Jon glanced at Richie, feeling a tad safer with Mel out of the room. "I don't get it Bro, I seriously DO NOT get it. What the fuck is it about her? She’s a fuckin’ maniac."
Richie thought for minute on how to explain exactly what it was about Mel that just worked for him. "Do you remember your first love?"
Jon's memory swept back, all the way to sixth grade and little Betty Johnson. Man, that little girl gave me fits.. He glanced up at Richie, not really wanting to go into detail, at least yet. "Maybe."
"And I'm not talking like your first sex, or anything like that. I mean the girl you loved to hate and hated to love and argued with just for the sake of arguing because ya didn't know at that time how to be cool or how to make her like ya... and then do you remember the day she finally looked at you different?"
He paused letting his mind take him back. "Do you remember that feeling?"
Jon's head thudded on the back of the couch. "Sorta, she let me steal a kiss that day, then slapped me blind and ran."
"And it was one of the best days of your life wasn't it?" Richie said sincerely crossing to sit on the chair by Jon. "Well.. that's Mel."
Jon turned his head to watch his friend. "But she’s fuckin' nuts Bro. She get mad and fight like that back then?"
"Hell yeah... it's just how we are." Richie paused, "I know you think its crazy but not to me....It's like..... I’ve been searching for that feeling again, ya know that exhilaration with all those women out there...... looking for someone who would stand up to me and make me remember who I really am....But I couldn't find it with them because the one I need is right in there."
Jon shook his head. "You have the strangest sense of humor, or hell I dunno man. As big as you are you don't need someone fighting for you."
Richie nodded "I might not NEED it but it feels good to know someone’s there." He leaned back, his fingers tapping on the arm of the chair. “Besides, back then was different, I was less sure of myself.” He sighed, someday Jon would understand, he just had to knock that chip off his shoulder and humble himself enough to LET someone care.
He chuckled and leaned forward. "Man I thought she was gonna knock my block off, for what? Teasing you over being color blind? Man I tease ya worse over other shit." His blue eyes grew brighter, "and will continue to do so you over grown excuse of a guitarist."
Richie laughed hard, tossing his mane of black hair back. "She woulda if you didn't move man!" He let his laughter fade. "Don't worry Mr. Prove the world wrong, if ya ever eased up on me I'd think ya didn't like me," he winked. “In any case bro, she’ll ease up, once she figures out you don’t mean it, just quit egging her on until she gets to know you better.”
Jon winced, “Not gonna be easy to do bro, you’re pretty easy to tease.” He looked over and shook his head at Richie’s intent look. “But I’ll try for now if she’s that worth it too ya.”
"Yeah man?"
"I can’'t.. she's.. " he frowned, "She's not a fuckin’ groupie man, she’s.." he shook his head, "too innocent, and I can't stop wanting her anyhows."
Richie tilted his head toward the sound of humming and clattering coming from the kitchen. He was a little surprised. Jon wasn't known for worrying about his actions with women. It was just how it was, they wanted he gave, he needed they gave. "Well it comes down to... do you really like her or do ya just wanna fuck? Because if ya just wanna fuck I'd say move on NOW. I don't really know Shay not like Mel but I know enough about her to know she ain’t like all the rest and she doesn't deserve to be treated like it just cause she’s a fan. I mean... I think she's starting to see YOU if ya get me or at least trying... but if I know you, you ain’t making that easy. I can’t tell ya what to do other than to say don't fuckin' hurt her cause if ya do I ain’t holdin' Mel back."
Jon snorted, "That little pipsqueak couldn't really hurt me man and you know it." The cocky in his grin grew, "Not gonna hurt her though, just cuz she’s too nice to hurt. She ain’t a fuckin' groupie, she don't know the deal."
Richie raise an eyebrow at Jon’s assessment of 'the little pipsqueak'. If he only knew how many times Mellie'd whooped his ass.... He shook his head "Well maybe you need to TELL her the deal? How can a girl understand a guy if he don't tell her? Explain it all man, I don't think Shay's a dumb girl, she gets more than you might give her credit for, but if you can’t control yourself and gotta have it, you need to tell her how it is, if she still wants your dumb ass after that.. well, she’s a grown woman and able to make up her own mind... ya know?"
Jon nodded. "Yeah, cuz I can't be here, not like a regular guy should be, hell neither of us can, you know that man."
"No I can't" He sighed "But damn it It's time I tried to quit being a gigolo and stay true to someone for a change."
Jon's brow arched, "There's a lot of women out there Bro, how can you be so sure of that?"
"God," he sighed, "I don't know I just ... I just gotta try."
"Shit, she’s that under your skin? How long you fuckin' known her man?" Jon leaned forward curiously. This was the King of Swing talking, the man who could go all night with more than one girl made happy. This new version of his friend was interesting and scary as hell. “There’s a lot of temptation on the road dude."
"I've known her since kindergarten Kidd." Richie thought about his wording then continued, "and I know.. you ain’t gotta tell me how many. " He grinned sheepishly "I think I've had more than my share and maybe half of yours as picky as you are!"
Jon snorted, "Something like that man, and a few of Dave and Teek's, none of Alec's though. Shit his taste sucks."
Richie laughed, "if it's got a pulse..."
Jon's gaze flickered up as the bedroom door opened. Well fuck him blind, the pipsqueak cleaned up real nice. "Well, well, well, Mohammed Ali has returned."
Richie's eyes moved to Mel. He stood and gave a low whistle. "Mmm will ya look at that?" He eyed her dress with barely veiled lust. It fit her perfectly and the vibrant purple accentuated the honey glow of her skin. Her long legs tempted him right down to the tips of her heels.
He walked over to her, his head dipping to whisper a "beautiful" into her ear. Taking her hand he lifted it to his lips and kissed the top. "Damn, she makes me feel under dressed. I'm gonna be the envy of every man tonight"
A blush crept into her cheeks even as she pushed at him playfully. "Oh shaddup, had this thing for ages. Just never wore it much is all."
She turned to Jon a moment, a wicked grin seeping into her eyes. "Ali is right, I float like a butterfly, I sting like a bee, ya mess up my sis and he won't stop me.” She turned to Richie and grinned, “HEY I rhymed!"
Richie laughed and gave Jon an 'I told ya so' look then held out his arm to Mel. "Shall we m'lady" he asked in a slightly off tone accent.
Her arm slipped through his even as she groaned. "You still do terrible accents."
He laughed. "I know my daaaaaaahling I knooooow," he said as he ushered her out the door.
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