Chapter 35 - Will 'Jonica' Make It?

 

 

 

Time at home was spent writing, rehearsing and working.  When Jon wasn't at the studio doing his regular job, he could be found at Richie's either rehearsing or writing.  They all had a vision, they all had a dream.

 

Jon's focus was on success and making it to the big league.  The whole band felt that way and did nothing less than Jon.  They had a taste of the good life, and who wouldn't want to hook up with RATT and go on tour?

It was late when Jon crept into Monica's house.  He wasn't trying to be quiet, but he wasn't trying to be loud either.  The little bit of light that cascaded off of her stove wasn't enough to light his way through the kitchen.  He tripped over something big and bulky, catching himself on the half wall that was between the kitchen and the dining room.  "JESUS CHRIST!" he yells, more out of embarrassment than anything.  He leans over and flips on the light and sees that he tripped over her suitcase.  "What the hell is that doing there?" 

He sets his stuff on the table and makes his way to her bedroom.  The last he seen her was the day before yesterday.  She stopped by Richie's on her way to work and when Jon got done with work and rehearsing he just went home.  He thought he would surprise her tonight and just drop by.  When he pulled up he seen that the house was dark and figured that she would be in bed. 

 

Switching on the light in her bedroom, he didn't know what to think when he seen that her bed was still made and she was no where to be seen.  He turns around and goes back into the kitchen, thinking maybe she left a note or some clue as to where she might be.  Nothing.  He stands there, leaning against the counter with no idea where she could be.  He knows where she's not - she's not home, she's not working (Macy's isn't open after 9pm) and she's not at Richie's.

 

He decides to take a shower and wait for her.  Whatever she's doing shouldn't keep her out too much longer.  It was 12:30am.  Helping himself and making himself right at home, he takes a shower and grabs a bite to eat.  He lays on the couch and watches TV, waiting for her to come home.  He didn't last that long.  It only took him a few minutes to fall asleep, his schedule was catching up to him.

"Hey."  Monica says as she shakes Jon awake.  "Honey, get up and get in bed."

Jon startles awake and sits up, "Huh, what?"

Monica laughs at him, "Go get in bed."

Rubbing his eyes, he asks, "What time is it?"

"It's 2:00." she answers.  He looks around, trying to figure out what's going on.   He's still three quarters asleep and has no idea what the heck is going on.   Monica stands up and takes his hand, "Come on sexy, let's go to bed."  She leads him into the bedroom and he makes it as far as the bed. 

Plopping himself down on the side that he deemed his, he mumbles "Where have you been?"

Monica is at her dresser, removing her jewelry and putting it away.  "I was down in Seaside doing a photo shoot.  Didn't Richie tell you?"

Jon rubs his eyes, yawns and says, "Nope, he didn't say a word.   What's with the suitcase by the door?"  He sits up.

She turns around to look at him and while she's telling him that she's going to Chicago for the weekend, she lifts her shirt over her head.

"Chicago??  What for?" this is the first he's heard anything about Chicago. 

"That damn Richie."  she drops her jeans and is now only wearing panties.  Pulling open a drawer for a shirt, she follows it up with "I just took pictures of Bruce and he wants me to go to Chicago and shoot his show on Saturday.  Gotta leave tomorrow."

"How does Richie know about all of this and I don't?" he's a little upset.

"I stopped there this morning and had coffee with him.  He didn't tell you?"

"Never mentioned your name."

She puts her tshirt on and sits on the edge of the bed next to Jon.  "I'm sorry, I thought he would tell you.  I didn't see you yesterday and I assumed he'd say something."

"Not a word.  When do you leave?" he's a little grumpy now, he's tired and he finds out that his girlfriend is leaving him just 3 days before he has to leave.  "When's your flight?"

She looks at the clock on the bedside table and says, "In 6 hours." she gives him a frowny face.  He takes her in his arms and flips her onto her side of the bed.

"You better get some sleep then." he kisses her  "Good night."

She can't get a good read on him, "Are you mad at me?"

He reaches over and caresses her cheek, "No, I'm not mad.  Just a little bummed."

"Why?"

"Cause you're leaving."

"So are you."

"Not for a few days."  he gives her a pouty face. 

"Maybe I can get back before you leave?  All I know right now is I have to do the show on Saturday.  Maybe I can get back early enough on Sunday so we can do something before you leave."

Jon has a moment of weakness and says, "That would be nice."

Monica has been running her fingers through his hair as he hovered over her on his elbow.  She loves his hair.  It's so long and so beautiful, she has to make a comment about it.  "You're dad does a good job with your hair, do you think he could do mine?"  She laughs.  Jon leans over and kisses her again.

"Get some sleep.  You have a long day tomorrow." he whispers in her ear, secretly hoping that she fights him and doesn't want to sleep.  He's wanted her since he was awake enough to see her.  Watching her undress was all that he needed to get started, but he didn't let himself get worked up, he had no idea where she was or what she was doing.