The Ballad of Roxanne Pelligrini

Written by: Craig Phillips

The characters herein this story is the property, copyright © and registered ® trademarks of Hasbro. The characters Jonathan Lawrence Patterson, Christopher Michael, Max Rogers, Edwin Pelligrini, Steve Pelligrini, Tyler McConnell, and Manic Deeds are my creations. The story itself belongs to me and is copyright ©. Reproduction of this story in any manner without prior written consent is strictly prohibited.

One word of warning, I do not believe in censorship of any kind, and therefore what you read is what you get.

Chapter 5 (Only in My Dreams)

Mary reached over and felt her friend's forehead, "hmmm, you seem normal Roxy."

Roxanne just rolled her eyes, "one day Mar you'll understand."

"I'm just not use to you being this way, I mean in all the years I have known you…well...," Mary could only smile when she saw the look in Roxanne's eyes. This girl was head-over-heels in love. It had only been five and half years ago since the Misfits had rolled into town on custom guitar shaped motorcycles. Back then Roxanne was a no bullshit girl, and one definitely not a girl to mess with. Seemed like everything changed since that time. Roxanne was getting stronger in reading and writing, she was more tolerant of things in life, and she gave up calling Mary a wimp for her ballads. "Rox, you and I have spent six years getting to know each other," Mary set her hand on Roxanne's leg and patted it, "I'm just so happy for you."

"Thanks Mar, I guess I just let too much bad influence get into my life. I mean you're right, when I came to your place years ago; I was looking to rob you. I needed to survive," Roxanne sighed a little and patted her friends' hand which was still on her leg, "you are the sister I dreamed of having, and I love you so much for being there for me."

Mary hugged her, "Okay, okay. Quit getting all mushy on me," she said with a wink. Roxanne just laughed, because she remembered all the times she said that to Mary.

"Right, well I'm off to see my man," Roxanne stood up and hurried to her room to get her outfit together and jump in the shower. Tonight was going to be a great night, Roxanne mused in her mind. What was even more thrilling was that Manic Deeds may sign with Starlight Music, and not Stinger Sound.

"Kimber?" Jerrica called out to her younger sibling, "can you sit in the Manic Deeds contract negotiations with me tomorrow at one o'clock?"

Kimber was in her new executive office at Starlight Music. Her office was connected to Jerrica's via a corridor walkway. It was not as big as her sisters, but it had a good size window that over looked the city. Kimber was unloading boxes and arranging her desk with a few trinkets and pictures. Being vice president of a company was not something she was ready for. Not that her job was tough, manly she just signed off on documents, and voted during board meetings. "Yeah, I can Jerrica," she said as she was walking into her sisters' office, "just one thing sis, who is Manic Deeds?"

"They're an underground band that Shana and Aja checked out when I assigned them as the new Artists and Repertoire agents," Jerrica was fumbling around in the file cabinet looking for Manic Deeds profile, "here read."

"Sis, you have got to slow down, you've been working like mad since we signed the Misfits," Kimber came up behind her sister and massaged her knotted shoulders.

"Yeah I know, but since we've taken a break from Jem and the Holograms, well I need to keep busy," she sighed and closed her eyes letting her body relax under her sisters' massage.

"I've been thinking of mom and dad again," she stopped massaging Jerrica's shoulders and then sat on the edge of her desk, "I keep going back in my mind and wondering where we'd all be if they had never died."

Jerrica turned on her heel, and sat back down in her chair. She placed her elbows on her desk and rested her head between her hands, "Kim, it has been hell on me since they died, especially since I was so rough on mom the night she boarded flight 909," she looked up at her sister, "If they were alive, I am not sure you and I would have formed Jem and the Holograms with Shana and Aja."

"Wouldn't that have been a trip? Of course the Misfits would have been the only multi-platinum selling band for the company. Oh and then Eric would still be manager, if not that possibly chairman of the board, the girls just burst out laughing. The thought of that embezzling moron as chairman of the board, was absurd.

"To be honest Kimber, all of us would be working for dad in the company helping mom's career. You know, I was so scared when we released mom's record after finding the master recordings deep inside Synergy's memory banks," Jerrica leaned back in her chair causing it to creak a little, "I kept thinking what if the world did not like all of mom's songs?"

