I'll be There For You, Always (A Bon Jovi Fanfic)

chapter 11 - Our Moment

Jons POV

I was trying to keep my cool about the fact that Blair was back on the bus - which by the way, was not easy! - but in reality I couldn't have been happier. I was finally gonna be able to get to know her, like really get to know her....and no, not like that. Although who knows what could happen. I chuckled to myself as I imagined her curves pressed against my body, I know we've only known eachother for a short time but I think I've started falling for her. That smile, that laugh, that adorable accent - even though half the time I couldn't understand what she was saying. I've never felt this way for someone before. I ran my finger along my leather pants, following the lines of the pattern, as I listened to her talk to the guys. She was having such a nerdy moment talking to Rich about saxophones...it was adorable listening to the excitement in her voice. That was another thing that made her so attractive, her love for music. She was unlike anyone else I had ever met before. She was special.

Blair's POV

I watched Jon trace the patterns on his trousers as I spoke to Richie and Dave. He was smiling down at the ground, he must have been thinking about the show or the fans or something. Although there was something in his gaze that I hadn't seen before, almost as if he were longing for something....or someone. I looked over to the tiny clock that was ticking away on the counter : 23:30! We had been talking for 3 hours now, it felt like I had only sat down 5 minutes ago. Realising that it was quite late - and given that I was still exhausted from the events of the last few days - i gave out a quiet yawn and stretched my arms out infront of me. After stretching I slapped my hands down onto my lap and cleared my throat. I wasn't really sure where I was supposed to sleep so I tentatively tapped Jon on the shoulder. He jumped as I awoke him from his little day dream "huh!? Oh you ok?". He was still a little startled, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. "Uh yeah, i was just ...um...im pretty tired sooo..." i rubbed the back of my neck as i awkwardly tried to ask the rockstar where I could spend the night. He straightened up immediately "oh man yeah of course!" He said looking a little embarassed that he hadn't been more organised, but I didn't mind. He stood up and gestured for me to head to the back of the bus, I obliged.

When we got to a narrow door he moved infront of me and put his hands up to block me, "just a sec" he said as he held one finger up, a small nervous smirk on his face. He seemed very urgent and frazzled, it was quite cute actually. He slid through a tiny gap in the door and closed it behind him. I heard a multitude of rustling noises and quizicle "hmm's" and "ummmm's" from inside. *what on earth is he doing?* the rustling got louder and then turned into loud bangs and crashes....seriously, subtlety was not his strong suit. "uhh you ok in there Jon" I said as I heald my ear to the door and leant against it. "Yeah, yep, couldn't be better aha" he said sporadically, before letting out a roaring "AGH FUCK!! STUPID BOOK SHELF" he must have hit his head or something as there was a substantial thud. The rustling continued for a moment as I kept my ear on the wooden door. But before I knew what was happening the door opened and i went toppling forward. Luckily I was caught by a very worn out looking rockstar. "Woah there" he said as he helped me get my balance back. I didn't dare look him in the eyes from sheer embarassment, I mean trust me to face plant straight into Jon Bon Jovi in the most un-elegant way possible. The worst part was he was laughing the whole time....not at me but it felt horrible. I'm such a mess.

When we finally sorted ourselves out into some kind of assembly he flicked his hair out his eyes, put his hands on his hips and gave out a hard sigh. "Well, here you go Darlin'" he said, gesturing to the room behind him. It was bigger than I expected, it had a double bed and everything. As I scanned the room I saw what must have been causing all the noise. There where boxes, cans, magazines, and all sorts of other things shoved into every nook and cranny. He had obviously been trying to make the room a bit tidyer for me, which was really sweet of him....even if it was still a bit of a shamble. I felt my mouth curl up into a smile at the thought of him taking so much care to make me comfortable...and also at the image of him scrambling round like a headless chicken trying to make things clean.