u2bonogirl
Rock n' Roll Doggie ALL ACCESS
"Are you doing okay?"
Ria knew Bono could be moody, but it really seemed like something was bothering him...
"Guess so. My heads racing. Too much thought."
Moonlight was reflecting off her cheekbone and bottom lip.
Bono followed the light down her neck.
"Well if you want someone to talk to....you know."
Not wanting to pry, she leaned on the railing and enjoyed the peace. Only faint blurbs of noise escaped from the restaurant into the night air.
"Thank you" he smiled, opening his mouth like he wanted to say more.
He shut his mouth and turned away
-He looks so desperate. and very fine in the moonlight.
But thats not the point.
What is it Bono...I want to help you....-
For a while they just watched the waves crash on the bleached sandy shore below
gradually leaning in on each other
touching shoulders
"You ever come so close to having everything you want and find out you're too scared to try?"
His eyes were distant
Ria nodded.
Because of you Bono.....
"Will you stay next to me tonight, like last night."
He looked so serious
she nodded again, reaching up to brush a grain of sand from his hair.
His hand held hers there, next to his ear.
A gentle kiss landed on her palm, and he released her hand
"Bono"
She looked away, afraid of looking into those deep blue wells in his face..losing her self control.
Didn't he know what he was doing to her?
She'd barely looked back in his direction, parted her lips
"There you are. We've been looking all over. Thought you'd ducked out to avoid your part of the check"
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The door clicked shut quietly
thunderously
He went to the bathroom
She changed quietly
Soon the TV was flicked on
news
and flicked right back off
She didn't want to see herself on the screen again
Silence filled the empty space between them
-Say something you eejit, shes looking at you.-
"Um"
-Nice-
"So have you thought more about your dad? I mean, talking about it?"
-Shite, probably not the best choice-
"Y'know, before I suffer another beating tonight?"
he laughed nervously
she looked at the ceiling. plopped on her back. head on the pillow
"You really want to know or are you trying to make conversation?"
"Both"
"My dad was a marine and a decorated vet. Somehow in his years of service his brain went and they released him honorably. He was at home a lot with my mother. And well, she didnt always do everything the way he liked....and occasionally he....showed it. Usually not bad. Just a rap on the head with his cane if his drink wasnt right or something like that. Once when I was in 1st grade I let a boy pick on me and my father locked me in the closet for a day.
He was an odd one. "
She stopped. Keeping emotion out of her voice.
"Is that all?"
"After years of a smack here and there in the head my mother got weird too. Forgot things a lot. Which made him madder, and half the time he thought we were soldiers anyway....
So one day he gets really mad about a hole in his green socks and he gave her one last hit on the head. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. Hit her head on the corner of his smoking table and didn't move again.
The doctors said she had symptoms of brain damage they usually see in boxers. Prolonged minimal damage or something. Then they get hit one too many times and die. Of course my dad didn't tell them about the cane so they filed it as a stroke.
And thats it..thats the story. Not a real conversation piece."
Bono sat on the edge of the bed
He stayed silent for a minute, processing.
He looked at her face
"You never told them it was his fault?"
"No. He never lifted a finger to me before and I wasnt about to have it start a year before I got out of the house."
"You werent mad at him that your mam was dead?"
Remembering how he felt when his died struck a painful place in his heart....
"She was never a mother to me. My dad might as well have just given me away for all i cared. We just coinhabited a house...the was never any love. They never hugged me or anything like that."
The lack of emotion surprised Bono.
If she didn't care.....she wouldnt have dreams
"I had people who loved me. Its not as tragic as it sounds. There was a teacher...Jeff. He had me over a lot. Jeff was more of a father to me than anybody"
"you still talk to him?"
"No. he's dead too. cancer. I was the last person that got to see him"
Finally at loss of words, Bono stopped and leaned down on his elbow next to her on the bed.
Touched her hand....and her heart, with his eyes
She tried to push any thought out of her mind. And just be.
Be there in a moment with bono
Sleep came in heat and whispers
Breeze fluttered a curtain gently next to the bed
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"You awake?" Bono's voice sounded like gravel
"No"
"Liar"
Sunlight crept through a space between cheap drapes.