Kimber stood up and stretched her arms above her head and yawned, "We don't have to think about that anymore Jerrica. The world loves mom's work, and it's still a top selling CD. You know, as I think about it I bet mom and dad are smiling down at us right now, saying thank you," as she said that a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh Kimber, I know they are proud of us," she got up and hugged her sister. "Now come on, we have to finalize and sign the contracts with legal before presenting them tomorrow.

Kimber nodded and followed her sister to the elevator, and headed off to the legal department.

Sheila got out of Tyler's car at the Bowery, wearing a jean miniskirt, her favorite Misfits t-shirt and black heel shoes. She had pulled her raven hair back into a long pony tail that hung to her waist line. Around her neck was the 14 carat gold heart locket Tyler gave to her a couple of months ago. She linked arms and headed inside of the restaurant.

"Bugger, this place is packed," Sheila frowned as she began scanning the facility. "We'll be here forever."

"Shei just relax, the owner is my cousin, I called a head and he set us up a table in the back." Tyler walked with Sheila up to the host desk.

"Sorry folks, we're full right now," the guest host stated.

"Actually, we have a special table set up under McConnell," Tyler looked at Sheila and gave her a quick smile.

"Ah, you are correct. Please follow me," the guest host led them to a quite section of the restaurant. It was away from much of the other guests, "here you are, would either of you like a drink?"

Sheila sat on the inside of the booth, Tyler sat next to her, "what would you like?"

"I'll just have a Budweiser in the bottle," Sheila felt her insides knotting up.

"I'll have the same."

"Okay, I'll bring those over right away," the host headed to the bar to request the two beers.

Sheila closed her eyes and put her head down a little. She was feeling rather queasy; her face looked as though it was turning a light shade of green. Tyler began to rub Sheila's back and then whispered in her ear, "hey, you doing alright."

She just shook her head lightly, "I think I'm gonna puke," she motioned to Tyler to move so she could get out. Tyler quickly stood up and Sheila bolted for the ladies restroom.

The host came back and caught a glimpse of the raven haired girl running towards the restrooms. He sat the two open beers on the table, "everything alright?"

"I think so, she said she felt sick," Tyler took a sip of his beer.

"Okay, I'll come back in a little while and see if you both feel like ordering." The host then went back to his station.

About five minutes went by before Sheila came back out, she was chewing some gum, and her color looked a bit more normal, "ugh, that was horrible," she said.

"Look, we can go if you are not up to eating just now," Tyler looked up at her.

"I'm not sure if I can keep anything down at this point love."

"Look, we'll skip the movie tonight, and I'll take you back over to Mary's house," he stood up and took out his wallet to leave a couple dollars as tip. Though they didn't eat, Tyler still felt a tip was in order.

He walked up to the host, and paid for the unfinished beers, then escorted Sheila to his car. He got in and started it up and started heading back in the direction of Mary's home. Sheila turned towards Tyler.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to ruin our night," she said with a heavy heart.

"Hey, it's okay sweetie you aren't feeling well, that's hardly your fault."

"Ty, can we stop at the drugstore, I want to pick up something for my stomach."

"Yeah, there is Walgreens drug store around the next block," he said as he got into the left turn lane.

They pulled into the parking lot and Sheila went inside. She walked down a couple of aisles, and then came to a shelf that sold pregnancy tests. She scanned over a few and found one that was the easiest to use. Sheila headed over to the rack that had all sorts of over the counter stomach pain medicines. She grabbed a small bottle of flu medicine, and headed to the register to pay. She received her receipt, grabbed her plastic bag, and headed back out to Tyler's car. As she approached, she could hear a familiar tune. He'd been listening to an old Misfits song, Free and Easy. She opened the door and got in.

"Didn't really think you liked our old sound love," Sheila smiled and blushed a bit. It was gratifying to know that people liked the old school sound of her band.

"It's got a great rhythm to it, feels kind of seductive," Tyler turned Sheila's face towards his, "like you baby," he then kissed her. He put the car into drive and headed down the Sunset Strip and back to Mary's.

The remainder of the drive was filled with questions of the Misfits past days. Sheila told him that everything really changed when Eric Raymond bought Misfits Music from Harvey Gabor, signed The Stingers, and then to sweeten the deal, agreed to make Riot a co-owner of the company. Then by changing the name from Misfits Music to Stinger Sound, set the stage for the final falling out of the Misfits forever. Sheila went on to talk of the millions Eric embezzled from Starlight Music, Misfits Music, and the Misfits themselves.

