Richie's point of view

I woke up because Rosie moved to get up. It only took me seconds to realize that my head was aching from the bad hungover. I groaned loudly and closed my eyes again, gripping onto the leather of the couch under me. "Richie, wanna eat something?", Rosie's voice came out of the kitchen and I opened my eyes again. The sun wasn't that bright, so I could see comfortably soon again. "Yes please", I yelled back and stood up, rubbing my eyes. When I arrived at the kitchen, Rosie was making coffee and hummed a melody to herself. "Hey, good morning Rose. What have you there to eat?", I whispered tiredly and looked at her curly blonde hair. It was almost like Jon's. I sighed at the thought of my babe and Rose turned around, looking into my eyes. "Good morning Rich, I've got bread with marmelade to eat if you want", she answered and a cute little smile formed on her face. "Sure, sounds good", I replied, still not looking away. She had so much in common with Jon. Her eyes were locked on mine, almost as blue as Jonny's eyes. But they soon switched to my lips, I thought I saw a little desire in them. I finally took a step back, the situation got a little uncomfortable. She turned her head away blushing and nervously stuttering something about the coffee being ready. I just closed my eyes, before I sat down on the opposite side of her. She never looked me in the eyes, she only played around with her cup and blushed a little. It really was cute, but I definitely felt nothing for her. "Rose, I'm gonna get myself dressed if it's okay with you", I finally said and tried to make eye contact. "S-sure", she mumbled and quickly looked up, a smile forming on her face again as our eyes locked. I smiled back and got up, the situation was pretty awkward. Arriving at my apartment, I undressed and searched for something to put on. I finally dressed in some black  leather pants and cowboy boots, was about to put on my top, when I froze in my tracks.

Through the mirror I saw that Rosie was standing in the door, watching my every move with a blush on her face. I slowly turned around to face her, still shirtless. "Rose, why are you here?", I asked and looked into her eyes. Her blushing got stronger with every word I said and she began mumbling something while staring at the floor. "I can't understand you", I whispered and lifted her chin up a little. "I-I said that I'm s-sorry and...", she stuttered and I smirked. I knew a lot of girls who stalked me. "Richie?" "Yes Rose?" "I know that'll probably destroy our friendship, but I need to tell you that I like you more than just a friend", she finally whispered and looked at the floor once again. That hit me quite hard. Two lovers at one time. One boy and one girl. That was going to be difficult, because I knew I would choose only one. And that was definitely Jon. So I would hurt Rose anyways. "Rose, you know, I'm in a relationship?", I asked softly. "Yeah I know, but that can't erase a crush", she whispered and tears started forming in her eyes. "Rose...Please don't cry, c'mere", I said and took her into a hug. I felt a warm tear falling on my collar bone and pulled a little back to face her. "Is there something I can do to make you feel better, Rose?", I asked again and she shook her head as a no. "I will not get over you anyways", she sobbed and turned around to leave. "Rose?" "Yes Rich?", she replied and turned around again, hurt in her eyes. "I don't want to hurt and especially not to loose you", I whispered and a small smile formed on her face. I left a little kiss on her cheek and let her go. "Just know Richie, I'll never give you up", she whispered and let her hand slide over my cheek, before she turned around and left. I packed up my guitar case, put my top on and left my apartment, running down the stairs. After driving for a while, I finally arrived at the hospital.

"Hello Mister, what can I do for you?", the woman on the counter asked me. "I need the room access for John Bongiovi", I replied, hope in my voice. "Same like before, second floor room 15.4. But it's still not clear if he'll make it. We'll switch of the machines in a few days to see if he'll live without them", she told me, you could hear the sadness in her voice. "Thanks", I replied and gulped at the thought of a dead Jon. I ran upstairs and lightly knocked on the door of Jon's room. Nancy opened me, her face worried, but a little more facilitated as she saw me. "Richie...c'mon in", she said and opened the door a little more to let me in. I dropped my guitar case and ran to Jon's bed, taking his hand carefully in mine. His eyes were closed, but he looked like he was sleeping peacefully. "You're so beautiful babe", I whispered and leaned in to peck his cheek lightly. "I'll go now. Call me if something's wrong", Nancy finally said, leaving through the door as I nodded. "Jonny, I wrote a song for you yesterday, should I sing it to you now?", I asked him and got no response. I broke my heart, but I had expected it and counted it as a yes. So I unpacked my guitar and started to play. While I sang, tears streamed down my face and I looked out of the window. After the last chord was played, there was silence. Dead silence. I leaned my forehead against the cold glass and let the tears blur my sight. Suddenly I heard a clapping sound. When I turned around, I saw Jonny with tears in his ocean blue eyes clapping weakly. "Jonny...", I whispered and dropped my guitar, rushing over to him again. "Richie...That song was beautiful...", he whispered and tried to pull me closer. I smiled as I leaned in over his face, caressing his locks with one hand. "I missed you", I whispered, before I leaned even closer to taste his warm lips. We kissed for a long time til Nancy came back in and smiled at us.

"He's awake", she mumbled and took his wrist to feel his pulse. "It's normal", she sighed facilitated and a stone fell from my heart. "How are you feeling Jon?", she finally asked him and I felt how his one hand slowly wandered down my body. He was definitely healthy, because he started to tease me again. I started to bite my bottom lip, to keep myself from moaning. Even though he only touched my clothed chest, it felt like his hands were everywhere on me. Probably because I had ached so much for it. "I think I'm feeling much better than yesterday", Jon finally replied and shot me a teasing look. Such a nasty little thing. His hands slowly slipped under my top, causing me to squeeze my eyes. "No...", I whispered weakly, but he just ignored it and kept on teasing me in front of Nancy. "That's good. Sleep youself healthy now", was the last thing Nancy said before she left the room. "Bad Jonny", I whispered panting and pinned his wrists on the pillow, careful not to hurt him. I then opened his button up hospital-shirt with my teeth slowly, careful to teaste him enough. When I started to spread kisses all over his chest, I heard the first moan escaping him. "Rich...that's unfair...", he managed to say between moans and a huge grin formed on my face. "Only revenge", I whispered and pecked the tip of his nose jokingly. I then released his 'handcuffs', so I could use my hands again. He sighed and pulled me into another kiss, lightly tugging on my hair. I loved it when he did that, it kinda told me I did good. His hands soon found their spot under my top again and tried weakly to lift it up. I parted from him and laid my hand on top of his, pulling the top over my head. "God...", he mumbled and touched every spot of my skin he could reach. I smiled and our make out session went on for a few minutes, til Nancy came back in and told me to leave.