Love On Display
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Bon Jovi
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,780
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 18
"We're… uhh… not interrupting anything, are we?" David laughed and raised one eyebrow as he strolled into the room, perching on the foot of Jon's bed. He tipped his head to one side. "No offence, JB, but you look like shit." He laughed as Jon stuck his tongue out, his expression turning sombre as he spoke again, Alec and Tico also sitting on the end of the bed. "But… you… you are gonna be ok, right?"
Jon nodded and sat up, his back once again rest against Richie's chest, the guitarist's arms wrapped lightly around him. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, feeling Richie nod behind him.
Alec pulled a face. "Sorry, but you don't look alright."
"Al…" Richie's voice took on a warning tone.
"Leave it, Rich," Jon sighed and shrugged lightly. "He's right. I've got pneumonia, a broken arm, nowhere to live, parents who don’t give two shits about me, no job, no money and an $800 debt. Of course I'm not alright." His speech left him breathless and he slumped back against Richie, tears falling slowly down his cheeks as he pulled the oxygen mask up over his face again.
"Shit," Alec clapped a hand over his mouth. "I didn't mean…I just… sorry?" he offered eventually.
Jon nodded and sniffed hard, making himself cough again.
Tico glanced at the others. "I think we might be able to do something about that," he said mysteriously.
Jon frowned as David grinned and choked back a barely concealed giggle. Before he had chance to say anything, David turned to Richie.
"In my jacket pocket," Richie told David, nodding to the spare chair in the room.
David nodded and stood up, pulling a small black bag from the pocket of Richie's jacket. He opened the bag and pulled out a wad of notes, counting out $125. Then he reached into his own pocket and counted out a further $105. He turned to Tico who handed him another bundle of cash. Jon's eyes grew wider and wider as David counted out $150. He leaned back against Richie shaking his head. He started to reply, his mouth snapping shut again as Alec counted out another $350.
"I sold my car," he confessed at the looks of incredulity on the other's faces. "We needed a van anyway, and I got us one from my Uncle. This is just the leftover," he explained.
David grinned. "Cool. So that’s…" He counted out the money again before handing it to Jon. "$730. Not quite all you owe, but… "
"I… " Jon swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, tears welling in his eyes.
"And that's not all of it either," Richie spoke up for the first time. "My mom says you can stay with us for as long as you need to. And, I spoke to your cousin Tony yesterday afternoon. He said there's a job going at the studio if you're interested, not much just sweeping the floor, making the coffee etc…" He left the sentence hanging, grinning as Jon opened and closing his mouth but not managing to say anything.
He licked his lips, shaking his head slowly. "I can't…" He pushed the money away.
Tico pressed it back into Jon's hand, closing his fingers into a fist over it. "Yes, you can." He smiled reassuringly at the fleeting look of panic that darted over Jon's face.
"I… I don't know what to say," Jon whispered, tears streaming down his face as he looked at thhershers. "I… Thank you."
~El Fin~
Jon nodded and sat up, his back once again rest against Richie's chest, the guitarist's arms wrapped lightly around him. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, feeling Richie nod behind him.
Alec pulled a face. "Sorry, but you don't look alright."
"Al…" Richie's voice took on a warning tone.
"Leave it, Rich," Jon sighed and shrugged lightly. "He's right. I've got pneumonia, a broken arm, nowhere to live, parents who don’t give two shits about me, no job, no money and an $800 debt. Of course I'm not alright." His speech left him breathless and he slumped back against Richie, tears falling slowly down his cheeks as he pulled the oxygen mask up over his face again.
"Shit," Alec clapped a hand over his mouth. "I didn't mean…I just… sorry?" he offered eventually.
Jon nodded and sniffed hard, making himself cough again.
Tico glanced at the others. "I think we might be able to do something about that," he said mysteriously.
Jon frowned as David grinned and choked back a barely concealed giggle. Before he had chance to say anything, David turned to Richie.
"In my jacket pocket," Richie told David, nodding to the spare chair in the room.
David nodded and stood up, pulling a small black bag from the pocket of Richie's jacket. He opened the bag and pulled out a wad of notes, counting out $125. Then he reached into his own pocket and counted out a further $105. He turned to Tico who handed him another bundle of cash. Jon's eyes grew wider and wider as David counted out $150. He leaned back against Richie shaking his head. He started to reply, his mouth snapping shut again as Alec counted out another $350.
"I sold my car," he confessed at the looks of incredulity on the other's faces. "We needed a van anyway, and I got us one from my Uncle. This is just the leftover," he explained.
David grinned. "Cool. So that’s…" He counted out the money again before handing it to Jon. "$730. Not quite all you owe, but… "
"I… " Jon swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, tears welling in his eyes.
"And that's not all of it either," Richie spoke up for the first time. "My mom says you can stay with us for as long as you need to. And, I spoke to your cousin Tony yesterday afternoon. He said there's a job going at the studio if you're interested, not much just sweeping the floor, making the coffee etc…" He left the sentence hanging, grinning as Jon opened and closing his mouth but not managing to say anything.
He licked his lips, shaking his head slowly. "I can't…" He pushed the money away.
Tico pressed it back into Jon's hand, closing his fingers into a fist over it. "Yes, you can." He smiled reassuringly at the fleeting look of panic that darted over Jon's face.
"I… I don't know what to say," Jon whispered, tears streaming down his face as he looked at thhershers. "I… Thank you."
~El Fin~