A Jackass Life. (A Bam Margera Love story)

Your piece of proof: PT. 2 (Smut)

"This is your piece of proof"

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Bam closes the door and left me standing with the box. I sat back down but this time on his bed, and just sat. Thinking.

'Was this really all over a gift?'
It seemed to be.

'Did I believe him?'
I wanted to.

'Did I trust him?'
I was seriously debating it.

'Did I want to forgive him?'
Well of course I wanted to forgive him.

Question after question running through my mind for what felt like the gazilionth time in the last few months.

But these last few minutes really put a drain on me.
I wanted to open the box, that was for sure.
But did I need to was the question that really needed to be answered.
And unfortunately for me, only I could answer this stupid question.

My body wanted me to say no, and forgive him. My body always wanted him near me anyway, so I couldn't just logically go off of that.

My mind was thinking of everything that could happen if I did open the box....

I could hate it.
But the opposite of that was what I was scared of.

I could love it.

Bam seemed so sure of himself that I would. But I wasn't. I knew that any gift he gave me would be special to me, and I'd love it regardless because  it was from him.
But things were different now. Very different.

If I didn't know what to think back then when this first started happening, I sure didn't know what to think now and that was just the fact of the matter in this case.

If you had told me months ago that I would be put into this situation right now, I wouldn't have done anything but walk away from you. But now as I'm sat here in the situation, with shaky hands and a clouded mind, I'm clueless.

And since I was clueless, I did the only thing my mind could muster up to do.
I simply opened the box.

The paper was unwrapped with my shaky hands, and thrown across the bed.

The box was thankfully not taped closed as I had suspected it would be.

Tissue paper layers across the inside of the box and as I moved it all aside I saw it.

The most beautiful skateboard I had ever seen.

"I wanted it to remind you of us"

Played through my head. I could see how this would remind me of us, of him.

And the thought I was afraid of came to mind. I did love this.
And I loved him for coming up with the idea for it.

I wanted to thank Kat for helping him.

No words were coming from my mouth though. Tears were brimming my eyes once again, and I know that they weren't only sad ones but happy and joyful ones too.

"Weather you feel the same about me as you do now afterwords or not...."

"You don't have to love me, or give me a second chance. Just because I want it doesn't mean I have to get it.  What I want you to do is have a clear mind"