Hello again (Tommy Lee Fanfiction)

Ch1 First meeting/Second meeting

***********All warnings apply The girl in the picture is what I picture Jasmin would look like when she's grown up.

My name is Jasmine Jordan Collen. My friends call me JJ. I was born in London England on September 25, 1971. I have one older brother whose name was Philip Collen, but he goes by Phil or as Joe would call him Collens. He was a guitar player, at least I thought so. When he got accepted into Def Leppard, he was more excited than our parents. He had been on his own since he tried to form his first group called Girl.

He had been out of the house since I was seven. I believe he was 18 or 17 when he moved out. When he joined Def Leppard, I kept bugging my mom to let me go see him play. She would finally give in and after school I'd go watch them play or jam. Phil was always protective of me so if I was there, he'd watch me like a hawk. Soon Steve and Sav got in on it as well especially when they seen Rick and I talking one day.

I kept telling Phil that I wasn't interested in boys, but he would just say, "Yeah, well maybe not now you're not but one day you will be." All I would do is make a face at him and he'd laugh.

When he did his first tour with them, I begged him and our parents like crazy to let me go with him. "We already have one baby on this tour we don't need another one." Joe said as Phil held my hand going to the bus.

"Yeah, well she won't leave me alone about it." Phil said.

"I'm not a baby. I turn 12 in September." I said.

"You should be in school." Joe said.

Steve put his arm around me. "Don't mind him luv. His bark is worst then his bite. Maybe she wants to learn something like how to run a band. Who knows maybe one day she'll be a manager or an assistant. Besides she'll learn about other places. It's got to be better than
being stuck all summer in boring old London, England."

"Where will she sleep?" Joe said.

"With me." Rick said taking my hand and boarding the bus.

"Over my dead body Allen." Phil said grabbing me from behind. "She gets the private bunk in the back with her own loo."

"What? But that's..." Joe said.

"Oh, shut it, Joe. Its only three months it's not going to kill ya." Sav said as Phil took me to the back which had curtains and stuff to make it private. We were in the states on the bus. The whole time on the plane no one said a word to me until we got to the tour bus.

The first few days Rick would take me out to dinner. Mainly anything that was in walking distance to where they were doing a show. It was a distraction so the guys could have their little party. Sometimes after the show I'd end up sitting out by the buses while they had their party. Then Rick quit taking me to dinner wanting to join in on the fun.

One night we were in Los Angles. I was walking down the streets with my hands in my pockets. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. It was a pretty warm night. Along the streets there were tons of homeless people among other things. As I walked there was a person sitting on the curb sobbing. They had their face covered and I thought it was a woman seeing she had long black hair. She was very thin and her clothes looked torn.

I looked around and sat by her. "Do you need help honey?" She just kept sobbing. When I tried to see her face and touch her, she flinched. That's when I realized it was a man. When he flinched, he jumped back and that's when I seen his face. "Oh jez. You're hurt."

"Don't touch me."

"It's ok I won't hurt you. That's a real nasty break there. Come on I 'ave a safe place. We can get you cleaned up there." He stared at me funny. His lip was swollen with a cut on it, his nose was broken with some blood around it and his eyes already looked like it was starting to swell some. I stood up and put my hand out to him. "Come on I won't bite."

With no questions he took my hand and went with me. The hotel wasn't far from where we were. Joe decided it was best to throw they're after party at the hotel, so I would have a comfortable place to sleep. It was my last night with them. We went in the back way since I had snuck out in the first place.

Phil and Steve had a room down the hall from me. As we walked down the hall you could hear them playing some music. As I got my key out the man tried to hide behind me and you can tell that the floor we were on Phil and Steve were on because they switched all the numbers on the floor around, but I knew which room was mine.

"Jazzy." I heard Rick behind me. I quickly opened the door and pushed the guy in the room. "JJ what are ya up to luv?" I closed the door and turned to face Rick. Shockingly we were the same height.

"Uh just went for a walk about. You know wanted to see the famous streets of LA before I go back to dreadful old England."

"Uh that's right. I forgot it was your last night. I'm so sorry luv. I am going to miss you. Hey, the terror twins are pasted out. Why don't you come to me room for your first taste of alcohol. I'll give you..."

"Thanks, but no thanks Ricky. I'm sure that I'll have me first taste when I turn 16 or legal age. Night Rick." I went in my room finally and doubled locked the door sighing. "Where are you?"

I went in the room to see the young man sitting on the bed with a washcloth. He had a spaced out look on his face. I pulled up a chair in front of him. His bangs were all in his face. I went to
move his hair and he flinched back. "I won't hurt you. Your nose looks broken."

"How old are you?"

"Almost 12. I'll be 12 in September."

"12? Shit. So you don't know who I am?"

"No but we have to..." He took the washcloth and used it to quickly fix his nose back in place. You could hear it when he moved it. I made a face. He held the rag to his nose and I took the washcloth and sat by him. He flinched again when I touched the rag to his eye. "What's your name? Mines Jasmine. But everyone calls me JJ."

"T-bone."

"Is dat your real name?"

"Ah you know what. I really appreciate you helping but you're like jailbait to me if I get caught in your room with you."

"Don't worry about dat. I'm 11 1/2 and I still think boys are disgusting. Besides you look like you need a place to hide. I'll tell you what, there's a joining room dat me brother is in. I'll just go lay on the couch in there..."

"No please don't. I'll get cleaned up in your shower and stay on the couch. My real name is Tommy."

"Why do they call you T-bone?" We both sat there staring at each other and then he turned his head to the side leaned close to me and kissed me. I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. He pulled away from me and stood up. It was just a peck really and my first kiss.

"Thanks." He went to the bathroom and took a shower. I sat there in shock. So that was how I first met Tommy or as a English woman or person would pronounce his name it would sound like Tummy but sometimes the way we pronounce words sound funny to everyone else. Anyway I had no idea who he was and by morning he was gone. I believe he just took a shower and left. He was very forward but a gentleman. Well at lease to me. The guys in the band never knew of
my little guest that night. I never knew what happened to him or who he really was until years later.

Steve, Phil, Rick and Sav all took me to the airport the next morning. "So what did you learn this summer?" Phil asked me.

"I learned dat even in your most darkest hour there is some kindness in the world. Dat there's more to life then parting."

"You are so weird. We are going to miss you." He hugged me.

"You're not going to miss me."

"We'll call every once in a while." Sav said and he hugged me. Then Rick hugged me. Steve hugged me last and then I left. So that was the first time I met Tommy as I said and my first kiss. I felt like it brought me to life. Like his lips burned mine. Don't look at it as wrong it was just a peck and on the check his way of saying thank you.