Chapter Five

The Next Morning...

Sunlight from the window hit my face, waking me up. What the hell happened last night? Where was I? My thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing between my legs, and then I remembered...I remembered everything. I knew where I was again. It all came to me now.

I lifted myself from the bed. My body was aching like crazy! It hurt to move any muscles. "Ow, ow, ow..." I waddled myself to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the clean mirror. God, I looked terrible. I felt the dirty smudge of my makeup. The mascara had run all the way down my face from all the tears I shed last night when Johnny...

Ever since last night, I felt like a different person now. I wasn't too much of a fangirl anymore, or a groupie, really. That's kind of what I was last night, whether or not I was willing to admit such a thing. But honestly...I saw Johnny as just another man.

A special one to me, but just as normal. He'd quieted, killed the obsessive part of me last night, which I was glad for. I needed that awakening. Johnny was human, yes, but...he was a Ramone! And I lost my virginity to him last night. That was a pretty big deal to me. I could only imagine what my friends would say if I told them. Should I? Any last remains of feeling like a little girl left me completely, and I'd never feel that way again. I was a woman now.

I walked over to the bedroom to see him still asleep. He honestly looked very sweet. He was lying stomach up, his hair (for once) out of his face. I could see his fierce brown eyebrows that I adored so much. His mouth was slightly open, and his chest was halfway visible under the covers. I still couldn't fathom how hairy he was. His chest hair reminded me of the night before, and I smiled. Johnny was a pretty quiet sleeper, I noticed. He didn't make a sound.

I went over to the side of the bed, and sat by him, just watching him. Call me a stalker or whatever you will, but it was a nice thing to look at. After all those times of watching him through a television screen and playing live, always seeing him while he was active and awake...it was really nice to see him asleep. He looked so peaceful, like nothing in the world could disturb him. I couldn't help but to sigh at him and smile. Johnny was so pretty. He was so so beautiful. It seemed as if I were the only person in the world (other than his mom) who felt this way...everyone else felt a bit differently than I did. I think the way he was around others was only his outside shell, an act. The poor man was suffering, I could see it all in his eyes. He suffered daily, holding up the personality that everyone knew him by. He had to be rude, he had to be obnoxious, impolite...it was what grew on him, and it was what people were used to seeing. Johnny Ramone. Ah, yes. Quite an asshole of a guy.

I played with some strands of his hair as he slept. I don't think he felt a thing. I began humming softly and touched his cheek. Underneath everything, he was a good guy, just very misguided. No one was born evil, and Johnny certainly wasn't. He was just a man with too much pride than he should have had, that's all.

A soft moan. He was waking up..."Good morning, sleepyhead." I chuckled.

Johnny swallowed, his adam's apple moving vigorously. Could he ever do one thing without turning me on? Damn, it was fucking annoying what he did to me. "Hey, Angie." He squinted his eyes once, then opened them slowly. Once he looked me in the eyes, he smiled. "Oh man, you're such a beauty to look at."

I blushed. "Not really. I'm no Brooke Shields."

He looked confused and sat up. "Who's that?"

I laughed. "Nah, forget it. She's this celebrity, but...yeah. Anyways, how did you sleep?"

Johnny yawned. "Pretty good. I'm hungry though."

"I can run out to a store and buy some food-"

"No, no. It's alright. I've got some granola bars in our tour van." He pulled the covers off him. "And I hid 'em, so Mark can't eat them again. Stupid shithead..."

"Hey, that's mean. Don't call Marky that." I waved my index finger at him like his mother would (or wouldn't).

Johnny laughed, his beautiful teeth showing. "Whaaat? He always eats them. Then I'm left to starve the whole ride." He stopped smiling, and looked down at the floor.

I walked up to him. "Everything alright, John?"

He shrugged and drew me closer to him, putting my head on his chest. "I uh...just wish you could come with me. I'll miss you."

I looked up at him. His green eyes tore me apart. "Me too. I wish you could stay with me forever..."