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The following is a work of fiction. Characters, names, situations, events, and locations described in this novel are purely the invention of the author's mind, or are used fictitiously. Any sort of resemblance to people - living or dead, names and locations is purely coincidental. This story is copyrighted and cannot be taken or displayed without the permission of the author.
A story by: Mango And Mojo It must have been fate that night. I had to go to the grocery store to get a few things. It was so crowded. It was so chaotic. I walked down an aisle that nobody was in to get away from all the noise. I accidentally knocked over a box of cereal. I bent to pick it up when a hand touched mine. I looked up into the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. My brain could not distinguish between reality and fantasy. It was JON! He said, “Funny meeting you here. When did you get to New Jersey”? “I'm visiting relatives, actually.” I said. “Have you had dinner yet”? “No, why”? Anticipating his reply. “Wanna go grab a bite to eat”? His eyes widening with a smile. “Sure sounds good”, I said, my heart racing. We just looked at each other and at the exact same moment we both said, “Chicken sounds good”! So we left the store and he drove us to this Chinese restaurant. We were seated at a table for two with red velour seats. There was a candle in the middle of the table; it was so romantic! The candlelight sparkled in his eyes. A waiter came over and took our order. Jon ordered us a bottle of white wine. After a few minutes of light conversation, our food arrived. We looked at each other, laughing, and pushed our forks around on our plates trying to identify what we were eating. I poked at a piece of food and said, “I wonder what this is”? He said, “I don't know”, and smiled. “It looks like octopus”, I said. “It probably is”, he said and laughed. We ate and talked for awhile. Then, we started hearing whispering all around us. Things like, “It's him, can you believe it”? So, he said, “Maybe we should go”. I said, “Where”? And he said, “I know a place, if you got the time”. He drove us to The Stone Pony in his black Dodge Viper. He said, “We won't be bothered here”. He ordered us margaritas and he said to me, “I have it on good authority that you like strawberry margarita's. “How did you know”? “I read all your letters you sent”, he smiled. We talked for awhile. He mentioned the new album and tour coming up. I made him promise to come to Kentucky and he said it was already on the itinerary. He knew that we had been waiting for him to come. He asked if there was anything I wanted to hear on the jukebox and I said, “It doesn't really matter”. He walked over and put a quarter in and turned and grinned. He asked, “Do you want to dance”? I said, “Absolutely”! “Thank You for Loving Me” came on, but without the words. He sang them himself. My legs were so wobbly he practically had to hold me up. After the song ended, he kissed me. Just like he does at his concerts when he kisses a fan during “Bed of Roses”, only it was longer. After the dance he asked if I wanted to go to his house to see Sanctuary II. “I would love to”, I answered with as much enthusiasm as possible. We arrived at his home about a half an hour later. The house was deserted and quiet. He took my hand and helped me out of the car. We stopped at his “pub” before going downstairs. “I want you to try something”, he said. “It's one of my favorites”. I watched him as he mixed the ingredients for a Muff Dive. You could tell he knew what he was doing. We took our drinks and headed to Sanctuary II. When we walked into the room I said, “So, this is where all the magic happens”. He said, “This is where the magic happens tonight”! He wrapped his arm around me and gave me a tour of the studio. I asked him to play “Always” on his Acoustic guitar. I sat down on a large blue sofa as he grabbed his guitar. As he started to sing, tears rolled down my face. He looked up and saw me crying. He laid the guitar down and walked over and sat down. “Why are you crying?” he asked. “That was so beautiful”, I answered with a shaky voice. He took his hand and cupped my face. With his thumb he wiped away a tear. He leaned in and softly touched his lips to mine. He stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into another room, not once taking his eyes off mine. Inside the room was an entertainment stand, with all the luxuries. It had a CD player, a turntable, television, DVD and VCR. The peach colored walls were decorated with beautiful paintings, some of Tico's I'm sure, and the lights were dimmed perfectly. There were several oversized pillows in front of the fireplace. He walked over and turned on the CD player. He reached for a CD out of one of the cabinets. As he opened it, he turned around and shot me a sexy look. He put the CD in the player. “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding started playing. He sat down on the pillows and his eyes drew me to him. Those beautiful, blue eyes, that gorgeous hair, those soft lips, and tanned muscular arms. He was right, the magic did happen that night! Over and Over and Over! When I woke up in the morning, I looked over at Jon and he was still asleep. The sun was shining through the parted curtains on his hair and face, softening his angelic features. I took my hand and touched his face to make sure it all hadn't been a dream. He opened his eyes and smiled. “It wasn't a dream,” he whispered, reassuring himself. I told him I had to go. He drove me back to the store to get my abandoned car. He kissed me lovingly and said, “I'll call you, soon” and walked away. |