Chapter Twelve

“Ok, that’s it. I’m done!” Richie yelled in frustration.

“What?” Jon asked confused. He had no idea what his best friend was talking about.

“I’M DONE!” he yelled. “You ain’t listening and when you are listening you are all grumpy and pissed. I’m done!” Richie turned and walked away. After a couple meters he stopped and turned back.

“You know what…Move it!” he said and indicated to Jon to get on his feet.

“What?” Jon’s confusion was getting bigger. “I thought we want to write?”

“I said: Move it!” Rich pulled Jon towards the door and totally ignored what his friend asked. “We gonna visit her!”

During the last week Jon was getting grumpier, frustrated and absolutely not to live or work with. And all this it seemed because he and Kim couldn’t find some time in their schedules to see each other. He would end that now!

Jon tried to free himself from Richie’s grip and stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what his band mate was up to.

“But I don’t even know whether she’s at home.” Jon protested while Richie directed him into the elevator.

“We’ll figure out. And when she’s not home, you two will have a nice date in her office at the hospital.” Richie said when they reached the lobby. Jon frowned.

“TAXI!” Richie yelled as soon as they were outside the building. Jon only rolled his eyes.

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Half an hour later they were in the lobby of the San Remo.

“Hi Ed. We would like to visit Miss Anderson.” Richie greeted the concierge and placed a hand on Jon’s shoulder preventing him to turn around and ran away. He really didn’t like Richie’s treatment.

“Yes, she is there.” Ed said after a call up to the apartment.

“Thank God.” Richie mumbled and pulled a grinning Jon into the elevator.

“Jon? Richie? What are you doing here?” Kim asked them irritated when they exited the elevator.

Jon finally pulled his arm free and looked angry at Richie. “Well, Mr. Stupid here thought we need to see each other.”

Kim still looked confused. Why was he so grumpy?

“No, no, no…” Richie replied with a raised index finger and closed the door behind them after they entered her apartment. “I said YOU definitely need to see her. I’m sure she’s not grumpy and frustrated. I’m sure her friends can still live with her.”

Jon’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but Richie seemed un-effected by the fury in his friend’s eyes. Kim chuckled softly.

“Well, honestly I think the boys are rather happy to see you.” she said and pointed at Kidd and Sambo who were coming over to them with gladly wagging tails. Jon smiled when Kidd nudged his hand to get pet.

“I think I let them feel my bad mood in the last couple days.” She added softly. Jon looked at her grinning. It was good to know that she missed him as much as he missed her. Rich watched smiling how Jon let his gaze travel over Kim’s body.

She looked great in this hot pink “Love is a Gamble” Ed Hardy shirt and the light grey trousers. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and she was wearing cute four inch high heels to complete the outfit. Fighting not to growl loudly, Jon finally walked over to Kim and pulled her in his arms to kiss her deeply.

She moaned gently when his tongue invaded her mouth and Jon tightened his arms around her waist. She was driving him crazy. He wanted her so much it hurt. Coming up for air, he said in a harsh voice:

“Fuck off, Sambora!”

“Jon!” Kim pulled back from him shocked.

“What?” he looked at her inquiring.

“How can you say something like that to him?” She asked reproachful. Richie laughed.

“It’s ok, darling! After more than 25 years that’s the normal tone.”

Kim shook her head in disbelieve when Jon nodded agreeing. “Nevertheless you don’t have to leave Richie.” She said with a stern glance at Jon when he wanted to protested. Richie couldn’t hide his grin.

“Nah, it’s ok …I better give you two some alone time, otherwise I can’t continue to work with Mr. Grumpy here.” Jon rolled his eyes again, but didn’t say anything. Actually he was rather thankful that Richie dragged him over to her apartment.

“Well, ok…but…” Kim started but was interrupt by the ringing of her mobile.

Blood on blood

One on one

We’d still be standing

When all was said and done

Jon and Rich looked at her amused. She laughed.

“Well, that’s Fran. She insisted that this is the right song for us.” Richie chuckled.

“Hi Fran.” Kim answered her phone laughing, but turned serious in the next second.

“Fran, Fran…calm down. I don’t understand a word. Breathe, sweetheart, breathe.” She told her friend. Jon and Richie exchanged a concerned look. Would could upset Fran so much?

“Ok, ok…I understand, but he’s not unconscious, right? Ok…yeah, I know…Fran, please calm down…yes, we’ll be there in a few minutes. You know what you have to do.” She paused shortly listening to her obviously crying friend.

“FRAN! You are a nurse, for God’s sake…act like one!” She told her in a strict voice. “We’ll be there soon!”

She hung up the phone and walked straight over to the closet she used as a wardrobe next to the entrance door.

“Jon please take this…and Richie you take this one.” She handed a heavy metal suitcase to each of them. They looked at her confused.

“Jason got hurt. We need to go over to him. Follow me.” She explained shortly and took a third smaller suitcase out of the closet and left the apartment.

The men followed her suit.