To Love A Punk
Chapter Thirteen: The Cure For A Broken Heart
Karen and Sid are now inside her and Joey's hotel room. Karen is searching in her suitcase for her bottle of sunblock. Sid has thrown himself onto the king size bed, almost immediately after entering the room.
Karen and Sid hadn't been in the room for very long at all, when there was a loud knock at the door.
Karen takes a look through the peephole, to find Johnny Ramone, waiting by the door. Karen goes to open the door.
"Hi Johnny." Karen smiles, politely.
"I saw you come in here with the Sex Pistols bass player. What the hell are you doing? You just broke up with Dee Dee, now you're with Joey. Yet, you bring Sid to your room?" Johnny yells.
"You have no idea what you're talking about, at all. He's drunk, and couldn't get into his room. I brought him into here, so he could sleep it off. That's all." Karen assures Johnny.
"Whatever. I don't need you causing anymore problems for the band." Johnny says, shaking his head as he walks away.
"What an ass." Karen mumbles, as she walks over to the chair in the corner to sit down.
"Hey you, come here." Sid says, sitting up from the bed.
Karen rises from her seat, and walks over to Sid, as he had asked of her. She walks over to Sid, and takes a seat on the bed, next to him.
"Come closer." Sid whispers.
Karen leans closer, and Sid quickly grabs Karen and kisses her firmly on the lips. Karen didn't know why, but some part of her enjoyed that unexpected kiss. That is, until he so rudely, cupped her breast. Karen then freed herself from Sid's forceful embrace, and then slapped him across the face.
When Karen turned around Johnny Rotten and Paul Cook were standing in the doorway. Karen wondered just how much they saw.
"Well, I see you two are getting acquainted quite well." Johnny says, with a laugh.
"Yeah, you sure can pick 'em, Sid!" Paul says.
"Take him to his room, now!" Karen demands.
"She's a feisty one. I like her!' Johnny says, as they exit the room.
"I'll see you later, love." Sid smiles at Karen on his way out.
Karen didn't quite know what to think of what had just happened. If she was being completely honest with herself, she did enjoy the kiss with Sid. Though, he was definitely out of line. She also didn't want to do anything, at all to jeopardize her new relationship with Joey.
Just minutes after Sid had left, Joey has entered the room.
"Joey! I was just on my way down to the pool to meet you." Karen smiles.
"No. It's ok, really." Joey says, as he takes a seat on the bed.
Karen can sense from the tone in his voice, that something is wrong. She takes a seat next to him.
"You sound kinda serious. What's wrong?" Karen says, putting her hand on his.
"I don't think we should keep seeing each other, I'm sorry." Joey says, jerking his hand away, from hers.
"What? Why? You're the one who came to me." Karen says, tears running down her cheeks.
"I don't know. I still love you. It's just, both Dee Dee, and John are mad at me. I've gotta get my own room for now, and I need some time to figure this out. Sorry."
Karen had tried everything to get Joey off of her mind. She had tried staying in her room, and reading a book. She had even tried going down to the pool. It wasn't until, she started to think of Sid, and that kiss, that she stopped thinking of Joey.
Once she remembered the kiss, she started to wonder how Sid was doing. So, after getting dressed back into her regular apparel, she decided to go to his hotel room.
Now standing in front of Sid's door, Karen was unsure of whether to knock, or not. Luckily for Karen, the door was ajar. Making this decision, especially simple. The room is quiet and dark, Karen walks slowly, as she does not wish to wake Sid. Unfortunately, being her usually clumsy self, she bumps into the bed, and wakes him anyway.
"Hello." He says, with a yawn.
"Hi. I'm sorry." Karen blushes.
"It's alright. I see you couldn't stay away." Sid smiles.
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To Love A Punk
FanfictionRamones fanfiction Karen has been in love with Dee Dee, for as long as she can remember. Though, not everything is as simple as it seems. Author's note: Written by myself, and my friend, Marie Warner.