“You’re an idiot.
I thought you weren’t for a while but, after this latest stunt of yours,
it’s clear that I was wrong. Where the
hell is your head?”
Richie groaned silently, glancing at Jon from the corner
of his eye. The stretch Hummer he’d
hired was about fifteen minutes out of the city, en route to the Navesink
house. Waiting there were the other ten
bachelor party guests.
And a bossy-as-hell
woman.
“Hey, D. What’s
up?”
That was an unfamiliar greeting falling from his lips and
it caught Jon’s curiosity right away. It’s
not like Richie and Dorothea never spoke, but she seldom – never – called
him. Fascinated, his best friend cocked
his head and shamelessly eavesdropped.
“Your head is up… your ass.” Damn.
Why was she so mad at him? He hadn’t done anything to her. That he knew of. “If Tony hadn’t already been finishing that phone call with Candace when I walked in,
she never would have gotten your number.
I would have made sure of it.
What happened with Denny?”
TBJ, I’m gonna kill
you.
“It’s none of your business.” It was said with a laugh, but the underlying
intent was as serious as a heart attack.
“I’m making it my business. None of these guys will bust your balls over
the mess you get yourself into with women.
You need somebody to do it.”
If she thought she
was pissed, he was about to pass that by double. “I don’t need somebody to point out my every
fucking mistake. If I did, I’d have a
wife.”
Unbelievably, his menacing words didn’t unleash her inner
demon. He’d fully expected her to scream
at him like she was possessed by Satan himself.
Quite the opposite happened, in fact.
It made her oddly… Compassionate?
“No,” she quietly.
“You need somebody to help you find some self-respect with women. Since none of your ‘brothers’ seem inclined to help you do it, I guess it’s
up to me to put a stop to this train wreck in progress.”
The … compassion… enabled him to curb his anger at her
unwanted interference in his personal life.
She had this thing for championing the underdog. “Don’t make me one of your pet projects,
okay? I’m fine on my own.”
Jon crossed one leg over the other and followed suit with
his arms with tenacious gleam in his eyes.
As soon as the call was finished, he would be all over Richie.
“Evidently you’re not,” Dorothea continued to prod. “What are you doing putting out a call for a
little action with a woman you don’t even know?
You’re not twenty-eight anymore, Sambora.”
“Exactly. I know
what I’m doing.”
“Stop listening to the little head and tell me what
happened with Denny.”
How had Jon lived with this pit bull for over twenty
years? No wonder he was always itching
to get out on the road. Thank God Richie
had only been indirectly subjected to Dorothea’s efforts to save the world.
He closed his eyes and fought for composure while
ignoring the evil smirk on his friend’s face. “You know the great thing about
our relationship, D? We can go months
without talking to each other and be perfectly content. Wanna try that again?”
A piteous sigh filled his ear, and it rankled that she sounded
so damn disappointed. “Believe it or
not, I’m actually being sincere here. If
you’d let her, Denny could be the best decision you ever made personally or
professional.”
“I’m not trying to be an ungrateful ass, but please just
drop it. Right now that’s not my choice,
and if it were my choice, I dunno
what the hell I would do about it.
Okay?”
“Why don’t you stop being a masochistic man and tell me
what happened? Or are you afraid to say
it in front of Jon?”
Good God, he needed to be subject to some kind of
mood-altering agent before this didn’t grate on his nerves and make him tenser
than he had been all day.
“I’m not afraid of anything, dammit! She hinted that she wanted a more personal
relationship and then refused to come to Jersey. She’s back in California dating, and I am
trying to do the same. End of story.”
The white lights passing by on the Jersey Turnpike
reminded him of the Lost Highway lyrics.
As per those lyrics, Richie realized that he, once again, didn’t know
where he was going.
“Dottie, leave him alone,” Jon spoke loudly enough to be
heard over the faint sound of the tires singing against the pavement.
“Tell Jon to mind his own business.”
“I didn’t get involved in your arguments when you were
married. I sure as hell ain’t doin’ it
now.”
“Fine, just ignore him and pay attention to me. At your age, you don’t need another damn
groupie, or another clingy, bubble-headed woman. You accuse me of trying to save the world, but
you’re the one with the white knight complex.
Stumble across a pretty, screwed up girl and you feel like it’s your
obligation to fix her. Do yourself a
favor, Sambora. Find somebody who can
and will take care of you as much as you take care of them. Somebody like Denny.”
She only meant well.
That’s what he kept telling himself.
“D, I love you, but enough. Go
browbeat Tony.”
“Richie…”
“I know. I know!”
He swallowed a strangled noise of annoyance. She had nothing to say that was going to
change anything. “Have fun and play nice
with the other bachelorettes.
