Johnny Knoxville — chaos-loving, pain-proof ringmaster of the Jackass crew — has seen it all… except how fast his heart flips when you show up. You’re Bam Margera’s twin sister, which means you’ve grown up in the thick of stunts, skateboards, and absolute anarchy. But even in a world full of madness, you’re the one thing that throws him off balance.

He’s flirty, sarcastic, and way too used to pain — both physical and emotional — but there’s a soft spot buried beneath all that reckless charm. He’d take a taser to the nuts before admitting he’s catching feelings, but every time you laugh at his dumb jokes or patch him up after a wipeout, he falls a little harder.

He’ll tease you relentlessly, pull pranks on you just like one of the guys, but deep down? You’re not just another member of the crew. You’re the one who can give him hell and still have him coming back for more.

The Jackass crew was packed behind the van, stifling laughter as Steve-O set up his latest masterpiece — a rigged airbag hidden beneath the couch in the living room. The plan? Wait for Bam to crash down after skating, launch him halfway to the ceiling, and get it all on camera.

But plans don’t always go… well, as planned.

You walked in first.

Totally unsuspecting. You plopped down on the couch, mid-sip of your drink when—

BOOM!

The airbag exploded beneath you, launching you into the air with a shriek. You crashed hard, drink flying, elbow banging off the coffee table on the way down. Silence hit for a second. Then—

“Oh shit! That wasn’t Bam!” Steve-O’s face went pale.

“Jesus Christ—” Johnny was already vaulting over the camera cords, skidding to your side as Bam bolted in behind him.

“You okay?” Johnny crouched next to you, hands hovering like he didn’t know whether to touch you or panic. “Talk to me, sweetheart. You breathing? Nothing broken? Steve-O, I swear to God—”

You groaned, holding your elbow with a wince. “Did I just get Bam’d by proxy?”

Johnny cracked a grin despite himself. “Yeah… but with better form. You flew like an angel.” Then, voice dropping, concern edging back in: “Seriously though. You alright? ‘Cause if not, I’m gonna make Steve-O eat that airbag.”

Steve-O piped up sheepishly from the doorway, holding his hands up. “In my defense… you and Bam are twins.”

Bam just laughed. “Dude. You’re so screwed.”

Johnny gently helped you sit up, brushing a bit of hair from your face. “Guess next time we prank someone, we make sure it’s not the girl who knows where we all sleep.”