Band Oneshots

Silent treatment (Bon Jovi X Richie Sambora)

Richie wasn't sure what he had done to make Jon so upset, but he hadn't talked to him in days. He had tried talking to Jon, but it was damn near impossible, even though they shared an apartment.

Jon got up and left every morning before Richie was awake and came home much after dark, when Richie was asleep. There were a few times he had stayed awake to talk to Jon, but it was no use, because most of the time Jon came home way too drunk to hold a conversation. Richie was worried for Jon, but with each passing day that Jon ignored him, he grew angrier and angrier.

They were best friends. If Jon was angry about something, he needed to be an adult and tell Richie about it. The fact that he was just ignoring him with absolute no explanation had started pissing Richie off. The worst part, though, was that even though Jon was ignoring him, he didn't stop caring for him.

Every morning when Richie woke up, breakfast was waiting for him in the kitchen, on the nights when he'd fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for Jon, he'd wake up the next morning in his bed, covered with blankets. Jon was still taking care of Richie in every possible way and that pissed him off way more than a silent treatment ever would.

Richie couldn't think of any reason that Jon would still be taking care of him but wouldn't speak to him. Did Jon actually hate him or did Jon meet someone who he wanted to spend all his time with and couldn't bring himself to cut Richie off completely? Richie didn't know., and it was killing him. 

After three painful, lonely weeks of them not speaking, Richie had had enough. That night, Richie drank as many cups of coffee as he could handle, until he was so caffeinated, he couldn't sleep.

He intended to stay awake and wait until Jon got up in the morning and not let him leave until they talked. It was a relatively good plan, but it had Richie bouncing off the walls from too much energy he couldn't sit long enough to even strum away at his guitar. He didn't normally drink coffee, so six cups might have been a little much. He spent most of the night pacing back and forth in his room, replaying in his head exactly what he wanted to say to Jon in the morning.

With each passing hour, Richie grew more nervous. It was stupid to be nervous just to talk to your best friend, but somehow Richie feared this conversation might be different. He was afraid Jon would tell him he hated him, or that he didn't want to be friends anymore, or that he he found someone better to takeover in the band, or something else that would ruin their friendship.

Finally, after way too many long, energetic, nerve-wracking hours, Richie heard Jon come in and start to walk towards the kitchen.

Richie took a deep breath and exited his room. Richie heard Jon walk into the front room, and he turned around. They stood there for a few moments, in the hallway, staring at each other, neither daring to speak.

"I can't do this anymore!" Richie blurted out, finally. "What do you mean?" Jon asked, hesitantly. "What do I mean? Are you kidding fucking me?! Jon, this is the first time I've heard your voice in three weeks." "I-I've been busy." 

Richie was fuming. He couldn't believe Jon was outright denying ignoring him. "Bullshit. Bull fucking Shit." Jon sighed. "Look, Richie, I don't know what you want me to say." Tears prickled at the corner of Richie's eyes. "say something anything. Please. Tell me why you've been ignoring me. Tell me what I did. Jon, I can't handle this anymore. Please." Richie's voice cracked at the last word.

Jon's heart broke. He knew what he was doing was probably hurting Richie, but he didn't know it was hurting him that much. "I-I can't, Richie. I'm sorry." Jon's words broke the floodgates, and tears streaked down Richie's face.

"Jon, whatever I did, I'm so sorry. I-I'm not sure if I hurt you or said something to offend you, but whatever I did, I'm sorry. Please just tell me so I can fix it. You are the only good thing in my life, Jon. You are my best friend, and I can't live without you. I can't keep going like this. I can't keep thinking that you hate me. So, please, just tell me what I did." "Fine. I'll tell you what you did," Jon said, voice weak and tears pooling in his eyes.

"You made me fall in love with you." Richie's mouth dropped open in surprise, but he couldn't get himself to formulate a sentence. Out of everything he imagined Jon saying to him, that was absolutely not one of them.

When Richie didn't respond, Jon took it as a cue and continued. "I hate you because I love you. I was ignoring you because every time I look at you, or hear your voice, I fall in love with you even more. I know it's wrong, and I hate myself for it, but I can't help how I feel. I was hoping if I ignored you, the feelings would go away. But they didn't. They only got stronger and made me miss you even more. I'm sorry, Richie. I'm sorry for hurting you, for ignoring you... for loving you- I'm sorry for everything." 

Richie, still in shock, only able to stare back at Jon. Jon shook his head and turned to leave. "Wait!" Richie said, running up to him. Jon turned around and Richie, not really thinking, threw his arms around Jon's neck and leaned up and placed their lips together.

Jon's eyes flew open in shock, but he quickly recovered and dissolved into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Richie's waist. In reality, their kiss lasted only seconds, but to them, it felt like a lifetime.

"I wish you had told me this weeks ago." Jon chuckled softly. "I didn't think you'd feel the same." "I've loved you forever Jonny" "Really?" "Really. So, no more silent treatments?" "No more silent treatments." "Good," Richie said, and connected their lips again.