What do you got...

Chapter 4

           *next morning *

          Something heavy and warm was around me. My head was resting on a fluffy pillow. I opened my eyes to see where I was. I was in a peaceful bedroom. Me in Jon's arms was so comfortable. His breath on my neck was soft. I turned around under his hand to see his face. I was surprised to see him awake.  "Morning dear!" He said playing with my hair.  "Morning! I thought you was sleeping. " "Do you want a coffee? " "Sure. " I never refuse coffee. "I will Cook pancakes. " "And until they will be ready, I will run home, make a shower, change my clothes and come back." "Good then."He threw me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

       I got off of bed and looked at my clothes:  Still the same like yesterday. I ran downstairs. Nobody was there. I quickly opened the door, make a shower and fix my hair.  I put a Guns N ' Roses t-shirt and a black bandana around my forehead. I was looking a bit like Axl Rose: red hair, those clothes... But my hair was curly and heavy instead.

          I went back to the Boys' house. I came in and David was on the couch.  "Morning sunshine. Or wait... it's just Axl Rose more feminine than usual." "Shut up!  Axl is not a girl... Even feminine. He is just God damn... hot and... I better keep my mouth close." "Yes. I don't  want to see you drooling. " "Anyway, you know what happened when we meet Guns N ' Roses. " "Steven Adler hit Jon with a bottle in the head... I know... But doesn't matter anymore."

          "BREAKFAST!!!" Jon screamed from the kitchen.  We all went there and Tico starts laughing of Richie. "What?! Bonnie asked.  Why you make fun of Richie?" "You don't want to know whose ass was sitting there - where is your plate now- last night." "Surprise me!" "Ivy's!" He looked at Tico with a smirk.  "Awesome... her ass is damn hot."

          I looked at Richie and then I focused on my pancakes.  "Ivy, have you talked with your mother?" Bonnie asked. "No. She is traveling and... " "I got it." My mom was traveling a lot. She was very rear at home - in general  in holidays.

           Jon's Pov

         * later that night*

           I was alone with Ivy in her house.  I was impressed. She brought a bottle of vodka. I set at the piano starting to sing :

"Sitting here wasted and wounded

At this old piano

Trying hard to capture

The moment this morning I don't know

'Cause a bottle of vodka

Is still lodged in my head

And some blond gave me nightmares

I think she is still in my bed

As I dream about movies

They won't make of me when I'm dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and

French kiss the morning

While some marching band keeps

Its own beat in my head

While we're talking

About all of the things that I long to believe

About love and the truth and

What you mean to me

And the truth is baby you're all that I need

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails

I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is

And lay you down on bed of roses."

        I got up and press my lips on her shoulder. I easy touched her legs, gentile, like a feather.  She was sitting on the black gloss of the piano. She ran her long and slim fingers - like those of artists - through my hair.  I put my hands on the edge of her t-shirt and take  it off. I stopped and hug her. I put my head on her shoulder.  A black father was tattooed on her back. She put her lips on my ear: "I love you."