Right Down Cherry Lane//Warrant •Jani Lane•

Shotgun

Eventually Jani and I pulled away from each other. "Goodnight." I told him as I got up. As soon as I got to my room, I closed the door. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I whispered to myself.

I didn't want a relationship right now, and I know it's just a kiss, it doesn't mean a thing, but everything since I met Jani? Fucking Christ. I shook my head as I got into bed, trying my best to turn off my thoughts.

What am I going to do.

***

I can't believe Lori actually invited me back to her house. I mean I know she's done it before, but this time it seemed like she actually wanted for me to be here.

I don't know.

What if this was all too fast for her? What if I've already fucked up? I sighed and laid down on the couch, trying my best to quiet my nerves and my thoughts all because I kissed the girl I care about.

***

The next morning I woke up, forgetting about what the hell happened last night. I sat up and swung my legs off the bed and actually got out of bed. I walked out of my room and to the living room. I was expecting Jani to be there, but he wasn't.

That wasn't really out of the norm. Last time, he was in the kitchen. So, I walked to the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows when he wasn't there. The bathroom maybe?

No, the door was open and it was empty. I then realized that he wasn't here at all. I walked over to the couch and on the coffee table was a piece of paper.

I picked it up and looked at it.

Sorry, felt like I was imposing. I'll see you later. Tell the kid I say hey.
—Jani

What in the world was happening. I couldn't wonder about  that for much longer. I had to find someone to take Carrie so I could work today. Heather was at work, so was her mom, and I didn't want to keep bringing her to the diner 24/7.

Only option left, mom.

I sighed and dialed my mom's number. We haven't spoken since we had that argument. I'm actually surprised she answered. I explained to her that I didn't want to take Carrie to the diner with me and she said she'd watch her.

I thanked her and hung up. I then went to get Carrie.  I woke her up, got her a bath, made her breakfast and told her she was going to spending the day with her granma.

She was over the moon about it.

When I dropped her off, my mom only said that she'd see me when I came to get Carrie. I hated today based off the note Jani left, and now my mom and I were still on the outs.

That along with what happened with Jani threw my mood off.

When I got to work, I wanted to be done with my shift before it even fucking started. I put on my skates, clocked in and waited for customers. And god when they started pooling in?

I wanted to fucking grab the shotgun the owner keeps behind the diner counter and shoot myself with it.

It wasn't even fucking 8 yet there was already like 20-30 people in the fucking place!

To add to this shit though, while I went into to the kitchen to get some more napkins, I fucking biffed the wall and I went down.

I was sad, tired, confused, and now to add to all that shit? I was fucking mad. I was about to get up when something ran into me and then my face was cold and wet. "Oh damn, Lori, I'm really sorry!" Deana said, also on the ground now.

I sat up and wiped my eyes. She had tripped over me, while carrying a pitcher of water. I sighed, not wanting to blow up at her. "It's okay." I said as I laughed it off.

She nodded and we helped each other up. I dried my face, and took a towel and dried my hair the best I could. I still got napkins and then I continued my day.

I was waiting on a group of teenage girls. "I can't wait to see Bon Jovi." One of them said. I furrowed my eyebrows. "There a concert in town?" I questioned. One of them nodded exaggeratedly.

"Yeah, they're starting their tour for their recent album, New Jersey." One of the stated. I smiled. "Can't believe my favorite band's in town and I can't even go." I said trying my best to humor the conversation, but actually being really beat up about it.

One of them frowned. "I'm sorry, how come you can't go?" She asked. I shrugged. "I'm stuck doing this gig until 8 at night, and I gotta kid." I replied.

"Damn, well I hope you get to see them someday." Another one of the girls spoke. I smiled and nodded, saying something along the lines of 'thanks, I appreciate it, hope you have a good time' or something like that.

I'm gunna be honest, the conversation I had with them, was the highlight of my day.

Eventually they finished their food and paid. So then I was waiting on an old couple when the door jingled, what a fucking weird constant in my life. "I'll be right with you!" I said, putting on my happy little fake ass mood. I didn't bother looking in the direction of the door.

I was still helping the old couple. I expected it to be Heather, Jani, Erik, my mom: the normal list of very few people in my life. I had hoped it was Jani, but when I turned around I was completely fucking wrong. My eyes were wide.

Crazy that those girls had just left, if they'd stuck around for maybe 10 more minutes they'd be meeting Bon Jovi in the flesh. They picked a table and I skated over to them, praying to any higher power not to fucking fall.

"Hey, hi, Lori-wait no that's not right." I sighed briefly and then started again. "Hi, I'm Lori, I'll be your waitress for today. What can I get started for you all?" I questioned, trying not to freak out because Jon Bon Jovi was literally less then 5 feet away from me.

They all told me what they wanted and I wrote it down. And I shit you fucking not, when Jon talked, I nearly fucking died.

I turned around to skate away and the door jingled again. I turned around and there was my mother, with Carrie.

Seriously, that fucking shotgun is calling my name.

A/N: Heyyy, so I know it's been awhile but here's a new chapter, and I wanted the book to get more juicy and interesting so I added a , drum roll please🥁, another band I like! I hope you enjoy and if your bored I'm also working on a Jon Bon Jovi story called Trigger Control :)