Bono turned his face towards Ria to avoid the glare.
Maybe just to stare at her
"What do you want?"
Ria smiled
"Nothing I guess"
Ria yawned and shut her eyes
"Then why are you still talking?" She smiled again
"Dont be mean. I was going to ask you something, but after the rudeness I changed my mind"
"Okay. Suit yourself"
She fluffed her pillow and rolled onto her side, peeking out of slits in her eyes just wide enough to see through.
Damn, he was looking good this morning
"You're not going to ask what it was?"
"If you don't want to ask, then neither do I"
Weight shifted on his side of the bed
"You drive me bloody crazy, woman"
More silence
Ria kept her thoughts to herself...If you must know Bono, the reason Im not communicating with you is that I cant stand another second on this bed next to you without swallowing your head in a kiss. Is that what you want to hear? I cant take this anymore! Stop it Ria...I cant. I have to get up and do something. But he'll just follow me. And I would rather be here with him...
"Sorry" Ria mumbled into her pillow "I'm good at it"
-Why is she acting so strange? Did I do something? Pretty sure I didnt....mm, shes so beautiful in the morning.
Tousled
His hand felt her shoulder tense up on contact and relax again
"Ria?"
"Yes?"
"Are you upset with me?"
Now she was looking at him with open, honest eyes
"No, why?"
"You're acting like it"
"No...no Bono, you're perfect."
She kissed his cheek
stroked it with the back of her finger
determined not to kiss him
"You're the most disastrously beautiful thing Ive ever seen"
It could have been his words
or the way his mouth moved
his voice. His eyes.
Whatever it was, it cracked a barrier around her heart so violently a sob came from deep in her chest.
Without a thought, she pulled his mouth onto hers and kissed him through a tear
so soft, and so innocent
like a childs first kiss
placing his hand on the back of her head, he savored the feeling of her lips against his.
how fresh and new it all felt
With the lines of boundary more blurred than ever, they laid side by side for another hour, silently, tangled up in each other
"Tell me something about you"
"Like what?"
"Anything. I know nothing about you"
"I'm not really that interesting"
"How can I believe you unless you tell me something? Come on, whats your birthday?"
Ria laughed, turning her head to look at Bono
"You made it famous. Come on, just guess"
"What? Was it on a sunday bloody sunday?"
He smiled
"No, but right album"
"Youre a new years baby? No way. see, thats way more exciting than my birthday."
"No, it just meant getting screwed out of presents as a kid. That and everyone being hung over the whole day."
"Okay, so it sucks a little. Whats your favorite color?"
"Black"
"Thats not a color"
"So what?"
"Good point. Do you play an instrument?"
"A few. Guitar, bass, piano, saxophone a little bit. I sing, and I can do a mean drum machine"
"Rennaissance woman! You good at guitar?"
"better than you" she grinned
"Thats not sayin much honey. But thanks all the same, maybe I'll cry now."
"You want to find anything else out or not?"
"okay okay, dont claw my eyes out. lets see, what was the first album you ever heard that made you love music?"
"You won't believe me"
"Come on, it cant be that bad"
"The Joshua Tree"
"Youre kidding"
"No. When I heard with or without you it was all over, couldnt listen to another thing for weeks. You guys were my favorite band ever since I was 10 years old. Dont let it go to your head though" she laughed, looking into his dazzling blue eyes
they were dancing at her
"Too late, my ego got too big for my own good a long time ago. did you have U2 posters?"
"Yeah, a full on freak"
Ria was getting more embarrased
Bono was getting curious
"Im gonna have to ponder that one. You never seemed that impressed with me- or us- you know. I just assumed you were a casual fan."
"I won a U2 trivia contest on the radio about a month ago"
"What were the questions?"
"lets see..what was your band name when you won CBS studio time, the controversy over the cover of achtung baby, and your's and edge's real names."
"And you got that all right?"
"Yeah, it was easy"
Bono felt even worse about knowing so little of her
"Youre cracked, love. Filling your head with shit about us. What did you win anyway?"
"a plane ticket to ireland"
"Thats how you got there?"
