakes his wife, April, made for him and their son.
He didn’t mind listening to the cheerful river of talk coming from six year old Jesse. Not at all, in fact he loved it. Sunday was his time to spend getting to know his child, his time to make April happy and give her the freedom she needed to be happy. This particular Sunday he was planning on taking Jess fishing out in the bay it was an hour’s drive to the ocean, and there he would take his son out on the ocean and let him fish to his heart’s content. April would make a picnic lunch, with all of his and Jess’s favorite food, and send them on their way. She would stay home and clean house then go to her mother’s and spend the afternoon catching up on the family news. It was what made Phil happy, and her and Jesse’s happiness was all that mattered to him.
He folded the paper and laid it beside his plate, just as Jesse finished his last pancake and was looking at his father expectantly. Phil adored how well behaved his son could be and smiled brightly at him. “Are you done Jesse?” he asked.
“Yep?” the boy said while licking his fingers clean.
“Then go wash your hands and get dressed. By the time you get down here I will be ready to go,” Phil directed gently.
“Okay!” he said, cheerfully hopped from his seat and charged off for his room.
He sat and listened until he heard the door close and he smiled fondly then climbed to his feet. In the kitchen, April was placing the last few items in the basket that held their lunch. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with?” he asked, kissing her cheek and wrapping arms around her.
“Now, I know your only asking out of obligation,” she said with a soft laugh. “And besides, I hate fishing. Just make sure they’re clean before you bring them home,” she said with a small smile.
“Of course, Jesse’s going to learn how to clean fish today,” he declared proudly.
“Oh, just be careful. I don’t want him to loose a finger,” She fretted.
“I’ll watch him every minute,” Phil reassured her.
“Okay.” Kissing his cheek and then closing the basket, she handed it to him and smiled. “Have fun.”
He kissed her again just as Jesse came barreling back into the kitchen. “I’m ready!” he yelled, his red hair tousled and un-brushed, his blue eyes dancing with excitement. “Let’s go come on!” he cried, grabbing Phil’s free hand and tugging.
Phil chuckled and nodded. “Will see you tonight, Sweetie,” he called to April. “Lets go buddy,” and the two left the house and headed for the ocean.