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Oh Sherrie	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Steve Perry or Sherry Swafford or any members of Journey, past or present. This is fiction. I do not get paid for my story.

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On the open road again. Steve’s mom lived about an hour away from the quaint town. They’d been on the road about 40 minutes, and according to the time frame Steve gave her. They would be at his mom’s in about 10 minutes. Steve couldn’t wait. His mother was preparing his favorite boyhood lunch, and baked the cookies that he used to eat until he was sick. Sherrie had only met his mother twice before, and she was always sweet and gracious. When they walked up on the porch, his mother was already at the door; when she heard a motorcycle roaring nearby she knew it had to be her “beaky”. Steve grabbed her up in a bear hug, and she landed 2 big kisses on his cheek. His stepfather shook his hand heartily, and hugged him. Sherrie was greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “Good to see you again.” Mary said. Steve took their things down to his old room when he was a teenager. Nothing had really changed; even the same blanket his grandmother crocheted many years ago was neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Steve’s mom allowed them to get settled, freshen up and then they were to come to the kitchen to eat lunch. Steve saved his stomach, eating a light breakfast, because he wanted to inhale his mother’s food. They sat at the kitchen table and Mary fussed over her son, asking him if he were alright, was he eating enough, you’re looking too skinny. “Leave the boy alone Mare, he’s a grown man now.” Steve looked at his stepfather and winked. “We’re going to have company tonight for dinner.” Mary said as she cleared the table of dishes no longer in use. “Oh” Steve said. “Who’s coming?” “Oh let’s see.” Mary began. “When Tony heard you were coming he said he had to be here, Aaron and Valentina.” Steve looked up, slightly startled at the mention of Valentina’s name, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sherrie. Valentina was his high school sweetheart, who broke his heart. She couldn’t get into his dream of being a rock and roll star, and dumped him for a jock he couldn’t stand on the football team. The wonderful weekend he had was about to be dashed because of her.
Steve’s mom always served dinner promptly at 6:30 every night, even when he as a boy and that night was no different. Steve and Sherrie decided to take a walk around his old neighborhood and old haunts until dinner time. By the time they walked back, the guests were already there. They were early because they were anxious to see Steve, who they hadn’t seen since he went to Los Angeles, a few years prior. When they stepped into the house, there were two average looking young men around Steve’s age, but what caught Sherrie’s eye was the beautiful dark haired young woman who once had Steve’s heart and soul. They stood about the height and build, dark eyed with long eyelashes and long shiny black hair. She felt a pang of jealousy and looked over at Steve to see how he was registering it all. Steve greeted his friends, but when he got to Valentina, he hugged her and closed his eyes as he kissed her cheek. They remained in the living room until Steve’s mom called them to dinner. Sherrie decided to be a big girl and not let jealousy get the better of her, after all, she was Steve’s woman now, not to mention, this Valentina had hurt his heart.
The dinner table buzzed with excitement and gaiety as friends talked about the old days, and Steve’s antics, and how he evolved with his singing and they asked Sherrie, did she know that he started out as a drummer?” She knew; she’d seen him play often enough in jam sessions. “His old drum set is still in the garage.” Steve’s stepfather; who was mostly quiet, piped up. When the delicious dinner was over, Mary asked Sherrie to help her clear the table, while Steve and his guests went to the living room. Sherrie had the opportunity to listen to Mary’s stories about when her boy was little and how he drove her “batty screaming, er, singing all over the house”. She corrected, and they laughed. “But it’s paying off today isn’t it?” “You’re good for my son.” She told Sherrie and smiled sweetly at her. When they were done with the dishes, Sherrie went to join Steve and the gang, but only Steve’s male friends were there, and they thanked Mary for the dinner and said it was time that they left. “Where are Steve and Valentina?” Mary asked before Sherrie could. “Oh, they went for a walk.” Sherrie could feel envy rising up to choke her, as well as anger. How could Steve be so thoughtless? She thought. If he didn’t give a reason to feel insecure, perhaps she could have handled it, but he often times thought about himself only. She counted to ten, and went to the room to get her things. She didn’t know how, but she was going back home without Steve. She went to find Steve’s mother and stepfather, she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but she wanted to leave before he got back. “Can you tell me where the bus station is?” She asked. Steve’s step father offered to take her. Mary thought it best to stay and talk it over with Steve. Sherrie would hear none of it, and allowed the man to take her to the station. “You want me to wait?” He asked. “No thank you, it’s going to be a 2 hour wait anyway” She said. “I’m sorry about that.” His stepdad went on. “I’m not making excuses for him, but he was kind of spoiled as a child and he sometimes puts his feelings first.” “Tell me about it” “He didn’t mean any harm though.” Sherrie wasn’t interested in hearing any of this, she wanted to get home, she’d decided enough was enough and would be moving out the minute she got back.
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After his step dad left her, she went to buy a couple of magazines, to fend off boredom while she waited for the bus. After about 30 minutes, the unmistakable sound of Steve’s bike could be heard in the distance; like knowing your own baby’s cry, she knew it was Steve’s bike. She got up and went into the bathroom. She figured he would come searching for her, but this wasn’t the time she wanted to face him. The bike got closer, until the noise stopped. She knew he was there. She heard her name being called out. On lookers looked at the long haired man, in his leather jacket and motorcycle boots wondering what his problem was. “Either of you see a petite blonde come through here?” He asked an older couple who just knew they were about to be attacked. Steve liked the fact that some people didn’t always recognize him. “No.” the older man said, now leave us alone.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man motion his head towards the ladies bathroom. “Thank you.” Steve mouthed to the guy. Sherrie recognized his foot falls as he walked towards the bathroom. “Sherrie, I know you’re in there, we need to talk.” “If you don’t come out in 10 seconds I’m coming in and you know I will.” “One, two, three, fo….” Sherrie used to her advantage the larger than normal bathroom window at the station to squeeze through. When Steve kept his word and opened the door, she was nowhere to be found. He went to the open window and looked out into the dark town; it was well after ten pm, most shops had closed. He was suddenly scared and upset with himself. Sherrie managed to find a secluded payphone and called a friend who lived in the neighboring town; her friend could be where she was in less than 20 minutes. Steve went back outside and looked about in the town, calling for her occasionally. He was starting to feel silly, when there was no answer back. He was at a lost as to what to do. He knew Sherrie didn’t know the area and he was concerned for her safety. He didn’t want to head home without her....................................
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