Bed of Roses-A Bon Jovi Fanfiction-

Work Blake and Kid Rock.

-Matrix

I walked into work looking like the walking dead. I was completely exhausted from the concert I slumped into my chair and placed my head on the desktop.

"Late night?" A British accent asked. I looked up to see Blake, my boss and also my friend staring down smugly at me.

"Hell yeah." I moaned. Blake was the boss of MTV magazine. He was almost two heads taller than me and had dark brown hair.

"Oh! That's right you had that concert!" He shouted with glee.

"Your such an ass." I groaned. My head was throbbing violently.

"A donkey am I? I don't remember featuring in a Midsummer Night's Dream." He said cheekily.

I glanced at the clock on my desk.

"I haven't slept for twenty-six hours Blake!"

"You could have called in sick!" He insisted.

"And what? Miss Mr Yashi raging about you never turning up to meetings." I said grinning. Blake's face fell.

"Shit!" He said jumping up and running down the hall.

I laughed to myself. I logged on to my computer and groaned at the e-mails that flooded my inbox. Most of them were from MTV reporters forwarding pictures and story information on recent celebrity spots. There was one that drew my attention.

"It's their life!"

'Photographers have spotted band Bon Jovi hanging around with contestant winner Matrix Rollands before the concert. I guess fame isn't everything! They still take time to spend life off cloud nine.'

Below it was a picture (left to right):

Tico, Ritchie, Jon, Matrix and David.

I quickly clicked the next e-mail, making sure no one noticed. This one was from Sylvie.

"Hey Trix!

Check this out!

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rbrMBMgzDKs

-Love Sy"

I smirked and clicked the link. The video was of 'Lemma' (David Bryan) being funny, talking in stupid accents. I laughed whole heartedly and then clicked the next e-mail.

The e-mail was from Stan, one of our intern reporters. He was fairly good at the job but always had this competition against Liam (the other intern.) constantly wanting to be better. Often they'd send in the same scoop. I did my fair share of interviews but mostly I picked the magazine worthy scoops and sent them through.

I had about thirty e-mails from Blake just asking random shit that he already knew.

'Bing!' I got another e-mail from Blake.

'SAVE MEEEEEEEE! Mr Yashi is going crazy like some ninja who found out someone used his chopsticks! I also jut spilt my ice tea over my secretary. Do you think she hates me?'

I laughed and typed back.

'Racist much! Don't cry over spilt ice tea! And yeah she hates your guts!'

(B:)'Why though? I'm not that unbearable... Am I?'

(M:)'I think you know the answer to that Blake.'

(B:)'Maybe I should promote you to my secretary!'

(M:)'HELL NO! I possibly will end up killing you. Anyway, I have stuff to do! Go away!'

(B:)'Make me!'

I laughed and pressed the block button.

"Ha try and send me e-mails now bitch!" I called triumphantly. Around the office A few heads turned my way and gave me odd looks.

Then I noticed an e-mail from someone I'd never heard of.

'MarijuanaShouldBeLegal@gmail.com'

"What the fuck?" I say clicking the e-mail.

'Hey! Kid Rock here! I heard about you $200 bribe for the Bon Jovi chair! Classic.'

I looked at my computer puzzled then typed back.

'THE Kid Rock?'

I got a reply minutes later.

'The one and only!'

There was a picture attached to it. I clicked he attachment expecting to see some photo off the Internet but what I got was a selfie taken with an IPhone.

It was Kid Rock alright.

"Shit!" I swore out loud.

(M:)'Where'd you get my e-mail?'

(K:)'A certain band I happen to be friends with.'

I beamed happily then replied.

'Can I keep this e-mail address?'

(K:)'Its a free world man do what ever!'

(M:)'You are as cool as they say. Minus the drugs and shit though, no offense!'

(K:)'None taken but thanks.'

(M:)'I have to go I have work to do.'

'Don't we all?' Was his reply. I laughed and then went through all the scoops I was going to forward to Blake, who just returned from his meeting with Mr Yashi. He looked relieved to be out.

"Got the scoops for tomorrow's magazine?" He asked.

"Already sent through." I said not knowing I had accidentally included the one of me and Bon Jovi.

I walked home from work at 5:00pm. Blake mad me miss the bus because he wanted to talk me into coming to this years end-of-year-work-break-up. I finally groaned and said I would come.

I got home at almost 6:00. It had been thirty-six hours since I had last slept and I was so tired as soon as I got the door open I flung my bag onto the floor an flopped onto my bed.

"Thank fuck it's Friday."