She nodded
"Thank God for all the nonsense in your head then"
Ria knew Bono could be moody, but it really seemed like something was bothering him...
"Guess so. My heads racing. Too much thought."
Moonlight was reflecting off her cheekbone and bottom lip.
Bono followed the light down her neck.
"Well if you want someone to talk to....you know."
Not wanting to pry, she leaned on the railing and enjoyed the peace. Only faint blurbs of noise escaped from the restaurant into the night air.
"Thank you" he smiled, opening his mouth like he wanted to say more.
He shut his mouth and turned away
-He looks so desperate. and very fine in the moonlight.
But thats not the point.
What is it Bono...I want to help you....-
For a while they just watched the waves crash on the bleached sandy shore below
gradually leaning in on each other
touching shoulders
"You ever come so close to having everything you want and find out you're too scared to try?"
His eyes were distant
Ria nodded.
Because of you Bono.....
"Will you stay next to me tonight, like last night."
He looked so serious
she nodded again, reaching up to brush a grain of sand from his hair.
His hand held hers there, next to his ear.
A gentle kiss landed on her palm, and he released her hand
"Bono"
She looked away, afraid of looking into those deep blue wells in his face..losing her self control.
Didn't he know what he was doing to her?
She'd barely looked back in his direction, parted her lips
"There you are. We've been looking all over. Thought you'd ducked out to avoid your part of the check"
-----------------------
The door clicked shut quietly
thunderously
He went to the bathroom
She changed quietly
Soon the TV was flicked on
news
and flicked right back off
She didn't want to see herself on the screen again
Silence filled the empty space between them
-Say something you eejit, shes looking at you.-
"Um"
-Nice-
"So have you thought more about your dad? I mean, talking about it?"
-Shite, probably not the best choice-
"Y'know, before I suffer another beating tonight?"
he laughed nervously
she looked at the ceiling. plopped on her back. head on the pillow
"You really want to know or are you trying to make conversation?"
"Both"
"My dad was a marine and a decorated vet. Somehow in his years of service his brain went and they released him honorably. He was at home a lot with my mother. And well, she didnt always do everything the way he liked....and occasionally he....showed it. Usually not bad. Just a rap on the head with his cane if his drink wasnt right or something like that. Once when I was in 1st grade I let a boy pick on me and my father locked me in the closet for a day.
He was an odd one. "
She stopped. Keeping emotion out of her voice.
"Is that all?"
"After years of a smack here and there in the head my mother got weird too. Forgot things a lot. Which made him madder, and half the time he thought we were soldiers anyway....
So one day he gets really mad about a hole in his green socks and he gave her one last hit on the head. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. Hit her head on the corner of his smoking table and didn't move again.
The doctors said she had symptoms of brain damage they usually see in boxers. Prolonged minimal damage or something. Then they get hit one too many times and die. Of course my dad didn't tell them about the cane so they filed it as a stroke.
And thats it..thats the story. Not a real conversation piece."
Bono sat on the edge of the bed
He stayed silent for a minute, processing.
He looked at her face
"You never told them it was his fault?"
"No. He never lifted a finger to me before and I wasnt about to have it start a year before I got out of the house."
"You werent mad at him that your mam was dead?"
Remembering how he felt when his died struck a painful place in his heart....
"She was never a mother to me. My dad might as well have just given me away for all i cared. We just coinhabited a house...the was never any love. They never hugged me or anything like that."
The lack of emotion surprised Bono.
If she didn't care.....she wouldnt have dreams
"I had people who loved me. Its not as tragic as it sounds. There was a teacher...Jeff. He had me over a lot. Jeff was more of a father to me than anybody"
"you still talk to him?"
"No. he's dead too. cancer. I was the last person that got to see him"
Finally at loss of words, Bono stopped and leaned down on his elbow next to her on the bed.
Touched her hand....and her heart, with his eyes
She tried to push any thought out of her mind. And just be.
Be there in a moment with bono
Sleep came in heat and whispers
Breeze fluttered a curtain gently next to the bed
--------------------
"You awake?" Bono's voice sounded like gravel
"No"
"Liar"
Sunlight crept through a space between cheap drapes.
