Filly didn't know where she was jogging to, she just wanted to get out of the house. Something wasn't right, and she was afraid to figure out what it was. Of course, Skittery had something to do with it. Why did Skittery having a groupie affect her so?
Blindly jogging on, Filly found herself out of Keansburg but she wasn't quite sure where she was… until she stopped and her mouth dropped open. There she was, drenched in sweat, heavily breathing, and standing outside the gates to none other than Jon Bon Jovi's house.
The way the sun was capturing the scene, Filly felt like she was at the gates of Heaven. Mecca. Nirvana. Eden. Whatever you wanted to call paradise on earth! Filly blinked, and pulled in a DEEP gulp of air. Jon Bon Jovi's house, glowing like a bronzed guitar of... of... well... Jon Bon Jovi!
Her whole body pressed against the gates of the home. An involuntary motion, for sure. She could never EVER comprehend being anywhere NEAR, Jon. She'd spazz and completely lose it without someone else to stop her.
Thoughts of going in there didn't even cross her mind.
Well they did... but they were usually suffix-ed with restraining orders and stalker claims.
She was at the gate of her idol's home. Where he lived. And slept. And probably practised. Jon Bon Jovi's home! His home! Happy day! His private retreat. She bet Jon Bon Jovi wasn't in love with his bassist. While, certainly his wife wouldn't approve.
Wait... rewind... in love with his bassist? Where that had come from she didn't really know. Sure she was in love with Skittery but that had nothing... Filly blinked once, completely stopping all train of her thoughts... in love with Skittery.
She didn't love dependable, friendly, comfortable, grumpy, sweet Skittery. If you loved people you obsessed about the smallest things they did, and got all cutesy about them. She didn't think about Skittery's cute little way he wrinkled his nose, and pulled a hilarious face of distaste, and how he actually seemed to listen when she spoke.
And surely if she loved Skittery she'd smile ever time she thought about him. Not to mention jealousy... if she loved Skittery she'd be really jealous that he was sleeping with that little whore, Spot rejected, walking around like a bitch in heat... Ohhh crap!
Well... at least she could take some comfort in the fact that she wasn't smiling and giggling like a blonde headed twit, when she thought about him. Filly touched her lips with her fingers... just to make sure.
" Why the hell did I have to find this out when I'm right in front of Jon's palace," Filly sighed and muttered distressed. This place of divine right, and beauty, and all over kick-assedness.
She should only be concentrating to the good things here. The band things, and how they were going to make it big. And how her room was big enough to fit in Skittery's stuff as well as hers.
Filly's eyebrows drew together in fury with herself. Stop listening to 'Mr Happy's' best friend.
Filly tried to concentrate on Bon Jovi goodness. Her eye's closed as she tried to soak up the radiating light of Jon's awesome guitar ability. Even from outside his house.
Ohhh you know you wanted him in that shower. If you knew your weren't gonna get caught you would have let him have his...
"OKAY! OKAY!! I would have jumped him quicker then Spot does a groupie!" Filly shouted out loud in frustration.
At the exact moment the words left her lips, a police siren, cried loudly. Not even a block away, Filly was sure.
"They're coming to get me!" Filly whispered hysterically... prying her arms from the gate, that she was clutching her chest to, as if hoping to melt through them.
Wiping her sweaty palms on her legs, Filly, looked left and right of the street and jogged casually across, turning and going back towards home... if she had a hood she would have flipped that over her head, when she came to the end of the street. She bolted away from the Bon Jovi Mecca that had called her, the sound of the sirens, and her newfound plan haunting her all the way home.
"Filly, is that you?" Autumn questioned of the sweat-soaked girl in front of her. Filly had pounded on the door, unable to open it herself, and collapsed on the front porch.
"Filly… me… yes," Filly breathed heavily.
"Where the hell did you go?" Autumn asked as she dragged Filly inside.
"Mecca," was all she could respond before passing out.