"Damn Sheila, you guys really got screwed big time. What I don't get is why no one checked the accounting records?"

"We couldn't verify anything at that point. Eric had the books cooked so well, that any trails that led to him were completely destroyed. They only reason he got caught was that his former thug Zipper was being bought in for questioning regarding a large over-seas bank account, with ties to his personal back account. Zipper was given leniency in exchange for the information. So basically Eric opened the account as a slush fund for his embezzled gains, and to pay for all the sabotaging of Jem and the Holograms.

"I'm at a loss for words, so not only did the Misfits suffer, Starlight Music took a financial hit as well. Fuckin unreal," Tyler just shook his head. They finally reached Mary's house. Tyler pulled into the lit driveway and kissed Sheila on the lips. As Sheila got out of the car, her bag got hooked and tore open. Her pregnancy test and flu medicine fell into plain view on her seat. Tyler picked up and looked at the small box. His jaw dropped. "You think you are?"

"Ty, I don't know. We've been having sex a lot and well…," Sheila hoped that he was not going to bail out on her.

"You let me know the minute you find out, okay?" Tyler motioned her back into the car, "Shei, even if you are pregnant, I want you to know, I am not gonna leave you," he leaned over and kissed her. "Besides, one of my former friends did that to his girlfriend, and she committed suicide."

"Well, if you left me, I'd just castrate you in your sleep," she gave him a playful wink, "but seriously it means a lot to me that you would stick around. If this test says I am, I'll get checked out at the doctors to confirm it."

"Just let me know either way Shei, and one last thing baby," Tyler looked deep into her eyes, "you are going to make a great mother."

Sheila blushed, and teared up a little, "Thank you, love, but it is not for certain. I will call you tomorrow with the results from this test," they kissed one last time before Sheila closed the door to his car. She watched him drive off, and sighed. If she was pregnant this could be another devastating blow to the bands career.

Roxanne was putting the finishing touches on her make-up. It took her some time getting use to dropping her trademark yellow/purple flame over her left eye as well as the three stripes on her right cheek and the squiggle on the left. These days it was light foundation, lavender eye shadow, red lip gloss, and mascara. She added a touch of blush to her cheeks. She looked her work over, she was stunning. Roxanne new that Chris would be enamored by her look.

Roxanne went into her room and slid out of her bath robe. Her skin had a soft glow to it. She shivered a little, her nipples perked up due to the air conditioner being on. That was one thing about LA, it got really hot in the day, and at night it seemed the same. She grabbed her black lace bra and her matching lace panties and put them on. She walked to her dresser and took out a pair of white socks, and her skin tight black jeans Chris requested she wear. Roxanne hurried to get warm, and slid her jeans on, followed by her socks. Her shirt was still in the dryer, which she went out to check on. Just as she got to the laundry room, the buzzer on the dryer timer went off, "perfect timing," Roxanne grabbed her blue Misfits shirt out of the dryer. The doorbell rang.

"Roxanne, Chris is here?" Mary yelled from the entry way.

"Shit, he'd just have to be early," she murmured under her breath, "Mar, tell him it'll be five more minutes."

"OK sexy, we don't have to hurry," Chris said standing in the laundry room doorway.

Roxanne shrieked, and ran over to him, kissing him squarely on the lips, "damn you smell good, fuck you're gonna get me all horny now," she purred in his ear, and snaked her hands to his butt and gave it a squeeze. "God, I missed you so much."

"Missed you too baby girl, spin for me, I wanna get a good look at my girl," he smile and gave her butt a quick goosing. Roxanne slowly turned around in a full 360. Chris gave her a low whistle of approval.

"You like?"

"You are absolutely ravishing, worthy of being a princess," Chris said giving her a little bow.

Roxanne could only blush at the man she'd fallen deeply for, "I can't believe that you are here," they made their way back to Roxanne's bedroom.

"As I told you Rox, Manic Deeds has that meeting with Jerrica Benton at Starlight Music. We were offered a contract at Stinger Sound, but I don't trust Mr. Llewellyn. He seems a bit too…oh what's the word?

"Sleazy," Roxanne giggled.

"That works. When we all looked over the deal, there were a lot of things we didn't agree with. I hope that Jerrica will make an offer we can't refuse. From what I have been hearing in the inner circles, she has done well for the Misfits," Chris sat on her bed as Roxanne began brushing her hair.

