Chapter 61

“I can’t believe they both ain’t answering their phone!” Jon told Richie frustrated.

“I know, what the hell in going on there?” Rich wondered shaking his own mobile lightly as if it would change something.

Fran and Kim should have been at the Stadium over an hour ago, but nobody had seen them. So just minutes away from show time Jon and Rich started to get a little worried. Especially after Jon told Rich about Kim’s plan to drive over to his apartment and talk to Fran.

They wouldn’t really fight that long, right?

“Maybe they need more time.” Tico said calmly. “You know how women are. When they start talking you can barely stop them again.”

“Yeah, maybe but they could at least give us a short call.” Jon dialled Kim’s number again and cursed when he only got the voicemail.

“I know you are worried, but don’t you think you should focus on the show now.” David pointed out gently. Both shot him an evil look.

“Ok, ok…I was just asking.” The keyboard player said defensively.

“We played those songs a million times, Lema. Are you worried I might forget the words.” Jon told him angrily.

“We never played ‘Follow’ before.” David couldn’t keep the comment to himself and got the stink-eye from Jon.

Suddenly Jon’s mobile vibrated. He frowned and opened the short message.

“What the fuck?” he held up the phone, so Rich could read the text.

‘WE R HEER. STRAT SOWH NOW! WANNNA DNACE!’

Rich chuckled. “I would say, someone is a little tipsy.”

“Kim’s never tipsy or drunk.” Jon told him confused and left the dressing room.

“Come on, let’s see what the ladies are doing.”

As soon as they entered the stage and the first notes of ‘Who says you can’t go home’ filled the air Jon and Rich spotted their girls in the first row, each with a backstage pass around their neck and a goofy smile on their faces.

Rich couldn’t help it and laughed out loud when Fran pointed at him and whispered something into Kim’s ear which made them giggle like school girls.

“Oh man, I think we will both have an interesting evening.” Jon said to him before turning to the mic.

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“Come on, Kimi. Let’s go to bed.” Jon tried to pull her along with him, but she easily slipped away from him…giggling.

“Awww, is old Johnny tired? You are such a party-pooper!”

“Are you calling me old? Smartass?” Jon asked grinning. She was really cute when she was drunk. He already feared she might get a little mean when she had some alcohol running through her veins, but apparently she was a happy drunk.

During their short performance at the Stadium Rich and him watched their two girls dance and sing along to their songs. When Kim and Fran finally made it backstage after the show they were so jazzed up that they launched themselves at their men with such a speed that Rich and Jon nearly ended up on their asses.

They figured out rather fast that Kim and Fran emptied more than one bottle of champagne during their little talk and totally forgot to eat the cake with it. The end result were to very funny women who were totally focused on their men.

“Well, you are older than me.” She said and tipped her index finger against his chest a couple times. Jon chuckled softly.

“I would say you are younger.” Jon told her and tried to pull her into the direction of his bedroom.

“Older, younger…who cares, it’s way too early for bed.” She tried to get away from him again.

“Oh, no honey…you stay with me.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and carried her into the bedroom. Kim only commented his actions with giggles.

“And what do you wanna do with me now Mister Bon-jol-vi?” she asked with a husky voice.

Jon laughed out loud. “Bon-jol-vi? Oh, Kimi you really need to sleep.”

“No.” she sounded like a petulant child turned away from him. He sighed deeply and decided to change his tactic.

“Well, then we could do something else…” he said in a low voice and let his fingers ran softly over her arms. She shivered.

“Yeah? Like what?” she asked and turned to him.

“Like this…” he leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Kim moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck faltering strongly.

Jon steadied her with his arms and pressed her closer to his body. Carefully he walked backwards with her to the bed not breaking the kiss. He pushed her down onto the mattress and had to fight a little to keep the upper hand, because she wanted to turn his little action into a pillow fight.

“Uh, uh…my turn.” He whispered while pinning her down lightly and kissing her again, softly this time. After a while he could feel her body relaxing and her kissing getting less responsive as it had been a couple minutes ago. Slowly he pulled back and saw that she’d fallen asleep.

“Thank God.” He mumbled.

He was really beat and needed a good night’s sleep desperately. Maybe she was right, maybe he was getting old, he thought while undressing and stripping off her clothes as well. Hopefully she didn’t mind having a relationship with such an old ass like him. When he lay down next to her again his worries were washed away, when he felt her snuggling closer to him in her sleep.