One Light Burning: A Bon Jovi Fanfic

Chapter 5

I went home a couple hours later.
I'd been out and about so much in the past couple days that I'd neglected a lot of things I had to do so I got busy cleaning, doing laundry, sorting out bills, ect.
Of course my mind wondered to Richie. He was so sweet and kind, such a good friend. Plus my attraction to him was undeniable. I doubt he would ever be interested in me though. Where ever we go, girls are bound to be staring. He could have anyone he wanted, and even though we've got an amazing connection, I don't think he'd want to be more than friends. But if he ever did I sure wouldn't mind, he's perfect. I'll have to try and not think about it too much or else I'll just get let down. He's on his way to fame and fortune for goodness sakes, imagine all the women he'll have. The jealously would just eat me alive.
So I vowed then and there never to let my feelings for him go beyond friendship. I shut them away in the back of my mind, but no matter how many walls I put up it was still there, nagging at me.
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Work was a drag. The men were cheaper and sleazier than usual. Plus I hadn't made plans with Richie so the only thing I had to look forward to was going to sleep.
I walked out into the night, feeling sad for myself when I saw a tall, long haired guy leaning on a light pole.
"Richie!" I said happily, quick walking to meet him, him meeting me half way and embracing me in a big hug.
"I had no idea you were coming." I exclaimed, my voice muffled by his chest.
"Of course I was gonna come, how could I not?" Richie flashed me a smile and we headed down the street, laughing and goofing around, probably waking up the whole neighborhood in the process.
"Thanks for coming out with the guys last night. You seemed to have a good time. Did you like 'em?" Richie asked once we calmed down.
"Yeah I did, they're all really cool."
"Good, good that's great. I was a little worried you guys would clash or something."
"Even if I didn't like them I'd endure it just for you." I playfully poked him in the arm. "You have nothing to worry about, I like them a lot."
"Yeah you sure seemed to like Jon a lot last night." He said with bitter sarcasm.
You have got to be kidding me. He was still on that?
Taken aback by his comment I stopped walking, a look of disbelief on my face.
"Excuse me? First of all I was so drunk I don't even remember half of last night let alone the reason why I sat on his lap. Second of all, we already had this freakin discussion, why the hell are you being so immature about this?" By now he'd turned around and crossed his arms, a scowl forming on his face.
"Immature? Me immature? Oh my gosh yeah I'm immature. At least I wasn't the one sitting on some guys lap that I barely even knew! It was so disgusting can you blame me for going on about it?" He spat.
A wave of hurt rushed over me. Is that what he really thought about me? I could barely keep my emotions from showing, his cruelty had caught me off guard.
" I said I wasn't going to try anything with him. Can't you just trust me and drop it?" I yelled back.
"You're a stripper for goodness sakes, you really think I'm gonna trust you when you say you won't go whoring around with some guy?"
I don't think I'd ever been so humiliated, so crushed in my life it's a wonder I didn't crumble right there in the street. I make this unbelievable friend, and I really see it going somewhere, and he completely turns on me in only a couple of seconds. How did this happen so fast? I should have known he'd judge me for my job. How could he say that to me? He wasn't the person I thought he was.
With out another word I pushed passed him and stomped off.
Before I turned the corner I looked back to see if he was following me, hoping that he'd come apologize, say that he didn't mean it, but he hadn't even budged.