"It's been great, the artwork, the promo blitzes, and we're scheduled to go on the Lindsey Pierce show next week. Chris, you guys really need to sign up with Starlight Music," Roxanne finished brushing her hair and turned to look at Chris, "so what do you think?"

"Absolutely h! o! t!" Chris smiled slyly at Roxanne, "listen I know we didn't really make plans for tonight, but let's get some burgers and go sit up by the Hollywood sign," he wrapped his arm around her waist. She just nodded and melted into his body as they walked out of her room. The height difference was evident, Roxanne was only five foot six inches tall, and Chris was six foot tall.

Mary was walking up to her room when she saw the couple coming out, "well don't you two look cute together," Mary gave a friendly wink.

"Don't we?" Roxanne said coyly, "Mar, don't wait up for us."

"Yeah, I figured you'd be out for a while tonight," Mary smiled again and walked to her room and closed the door.

Roxanne noticed Sheila sitting on the couch staring out the window. She looked at Chris and mouthed "I'll be right back" to him. Chris nodded and waited by the door.

Roxanne walked into the living room and saw tears welling in her friend's eyes, "Sheila, what's wrong?"

Sheila did not move she squeezed her eyes tighter; her tears were streaming down her face. "Rox, I'm pregnant," Sheila whispered.

Roxanne felt as though she'd been kicked in the stomach. "Are you sure?"

"I took a test about fifteen minutes ago, and it said I was. I am making an appointment with my doctor tomorrow to confirm it," Sheila became very emotional and fell into Roxanne's arms. "I was so careless with Tyler, never once did I ask him to wear a rubber, and I'm not on anything."

"Sheila, you still have to get the confirmation from your doctor," she pulled Sheila back and wiped her tears, "and if you are, don't worry about a thing."

"I'm not thinking of meself, I'm thinking of the band. I'll have to quit," Sheila grabbed a tissue, dried her eyes and wiped her nose, "Tyler said I needed to call him as soon as I find out for certain. He said he is not leaving me, but that was before I even took the test. I mean he could be one of those fuck 'em and dump 'em blokes."

"Sheila, that isn't fair of you. You can't pass judgment on someone based on fear of the unknown," she looked at her friend intently, "I've heard you speak of him for a long time, and from how you have made it out…well he's a great man."

"Yeah I know Roxy, I'm just so terrified. There's a really big what if going through my head."

"Well damn girl, that'll be a short trip," Roxanne poked her friend. Sheila tried to hide her smile, but it failed.

"Rox, I hate that you made me laugh, maybe I'll feel after some sleep," she stood up and headed off to bed.

Roxanne just watched her friend head upstairs. She shook her head in disbelief, but she was gonna be there for Sheila.

"Everything alright Rox?" Chris asked quietly

"I hope so, Sheila took a pregnancy test, and it came back positive," she and Chris walked out the front door and headed to his car. "Wow, nice wheels. When did you get her?" She was staring at Chris' new fire red convertible Corvette.

"I got her about four months ago, she's all paid off. I've been saving my money for my dream car now since I was seven," he turned off the alarm and unlocked the doors. "Of course no one believed me when I said I would buy a brand new 'Vett," Chris started the engine and revved the engine a bit, "purrs like a kitten," Chris proceeded to lower the roof.

Roxanne had always wanted a convertible, but living in the snow state of Philadelphia would not have been a wise choice. The roof probably would have been slashed, or something. Chris turned on the radio and blasted, "Gimme, Gimme, Gimme." Roxanne mused to herself; she always felt that was Pizzazz theme song.

The two of them stopped at a burger joint and got their food to go. Roxanne slurped on her drink, and nibbled on a couple of fries. She fed a couple to Chris, who nibbled a bit of Roxanne's fingers, "hey careful babe, that's a horny spot," she didn't mind what he was doing, but it would not have been too comfortable to get it on in the car.

He pulled to a hill top that over looked LA, off to the left was the Hollywood sign. They got out of his car, Roxanne carried the food, while Chris went to the back and pulled out a blanket. They walked a few feet away from the car, Chris then spread out the blanket and laid on his side.

"Well, you certainly had a plan didn't you," she said kicking off her shoes and sitting on her knees while she separated the food, "Awe for fuck sake, they forgot my other burger, damn it."