Bono turned his face towards Ria to avoid the glare.
Maybe just to stare at her
"What do you want?"
Ria smiled
"Nothing I guess"
Ria yawned and shut her eyes
"Then why are you still talking?" She smiled again
"Dont be mean. I was going to ask you something, but after the rudeness I changed my mind"
"Okay. Suit yourself"
She fluffed her pillow and rolled onto her side, peeking out of slits in her eyes just wide enough to see through.
Damn, he was looking good this morning
"You're not going to ask what it was?"
"If you don't want to ask, then neither do I"
Weight shifted on his side of the bed
"You drive me bloody crazy, woman"
More silence
Ria kept her thoughts to herself...If you must know Bono, the reason Im not communicating with you is that I cant stand another second on this bed next to you without swallowing your head in a kiss. Is that what you want to hear? I cant take this anymore! Stop it Ria...I cant. I have to get up and do something. But he'll just follow me. And I would rather be here with him...
"Sorry" Ria mumbled into her pillow "I'm good at it"
-Why is she acting so strange? Did I do something? Pretty sure I didnt....mm, shes so beautiful in the morning.
Tousled
His hand felt her shoulder tense up on contact and relax again
"Ria?"
"Yes?"
"Are you upset with me?"
Now she was looking at him with open, honest eyes
"No, why?"
"You're acting like it"
"No...no Bono, you're perfect."
She kissed his cheek
stroked it with the back of her finger
determined not to kiss him
"You're the most disastrously beautiful thing Ive ever seen"
It could have been his words
or the way his mouth moved
his voice. His eyes.
Whatever it was, it cracked a barrier around her heart so violently a sob came from deep in her chest.
Without a thought, she pulled his mouth onto hers and kissed him through a tear
so soft, and so innocent
like a childs first kiss
placing his hand on the back of her head, he savored the feeling of her lips against his.
how fresh and new it all felt
With the lines of boundary more blurred than ever, they laid side by side for another hour, silently, tangled up in each other
"Tell me something about you"
"Like what?"
"Anything. I know nothing about you"
"I'm not really that interesting"
"How can I believe you unless you tell me something? Come on, whats your birthday?"
Ria laughed, turning her head to look at Bono
"You made it famous. Come on, just guess"
"What? Was it on a sunday bloody sunday?"
He smiled
"No, but right album"
"Youre a new years baby? No way. see, thats way more exciting than my birthday."
"No, it just meant getting screwed out of presents as a kid. That and everyone being hung over the whole day."
"Okay, so it sucks a little. Whats your favorite color?"
"Black"
"Thats not a color"
"So what?"
"Good point. Do you play an instrument?"
"A few. Guitar, bass, piano, saxophone a little bit. I sing, and I can do a mean drum machine"
"Rennaissance woman! You good at guitar?"
"better than you" she grinned
"Thats not sayin much honey. But thanks all the same, maybe I'll cry now."
"You want to find anything else out or not?"
"okay okay, dont claw my eyes out. lets see, what was the first album you ever heard that made you love music?"
"You won't believe me"
"Come on, it cant be that bad"
"The Joshua Tree"
"Youre kidding"
"No. When I heard with or without you it was all over, couldnt listen to another thing for weeks. You guys were my favorite band ever since I was 10 years old. Dont let it go to your head though" she laughed, looking into his dazzling blue eyes
they were dancing at her
"Too late, my ego got too big for my own good a long time ago. did you have U2 posters?"
"Yeah, a full on freak"
Ria was getting more embarrased
Bono was getting curious
"Im gonna have to ponder that one. You never seemed that impressed with me- or us- you know. I just assumed you were a casual fan."
"I won a U2 trivia contest on the radio about a month ago"
"What were the questions?"
"lets see..what was your band name when you won CBS studio time, the controversy over the cover of achtung baby, and your's and edge's real names."
"And you got that all right?"
"Yeah, it was easy"
Bono felt even worse about knowing so little of her
"Youre cracked, love. Filling your head with shit about us. What did you win anyway?"
"a plane ticket to ireland"
"Thats how you got there?"
She nodded
"Thank God for all the nonsense in your head then"
