Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

6: Slippery When Wet

17. May 1991, at Jon's parent's

Jon's POV

As I woke up I saw a young Mick Jagger staring at me. That's because I slept in my old childhood room again. My parents had enough space so they hadn't touched much here for years. My bedroom walls were still covered with posters of now clearly older rockstars.

It was a crazy thought that now my pictures hang in almost every kid's room and that someone looked up to me like I looked up to the Rolling Stones or Southside Johnny. 

I took a look on the clock on my wall that was ticking way too loud. Shit, almost 10.40! I think everyone already had finished breakfast by now. Tony had decided to stay here for another day too, because we hadn't seen each other for so long. The thought of my family made me leave the bed. 

I had to cringe at the reflection of my morning self in the old mirror on my closet. I chuckled a bit as I remembered standing here 10 years ago with a broomstick in my hand, dreaming of becoming the next rock star. That dream had seemed so far away. Now I was living it, or at least did it for a long time. I drifted off to think of my current situation again.

Was I really a star? After all that happened? Have I even ever been? All I did was doing music. I mean it was a good job. I get payed good enough, I get attention, I was able to visit a lot of cool places and met some really nice people. 

But it's just entertainment in the end. It can make people happy, and yes I appreciate that. But it doesn't end world hunger, it doesn't cure aids and it can't stop wars. I was naive if I was thinking that. Just listen to Imagine, and then think of what happened to John Lennon. In this moment I realized the accident with Alec was a very similar situation actually. 

No, enough, I had to stop getting in that depressive spiral again. I decided to get dressed and then go see Matty. He was still so young, he always could distract me from my adult problems for a while. I would eat later.

Matt gave me a shy smile and a "what do you want from me?" look. I just asked him if I could come in to chat a bit, and he allowed it. He was in that difficult teenage phase right now. Almost an adult, but sometimes he still had that stubborn rebellious and "I hate everything and everyone" attitude. Well I gotta admit I wasn't better. But what I wanted to say, you better asked for permission. 

But he seemed to be in a talkative mood, I guess he was just curious what had happened to me. So I told him more details and caught myself telling him my problems too. Even if I didn't wanted to. He had enough trouble himself, he shouldn' have to worry about my shit too. But he just quietly listened as I spoke. Occasionally he asked some short questions. Only as I had finished he really began to talk to me. 

"Please promise me that you change. I want my brother back. The whole school is talking about you, and most times it isn't anything you'd like to hear. Some time ago people were jealous of me because I'm a Bongiovi too. But nowadays they make me feel ashamed."

I was shocked to hear that awful truth from my brother. If they hurt me, it doesn't matter, I deserved everything of it. But to go for my brother who didn't have anything to do with it just made me furious. I didn't want them to get away with this. I felt that feeling that became so familiar to me building up again. Damn these fuckers could be lucky that they weren't in that room right now. 

"Who are those people? Show me and I beat their awful life out of them. Who they think they are, insulting my little brother." 

"Jon, slow down, my god. And you had to beat the whole school then..."