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Love On Display
By : AEMorgan
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi
Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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 List
"Where the fuck is he?" Richie asked softly, holding his head in his hands as he watched Alec pacing across the floor in front of him. "He said he'd be here."
"He’ll be here," David reassured him. "He has to be," he continued, more to himself, his attention turning back to the magazine in his hands.
Richie sighed and sat back in the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. Shit! Last night's ruined everything; he's too embarrassed to even face me… He continued berating himself under his breath, not realising that Tico had asked him a question until David shook him gently to get his attention.
"You alright?"
Richie jerked upright, shaking his head to clear it. "Hm…?" He looked around, realising that the other three were waiting for him to say something. "Sorry, I was just…"
"Any ideas on why he ain't here?" Tico interrupted.
Richie shook his head. "None. It's not like him…"
"Are you sure?" Tico pushed harder. "You were the last person to speak to him last night. So, what exactly did happen at the club when you went after him."
Richie narrowed his eyes. "What exactly are you trying to say, Tico?"
"Tico does have a point," Alec pointed out. "You were gone a hell of a long time just to talk to him, then you couldn’t wait to get out of there."
David winced. "Guys, I…"
Richie ignored David's interruption, standing up and drawing himself to ful full height. "I told you," he ground out. "We talked."
"Nothing else?"
"Why, you…" Richie grabbed the collar of Tico's jacket and slammed him back against the wall. "How dare you…"
The door banged open and four pairs of eyes turned to look, scowling when one of the studio executives, and not Jon, walked in. He raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of him, waiting for Richie to let Tico down before speaking.
"If you've quite finished…" He started, an amused tone to his voice. "We've waited for Jon for 30 minutes, we're going to have to start without him."
David shook his head and stood up, glaring at Richie and Tico. "No. We don't do anything; make any decisions unless we're all here. Can… We’ll reschedule." Next to him he could see the others nodding in agreement.
Richie apologised to the executive. "Jon was ill last night with the stomach flu. He was hoping he'd be better for this morning. Guess he isn’t. We’ll speak to him and call you later in the week."
The executive nodded and harrumphed, turning his back on the band as they filed out the studio.
"The flu?" Alec laughed, leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette.
"Well, what the fuck was I supposed to say?" Richie shot back. " 'Sorry Jon's not here, but he's too embarrassed to face us after he done a lap dance for us last night!' Whatever!" He stormed off and got into his car, slamming the door shut and resting his forehead on the steering wheel, before shaking his head and driving off.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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