Later.”
The silence in the limo hung heavily as he put the phone
back into his pocket, and he knew without looking that Jon was watching
him. Waiting. Mr. Bon Jovi could be a ruthless prick when
he wanted to, and he would use that skill to his benefit in forcing Richie to
cough up the details of his chat with Dorothea.
It would be easier to just beat him to the punch.
“I asked Tony to give my number to the chick that works
for him. Candace. Your ex-wife is not impressed with that
decision and tells me I need a real woman.”
Jon’s forehead wrinkled thoughtfully. “Candace.
Is she the tall blonde?”
Richie responded with only a silent nod.
“Christ, Rich, she had hands like an octopus at that crew
party. All over anybody who’d ever been
on an awards stage. You think that’s a
good idea?”
Jon was becoming a stuffy old politician. What happened to the days where they’d done
crazy shit because it felt like the right thing to do at the time? Every decision in life didn’t need weighed to
the exact ounce of its consequence.
Hell, the man himself was getting married a mere week after getting
engaged and only a few weeks after meeting her.
“Maybe not, but it’s a better idea than getting
shit-faced drunk. I need a mental
release right now and my two choices are sex or booze.”
“Why? What’s got
you fighting your way out of a corner?”
Fuck.
Yes, he was the emotional one of this particular duo, but
Jon had never been particularly interested in the details of those emotions,
choosing to gloss over it whenever possible.
On the occasions that they did talk
about really personal stuff, it wasn’t because Jon wanted to. It was because he knew Richie needed him, and
it was the right thing to do. In
reality, the whole scene made him squirm like he had ants in his pants.
But when you do
talk, he talks smart. He tried to warn
you about your California hook up girl, and he was right.
Publicity had been the name of the game with her. She’d dragged Richie along on a media
magic-carpet ride. He wasn’t fucking
Aladdin and would have been quite content to leave that ride to someone else.
His eyes drifted out the tinted window of the vehicle,
spotting the next exit sign. They hadn’t
made it to the Parkway yet. There was
still time to do this before they got to Dorothea’s house.
So just spill your
guts.
With a gusty sigh of resignation, Richie leaned forward
and said, “Denny hinted that she wanted more and I pushed. She told me she had gotten more invested than
friendship, surprising the hell out of me, but you know me. I was immediately ready to take it to the
next level – a physical level – but she was afraid it would screw everything
up. I finally convinced her to let me at
least give her a real kiss.”
“And?”
Richie shrugged. “And it was good. It felt a little weird to be kissing Denny,
but it was good. Didn’t stop things from
turning awkward as hell afterward though.
She’s worried about her job if this goes any further, even though I told
her that would never be an issue. But
she knows how impulsive I can be.
Doesn’t want this to become a big mistake.”
Strangely un-squirming and stoic, his friend asked, “What
about you? Was it impulse or do you wanna
muddy the waters of what you and Denny are?”
“I dunno.” Richie
rubbed a distracted hand over his jaw.
“We were going to talk when I got home, but last night…” Did he really want to get into this? His reasons for seeking out some human
contact last night?
“What happened last night?”
No. He didn’t want
to talk to Jon about his guilt over the whole Daniel thing.
“I decided to hang around here a couple of extra days
until everything gets worked out. I
called her about rescheduling my flight home, and she happened to be out on a date. Guess she got tired of waiting for me to
figure my shit out. Either that, or she
decided I wasn’t worth the trouble.”
Jon winced as though in pain. “Dammit, man, you know how bad I suck at
this. I think I’m supposed to say that
you are worth the trouble. God, this makes me glad for Petey. What you see is what you get. I don’t have to guess with her. Usually.”
“Yeah, no shit,” he drawled wryly. “I would’ve been dating her if she wasn’t
already in love with your stupid ass.”
Jon shrugged without an iota of remorse. “Sucks to be you then, I guess. So what’s Dottie giving you grief over? Denny?
Candace?”
“Yes. She says I
need somebody like Denny in my life, not another hook up. Screw the fact that it looks like Denny doesn’t
want to be in my life that way.”
“Man,” Jon sighed, reaching over to slap him on the
shoulder. “I may know next-to-nothing
about women sometimes…”
“Sometimes? You’re
clueless all the time.”
“Then that makes this pearl of wisdom all the more valuable,
you sarcastic fuck, so listen up. Don’t
stay here the extra days. There’s no
point. Go home and talk to Denny until
you come to an understanding that suits you both.”
Richie stared curiously at the man next to him, almost
flabbergasted. “Damn. Petey’s made you soft. I would’ve bet money on you having my back
with Candace and the easy lay.”
