How Not To Be A Groupie

Chapter Forty Four: Holy Fu-

My hand hovered over Bon's door. All I had to do was knock. I glanced at the key in my hand, shining under the hallway lights. What was the point of bringing the key if I just knocked on his door and waited for him to let me in? What was the point of knocking if I had the key to open the door? General politeness, I supposed. My heart beat frantically in my chest. The last time I came here Bon almost attacked me with a lamp. That was reason enough to knock. 

But then why did Bon give me a key? I pressed my forehead against the door and sighed. Just get this over with. Let yourself in, find Bon, if he's awake, ask if you can talk. If he's asleep, let him sleep and write him a note. Then get the fuck out of there. I took a deep breath and placed the key in the hole. Turning it slowly, I twisted the knob and pushed the door open, giving a pitiful little knock as I did so. 

And dear God I wish I had knocked first. 

Bon was awake, all right. Every last inch of him. His shirt was replaced by a pair of hands and his own hands were tucked inside his company's blouse that had been unbuttoned. Bon pulled away from the obvious kiss he had been in the middle of and looked at me with a dazed expression. The woman he was with, hair a mess and lipstick smeared, looked ready to leap out the window. 

"I'm so fucking sorry," I said turning around and averting my gaze. I stumbled out of the door and made to close it. "I can come back another time."

"Here, wait," Bon said and I heard him stand from the couch. 

"That's okay, Bon, I'll leave-"

Bon followed me out the door, apologizing to the woman before closing it behind him. He stood in front of me in the hallway and I kept my eyes glued to the floor. Seeing Bon in such a way would forever be burned into my brain and I knew I wasn't sleeping tonight. "Did ya' wanna talk?"

"Well....yeah, I-good God," I muttered. I had taken a quick glance at him and immediately regretted it. 

"What's wrong?"

"Your zipper," I said, covering my face with my hands. Could I have done anything more embarrassing? First I walk in on Stelle and Janis and now this??? No one hated me more than I hated myself at that moment. 

Except maybe's Bon's guest.

Bon looked down at his jeans and giggled. "Ah, sorry about that," he said before fixing himself. I allowed myself a direct look in his eyes and saw nothing but mirth. "What's troublin' ya'?"

"I was just....hoping to have a small word with you but I can see you're busy-" I turned to leave again but Bon gently grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back. 

"I can spare a minute or two," he said. "Carol here's a friend of mine, came to visit."

"Quite the friend," I said. Bon laughed. "Really, Bon, it's not a problem."

"Ya' came all this way in your pajamas to have a talk an' ya' jus' wanna leave?" he asked. I could faintly smell a spot of perfume coming from him and I could guess it wasn't his. He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "The least ya' could do is stay the night."

"Stay the-" I looked around for anyone overhearing our awkward conversation. Luckily the hallway was empty. "Are you crazy or something?"

"Sure am," he grinned. "Can't jus' let a friend of mine wander the streets at this time of night, wouldn't be right, like." I looked toward the door where Carol was waiting within, ready to have Bon left, right, and center. And I certainly didn't want to be in the middle of that. "Look, you take the bedroom an' Carol an' I will keep things to the couch. Stay the night, we can talk in the mornin'."