Part 3

JAYDEN'S NOTE: I'd like to dedicate this part to the beautiful webmistress of this site and Jonathan Davis's Bible. Thanx for puttin' up my stories even though I thought they sucked. Oh, and to all my cyber buddies! Hugs and kisses to all of you!

Two weeks later...

"YO!" exclaimed Paige, slamming his hand down on the table. Jon quietly gasped as he looked to see who made the noise. Paige's smiling face made him calm down and Jay crept up behind Jay and smiled himself. "And, how many eons has it been since we last saw you?" jested Jay, sitting down in the booth across from Jonathan. "I dunno. I forgot?" chuckled Jonathan. They all laughed. They had nothing to worry about, Jonathan thought, Their relationship isn't on the rocks. "Anyways..." said Paige, lowering his head, "We heard about what happened between you and Renee. You all right?" Jonathan shrugged, "I don't know how to feel right anymore." Jay's cell phone rung and he fumbled it out of his "man bag." He clicked on "send" and left the booth so he wouldn't interrupt more than he already was. Paige and Jonathan talked for a half hour, but smiles had to fade sooner or later. Two out of the five of his Orgy friends had to go make arrangements for their follow-up CD to "Candyass." Again, he was alone. He hated that feeling. At a quarter to three, Jonathan paid the bill, tipped the waitress and left.

Brian screeched to a sharp halt as he pulled up to the restaurant in his brand new, silver Jag. His honey-dipped twists flew in front of his face, hitting him, but he was surprised he could control the humongous car. Jonathan opened the door, climbed in and Brian started the car again and drove to Jonathan's house. Everything was deathly quiet and being the spunky spirit he was, Brian decided to break it.

"What did the fags want now?" jested Brian, stopping at the stoplight. The car vibrated underneath them. "They just wanted to talk and they're not fags, Brian." corrected Jonathan. "Sorry, man. I just needed to brighten the mood somehow. You've been more depressed lately..." began Brian, glancing shortly over. He heaved a sigh and scratched his head. "I can't believe that I destroyed my marriage. After all the tears, the smiles, the heartaches, the pain, the birth of Nathan, his first birthday, his first words... and there I had to be stubborn and throw it all down the drain!" sniffled Jonathan, wiping a tear away. "Dude, don't blame yourself. Every rockstar goes through the same thing. You just...get a little weak once you see the naked flesh of a woman... every man gets TEMPTED." reassured Brian, pressing his foot against the gas pedal. Jonathan looked at his friend and couldn't believe how reassuring he always managed to be, but somehow, it just wasn't enough. Through the ride home, Jonathan mixed and remixed lyrics to an untitled song. Finally, it all came together... And it goes a little something like this...

YOUR FEELINGS, I CAN'T HELP BUT RAPE THEM. I'M SORRY. I DON'T FEEL THE SAME... I'M SORRY! I JUST THREW YOU AWAY!!

THE END

Thank you very much to Jayden for allowing me to put her story on my web site!  Love ya, girl!!  =)