Nobody's Hero Chapter 10

I laid my head back on the bed, as Jon laid down beside me.

"Clover?" he whispered into my ear. "Are you feeling better?"

I didn't want to talk, so I just rolled over and looked at his baby blue eyes. I could tell that he didn't want me to be so hurt, his eyes were so cold. I took my hand and set it on his arm. It was warm to the touch, as I went up and down.

The sun was pouring in through the window, because it was about noon. I didn't want to do anything. Just sit here.

"Clover," Jon whispered. "I feel really bad."

"Don't," I said, quietly. I got closer to him as he wrapped his arms around me.

For being in the house, he dressed like he was on the road. A pair of blue leopard pants, and a ripped Harley-Davidson shirt.

I grabbed the small wolf tooth necklace gently

He kissed my forehead, and I smiled for the first time in a month since my parents had died. He looked at me before pressing his warm lips to mine. They were gentle, as if kissing a small butterfly.

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" he asked. "Krystal will be coming over in a bit with Richie."

I nodded, slowly getting up and turning the radio on. Even in these times of being said, the radio was my best friend.

"You know what, Clover?" he smiled, getting up and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I think you're perfect."

I smiled as he nuzzled his nose inbetween my neck and my shoulder. I kissed his hand and he slowly broke away as I went into the bathroom.

I still had lost all the weight, and not gained it back. It was taking a huge toll on my body. The dark circles under my eyes weren't enough to express how much sleep I had lost. It wasn't good.

I pulled an old tour t-shirt that Richie had given me awhile back from Deep Purple, and a pair of short denim ripped jeans. I slipped on an old pair of worn out cowgirl boots, and put my long hair into a curly bun.

Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me put makeup on.

"You know," he whispered, "you look beautiful without it too."

I smiled. "You really know how to make someone happy, don't you?"

"You talked!" he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and put the rest of my makeup on, but turned back to Jon. "Wait, Krystal was coming with Richie?"

"Yeah," he said, "she was going to pick him up on her way here."

"Aren't they going to get Cory too?" I asked. I hadn't actually seen Richie's friend Cory Finch for a while. He had gone to school with Richie, and was Richie's best friend, other than Jon.

"I'm not sure. But I wouldn't be suprised if he did," Jon said. "Richie will be leaving with us soon, so I'd think he'd hang out with an old friend of his."

"He better not flirt with me," I growled.

Jon laughed. "Why wouldn't any guy NOT want to?"

There was a ring at the door, as Jon slid down the creeky staircase, and landed infront of the door.

Richie walked in first, his face beet red. You could tell he had been drinking, as Krystal came in, her hair messed up, and Cory behind her as he laughed.

"Do you realize how hard it is to bring drunk Richie here?" Krystal said, her eyes full of anger towards Richie. She turned around and pointed to Cory. "You weren't much help, either!"

"What?" he laughed, almost losing his breath. "Richie, Richie, do the uncle thing!"

"NO," Krystal said, shoving Richie out of the way so she could talk to me. "Goddammit. I need a drink."

"I'll go get you one," Jon said. "Clover?"

I shook my head, and hugged Krystal. "What happened?"

"Dumbass Richie here," she pointed to him, "decided to go to a bar."

"It wasn't that bad," Cory said.

"Do you realize which bar he went to?" she said. "It was two hours away!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the drunk Richie said between laughs. "I just can't help like that a perfect bachelor like me can't help but go find love in other places!"

"In a BAR?" she said. She rolled her eyes and sunk into the sofa in the living room.

"Hi, Cory," I said.

"Hi, Kmae. It's nice seeing you again," he said. "You look perfect as always."

"Why thank you," I blushed.