"I'll split mine with you Rox, it's not a big deal," he chuckled.

"Fuck that, I want my damn burger," Roxanne said with a few fries in her mouth.

Chris could only laugh, "you know Rox, this is what I love about you. You absolutely entertain me. I have never seen anyone get that mad over not getting a burger."

Roxanne took a drink from her soda, and then let out a loud and long burp that echoed what seemed forever. "Whoa, damn that was awesome."

Chris was on his back laughing hysterically, "where did you get your manners?"

"You making' fun of me? 'Cause if you are, I'm gonna have to kick your ass."

"Oooh, I'm shakin'," he teased playfully.

Roxanne set her drink down and dove at Chris. They rolled back and forth until Roxanne was straddled on top of him, "well aren't we in a pickle Christopher Michael Johnson?"

Chris just gazed up at this beautiful woman staring back at him. He pulled her down to his lips and began a slow and deep passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined like two snakes battling for supremacy. Roxanne left several low moans escape her breath, as he kissed her even harder. Roxanne's body tingled and she felt her temperature rising higher and higher. She could tell Chris was really turned on, and began to grind on him. They both moaned again, louder this time. Chris nibbled on her lips, biting ever so gently, then biting a little bit harder. Roxanne continued grinding her hips on his buldge, which made her very wet. Chris then started nibbling on her left middle finger. It was a bit salty tasting from the fries. This drove Roxanne crazy. She sat up on him and then took off her shirt and bra. Her breasts were firm but very soft, her nipples her hard like erasers. Chris reached up and pinched her pert nipples and lightly twisted them. Roxanne quietly squealed. He then sat up a bit and began suckling on each nipple. Teasing them with is expert tongue, making little circle patterns over each sensitive one. Roxanne leaned her head back in pure pleasure, and moaning a bit louder.

Chris lifted her up and had her lie on her back next to him. He undid his jeans and left them fall a little. Roxanne looked over and could see through his boxers how aroused he'd become. She traced patterns all around his genitals, causing him to shudder. She smiled and grabbed hold of it and began slow and gentle strokes. She then slid his boxers off and wrapped her hand around it again, and let her hand glide up and down. She started with long strokes, going faster, and faster, "Oh Roxy, that's it baby," Chris moaned out. Roxanne then took it all in her mouth and moved her head back and forth. After a minute or so, Chris took off her jeans and panties, then laid her down, opening her up wide. He got down between her thighs and proceeded to lick and nibble at her genitals. She panted and bucked as his tongue snaked in and out of her body.

He then then sat up and then leaned over to kiss her deeply. She wanted him so badly right now, "Chris, take me, I want to feel you…all of you baby." Her eyes were shimmering, and her body shook from arousal. Chris positioned himself over her body, and gently pushed himself into her awaiting body. She moaned and they both began passionately grinding against each other. Every cell in Roxanne's body screamed out in pure ecstasy. Chris pushed harder and went even deeper into her body, he could tell she was close to her orgasm. He then pulled out and let her get on top. She bounced lightly, and then harder on him. She began to grind on him, and threw her head back gripping onto his legs. Chris ran his fingers down her breasts, and teased her nipples once again. Roxanne began to convulse and shake hard, as the waves of her orgasm hit with the force of a title wave. She tightened herself over him as each successive wave absorbed her body. Chris began to moan louder, he was about to explode. He quickly pulled out and let Roxy caresses and stroke. She wrapped her lips around it, and as she did, jets of warmth filled her. She stroked faster and took her mouth off it, some landed in her hair and on her face. She loved the sensations it gave her.

Finally things settled down, they held each other for a bit. A couple more minutes went by before Roxy cleaned herself up and got dressed again as did Chris, "wow baby, that was intense," she smiled and cuddled up next to him. Her heart was still racing a bit but she was too relaxed.

"You were incredible," she kissed her softly again. Chris got up and went back to his car, and opened up the glove box.

"Hey get back here mister," Roxy demanded, and stood up and had her hands on her hips.

Chris returned. "Rox, I never thought I could meet someone like you. Everything about you is all that I desire," He pulled out a small velvet covered box and got down on his right knee. He opened the box to reveal a full carat and a half diamond engagement ring, "Roxanne Michelle Pelligrini, will you marry me?

To be continued in chapter 6, The Engagement, Part 1