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Date Posted: 22:58:26 11/16/03 Sun
Handing me a check he explained it was for the damage done to my front lawn at the hands of Crash Bandicoot Dave. One look at the amount and I began to protest. It was for way more than it would cost to cover the damage but Richie cut me off saying the band had decided on the amount they wanted to give me and to please accept it from them. I reluctantly agreed, thanked them, and tucked it into my back pocket.
Leaning in Richie kissed me on the cheek. “That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. Turning to Robert he shook his hand, told him how nice it was to meet him. “Robert, right?” he asked. Returning the gesture Robert responded, “ yeah, that’s my formal name, Robert Patrick Samara. I prefer Rickie, nice to meet you” he smiled back. Acknowledging his preference Richie turned his attention back to me. “We need to get going baby, I’ll call you in a day or two” Another goodbye kiss and they were quickly on their way back to Jersey.
Waving as the drove off I smile. “ See, I told you Richie and you could pass as twins!” Laughing he remained unconvinced as he offered once again to lend me hand with the clean up.
The afternoon soon past, dirty and sweaty I finally called it quits. “We’re loosing the light and quite frankly I’m rather sick at the smell animating from me.” Rickie nodded his head laughing. “Yeah, I’ve got that same problem.” We both laughed at our mutual odor problem and started walking back to the house. Laying my hand on his arm I stopped him, turning he looked down at me with those chocolate brown eyes and raised his eyebrow and drawled, “Yes?” Feeling a bit lost from the gaze in his eyes I stammered, “Look, I…You’ve.” Taking a deep breathe I spurt out “You’ve helped more than you will ever know today and I would like to repay you by cooking you dinner tonight.” Smiling he considers my offer for a moment “I accept but I REALLY need to clean up first. If you don’t mind loaning me your car, so I can that is, and I can return your car when I come back.”
“Oh, that’s not a problem.” I tell him and run to the house to get my car keys for him. Grabbing the keys off the hook in the kitchen I marvel at what my life had become in such few short days. First meeting Bon Jovi, hitting it off so well with Richie, the destruction of my greenhouse and now Rickie. When it rains it defiantly pours! No dating for the year and poof two gorgeous men at the same time. Yep when it rains it pours! Hurrying back I toss the keys, “Catch!” Catching the keys Rickie follows me to my battered Beetle. “She’s old, but she’ll get you there and back.” Rickie looked at the car and then me, “I knew! Knew you would have a battered old VW, it fits.”
“Hey! Don’t diss my baby! I’ve had her for 15 years and she still runs like a rat!” I jump defending my car.
“I’m not dissing , just observing.” He teases as he crawls behind the wheel. Starting the car he rolls the window down and leans out, “In the immortal words of Arnold….I’ll be back!” Laughing I watch him drive away. With a smile on my face I walk to the house.
I go inside an immediately head for the shower. Turning the water as hot as I can stand it I stay in there for quite a while. Stepping out I am drying off when I hear voices from downstairs. I dressed quickly trying to figure out who could be there as I hadn't been expecting anyone and Rickie wouldn't be back for at least half an hour. I knew I hadn't been in the shower that long as I still had hot water.
Going down the stairs I am amazed to find.......
Lani standing at the door arguing with a crowd of reporters who had converged on my front door step after following her from her home in search of Bon Jovi. Watching her struggle to close the door, I ran over giving it a firm shove, slamming it shut in their faces.
Lani and I escape to the kitchen away from the loud voices pleading with us to come out and talk. We tried to make sense of all that was going on but only managed to frighten ourselves. We calmed ourselves down and made plans to wait it out. After what seemed like an eternity and a cup of coffee the noise outside my front door quieted down but was replace by the sound of my bug pulling into the drive.
“Oh my god! Lani, quick to the front door! I totally forgot Rickie was coming back for dinner!” We rush to the door to greet Rickie, but the sight we saw taking place on the front lawn left us dumbfounded.
Pulling into the driveway confusion washes over Rickie at the sight of so many people. “What the hell? d**n, Lissa I didn’t expect a party just dinner!” he talks to himself. Getting out of the car he stares at the mob wondering how he was going to weed his way through them to the door. Hearing the car door shut one female reporter looks over to see which one of her colleagues had just arrived. Seeing Rickie she mistakes him for Richie and announces to her fellow reporters, “He’s here! Richie Sambora is here!” She quickly runs towards Rickie determined to get her questions answered before the mob around her. Heads turn at her statement and she is followed by the mob. Rickie soon finds himself the center of attention with a questions flying at him from more directions than he can handle.
“Richie!! Is this your new girlfriend? What’s her name?”
“Richie! How long have you two been together?”
“How is this going to affect the tour?”
“Is it true that Bon Jovi spent the weekend here?”
“Richie! Where’s the other band members? Are they arriving later?”
Baffled by all the questions and anxious to get into the house Rickie pushes his way though the mob repeating constantly, “I’m not Richie.” No one seemed to hear much less believe him and the questions continued to slam into him. Shoving and pushing the reporters aside he finally manages to reach the front door as it opens. Grabbing his arms Lani and I pull him inside while pushing the reporters back. The three of us push against the tide of reporters and succeed in closing the door. Creating a barrier between them and us.
Lani stares at Rickie then back to Lissa “Ok. What gives?” Without missing a beat Rickie answers before I can even open my mouth. “I’m not Richie Sambora. Lissa tells me that I look like him, but after meeting him earlier I can’t say that I see any resemblance.” With a grin a mile wide Lani corrects him, “Bubba, I hate to bust your bubble but you are so wrong its not even funny. You could be Richie’s twin! No doubt about it! No wonder those animals out there mob ya.” Laughing at her Bubba comment we all head for the kitchen.
“Now that we are away from the masses at the front door, would one of you care to explain how you met?” Lani asks as she makes coffee.
Rickie and I quickly fill her in on what had transpired earlier, including Richie showing up with a check. Lani gave me a quizzical look at that one since she knew how the weekend had been spent. I just shrugged my shoulders. Soon the three of us were enjoying some coffee and chatting while I started preparations for dinner. Lani and Rickie seemed to hit it off quite well and he had a great sense of humor. Just like, well, just like Richie. I shook my head in confusion trying to figure this one out. Nope, still confused so obviously I had to shake harder next time.
Lani went to the window and saw that there were still some reporters hanging around outside. She invited herself to dinner which made me feel better as I still wasn't too sure about anything.
Rickie went to use the bathroom and Lani asked me what I was doing with the Memorex twin and I said.....
I was still trying to get over how much he looks, acts, talks and everything else like Richie to decide what to do with him. Laughing we shared a few comments on his gorgeous features.
As he entered the kitchen once again and slid down in the chair, I quickly changed the subject and started discussing with Lani who she thought might be my best bet to hire for the rebuild my greenhouse.
Opening her mouth to respond, Rickie blurted over her with a smile as I sat the bowls of food on the table.
"That would me! Not only am I man of nature, I'm a horticulturist and can build the best conservatory your little heart could desire, not to mention new to this area and need a job! Well, am I hired or not?" he said with a toothy grin followed by a wink.
Lani's mouth closed and instantly she was giving me this look that said...
Girl, watch what you are doing, don't get burned.
I told him I would think about it with a smile and we continued eating. Lani and I managed to keep the conversation simple and asked Rickie a bit about himself.
He said he was from Kansas, the land of Oz, and had done just about everything figuring self-education was the best route in life for him. He was one of 8 kids. Lani piped up asking if he had any brothers at that comment.
We all shared a laugh at that and Lani and I started clearing dishes away to make room for dessert. It was when I was starting a pot of coffee to go with it that.....
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