I Wouldn't be With You, Even if I Wanted to Be (Steve-O Love Story)

The lights ahead blinded me, but I didn't need to see. My body already knew what it needed to do. I'd been practicing for this night for months on end. The dance moves just seemed to come naturally to me. By now it was like they were programmed into my brain, it did take a lot of effort though and countless sleepless nights. Hundreds of people were out in the audience watching me, my uncle included, but I wasn't nervous at all. He was more like my dad though. Jeff is the reason I'm not some loser on the streets with a crack pipe and a bad case of herpes. Luckily he had enough money to get me the best dance teachers, also enough to a pay for the rest of my tuition that the scholarship wouldn't cover for Juliard. He's the reason I didn't have to work at the tiny dance studio where I barely earned enough money to get by. I did say Jeff earlier as in Tremaine. You know the producer of the stupid ass show, Jackass. I have no respect for any of the men on that show except for my uncle, I mean they don't do anything to use their brains. They probably don't have any in the first place. Unfortunately for me he decided it would be the best idea in the entire world to bring them here tonight. He told me that once I'd met them I'd just love them. I seriously doubted that, they're just a bunch of morons, imbociles. Finally it was time for my solo. The spotlight fell upon me. An upbeat song began and I moved my hips almost better then Shakira. My black leotard hugged my curves perfectly and that made me feel extremely sexy. To be specific I was dancing to "Bulls in the Bronx" by Pierce the Veil, which by the way is a great song! It hit the salsa part and my dance partner came out and we began to dance together. All too soon the song ended which ended the entire showcase. It was an honor to be the grand finale. I bowed and then exited the bright stage. As I walked to my dressing room. I got many compliments and flowers as I walked backstage. I walked into my dressing room and changed out of my dance shoes and into maroon combat boots that matched my makeup perfectly. There was a knock on my door. "Come in!!" I yelled to whoever was on the other side. In stepped my uncle Jeff. "UNCLE JEFF!!" I yelled as I jumped on him and wrapped my legs around his mid section. He picked me up off the ground and spun me around before setting me back down. Not only did I squeeze the life out of him he returned the hug only 10x tighter. "Great job Kiddo" he said as he patted my head. "Ok ok" I said while pushing his hand away from my hair. "Thank you but I'm not child, I'm turning 24 in 2 months". "Yes I know and you're starting to dress like one, that's showing a little too much skin" he said. Jeff has always been extremely protective over me. I didn't get a real boyfriend until I was 17 because he scared all the other boys away. He's really not scary, though. He's chubby and he's a babyface. I rolled my eyes and the guys chuckled. That sound instantly brought a frown to my face. I'd forgotten that those imbociles were even here. "Oh don't look so happy to see us" Steve-O said sarcastically. "Oh trust me I'm trying to contain my inner fan girl" I said as I started to pack my things into my dance bag. Behind me I heard him scoff and I could practically feel him roll his brown eyes. Wait?!? Why did I know what color his eyes are? Was I really looking at him that closely? Well it didn't really matter what color his eyes are. They could be purple for all I care. I threw my bag over my shoulder and turned around to face my uncle. Johnny smiled at me and held out his hand signaling for me to shake it. For a second I eyed his hand then hesitantly I shook it. His grin widened and soon it was a free-for-all. I received hugs and hand shakes from all of the guys. Except for Steve-O, he stood in the corner with his arms crossed across his chest, like a little baby. I'm sure that meant that my uncle had told them everything I'd said about them since I was 17 years old and Steve-O just wasn't as forgiving as the others. Even though my opinion had somewhat changed about the guys since I'd met them I still think Jackass is moronic. My door opened and in walked my biggest bother in the whole world, my boyfriend. He is such an asshole, it's like he's on his period all year round. Of course I'd never tell him that, he'd just hit me even more then he already does. "Eva pick up the pace the cars running" Drew growled at me. I rolled my eyes and scowled, but still grabbed my things. "Hey!! Watch the attitude!!" he yelled at me. I instantly straightened up. What can I say he was a big dude, of course I was intimidated by him. I knew from experience he had a powerful right hook. "Hey don't talk to her like that!!" my uncle yelled at him. "It's okay, I'll see you later" I said quietly as I kissed his pudgy cheek and grabbed Drew's hand. "Bye guys nice meeting you" I said as Drew and I left the building. The wind was blowing hard when we walked outside and involuntarily I shivered. At that moment the sweet side of Drew came out and he picked me up bridal style and ran with me to his car. He opened up my door and let me hop in while he ran to his side of the truck and started it. "It made me hot while watching you dance" he said as he winked at me. It made me want to puke up all this weeks dinner, he's so putrid. Trust me he's definitely hot. That's why I was with him in the first place, but after getting hit by him I was no longer attracted to him. He was so sweet when I met him. Then when we moved in together things went sour. Drew began to call me names and that led to him hitting me. Luckily I'm good with makeup and I'm a dancer. Since I'm a dancer I always have a good cover up story. I just couldn't get away from him. He always found me, so I just stopped running. What was the point.

Alright well that's the first chapter. I hope you liked it!! Let me tell you something even though Eva hates Jackass I DON'T!!! Don't think I'm some hater. Sorry, but Jackass is my life. These guys are the reason I started skateboarding. They're my role models and I'd never ever think they were stupid. Just clearing that up so you guys don't think I'm a major bitch. If you liked this you should check out my Chris Pontius and Johnny Knoxville stories. The Chris one is pretty popular and the Johnny one is getting there. So check em' out, you won't regret it. :)