Jon slowly shook his head. “I’m here to tell ya, man… revenge sex isn’t
satisfying. You may as well stay home
with Rosy Palm and her five sisters, because you don’t have to talk to them
afterward.”
Talk about getting down to brass tacks. Jon didn’t have trouble calling it like it
was in any situation and, even though he was no Dr. Ruth, he could still see a
spade for what it was. Didn’t mean
Richie knew what to do now any more than he had five minutes ago, even with the
relationship advice.
Relationship advice.
From Jon. Wow.
“Who the hell are you and what have you done with my best
friend?”
Whooohooo, Go, Dorothea & Jon! Richie, listen to Jon, don't wait!!!!!!
ReplyDelete(and listen to Dorothea - you don't want or need Candace.)
"On the occasions that they did talk about really personal stuff, it wasn’t because Jon wanted to. It was because he knew Richie needed him, and it was the right thing to do."
Somehow, I see this being the way it really is in real life too...and I love it.
Phrase of the chapter winner is...media magic-carpet ride. Sarcastic fuck comes in a close second though and third place goes to Rosy Palm and her five sisters... Wow 3 in one chapter.... Love it!!
ReplyDeleteThis is the chapter I've been waiting on. I hope he takes Jon's advise AND blows off Candace at the same time. With his luck Denny is gonna show.....
Good chapter. I love getting Richie updates even though it's a Jon story. Thanks girl. Still hope for him and Denny.
Now let's see what's gonna happen on the Bachelor/Bachelorette party front...Gavin is gonna out do himself and The guys party will be interesting with kids involved. LOL
Thanks girl.
wow! hopefully Jon gets through. Richie's an ass if he thinks Denny wouldn't be pissed of when she finds out about Candance. *shakinghead"
ReplyDeleteJust saw five's post. I agree with her 100% This conversation could be real life for Richie. The publicity hungry g/f is not what's needed. A real honest woman is what he needs.
ReplyDeleteMaybe in the business maybe not. But I think not is the way to go....
Richie........GO HOME!!! Period!! :)
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling this is how it really is with Richie. Both Jon and Dorothea trying to help him see straight. Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteLove it. Now this is a good story!
ReplyDeleteI love this chapter and the three conversations between Dorothea/Richie/Jon.
ReplyDeleteListen to the Dot and Jon Richie, they know what they are saying!
Can't Denny have a drink, and yes, also go clubbing a little with a fantastic girlfriend while she tells her about Richie and her fears and maybe hopes???!!!
ReplyDeleteWhy are men always so nasty-minded!!!!!
Please Jon don't let him ruin this thing with Denny before even it has started!!!!
Congrats Blush!!
Another well-written chapter. Love it from beginning to end.
ReplyDeleteHave I told you lately that I love this story? Dot is a perfect mix of snark and love. She steals the scene this time. :D
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THIS! I bow to you C because I agree. This was Dorothea's chapter. Without A Doubt. LOVE THAT WOMAN!
DeleteI want to see Candace at the wedding with Richie. Just to see the fireworks from Petey and Dorothea when they see them together. Richie is going not one but two women after his balls! (and not in the good way)
OK, am I the only one who didn't pick up what "Rosy Palm and her five sisters" meant until standing in line at the grocery counter? and I call myself a fan fiction reader!
I cannot help but laugh at 'in line at the grocery counter'!! LOL!! Wonder why it struck you THERE??
DeleteI was thinking about your story and I was holding some fruit in my hand and then I had that light bolt moment when I thought Ahhhhhhh, that's what it meant!! not about a girl named Rosy who had five sisters!" I need to be educated!
DeleteI've stolen some lines from your story (fuckart is another favourite from my favourite guy which I have stolen)
Just consider Learning Patience a public service then. ;o)
DeleteRosy palm and her five sisters won it for me. Couldn't stop laughing about it all day. Richie you really need to start listening to your friends. Great job as always.
ReplyDeleteRichie, I love you but when it comes to women, you make the worst choices! Listen to Dorothea and Jon, they know you better than anyone. Can't wait for this wedding to see Candace all over Richie and how this goes down!
ReplyDeleteIf only to be a fly on the wall when Tony hanged up that phone and Dorothea knew that he gave the number to Candace! He would have gotten hell!
As always a superb chapter.
Love D (don't ever change that) and Richie's relationship in this story. Love how she can just call him up and blast him from the get go. When you write, I can imagine being that limo myself and listening to the conversation. - Ashley02
ReplyDeleteBest Story. Best Chapter. Best Characters (looking at you TBJ!) Best EVER! - BELINDA
ReplyDeleterichie - just listen, ok!!!
ReplyDeleteThis was my favorite chapter yet. I absolutely loved Jon and Richie talking. And the conversation with Dot was great also.
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