Chapter 3

Richie arrived about 15 minutes later. As Obie opened the door he saw Jon hunched over his laptop. His brow arched as he started towards his friend.

"Well fuck, why did you call me to see you work? That's just boring!" He glanced down at the laptop. "Some new wrinkle in the tour ? So what’s got your underwear in a bunch?"

Richie peaked over his shoulder and felt a laugh winding towards his throat. "A fan site? Whatcha doin’ on a fan site? That's so not like you bro."

Jon snorted and clicked into a thread; "Capture the moment naughty, scrolled for a second until a huge picture of Richie in way too tight old jeans came into view. "Not just a typical fan site bro."

Richie leaned over, his eyes encountering a picture that had to have been taken in the very early 90’s at least. "Where the fuck they get that one ? What the fuck does that say? Who the fuck is samborangel? When did I have a boner for her? What the fuck? "

Jon started to laugh. "Keep reading buddy, and trust me, this is the MILD stuff."

"Shit man this one here wants to,” he paused and snorted as a visual started playing out in his mind. “I stand corrected maybe they are dirtier than me, " Richie chuckled.

"That’s Just one thread Bro." Jon shook his head. "They write stories too."

"Stories? What kinda stories?” Richie’s interest was quickly rising. "Show me." Richie pulled up a chair next to Jon, leaning in to view the screen.

"You got a laptop dickhead. I'll mail ya the link." Jon twisted in his chair. "You gotta experience it all, even the shit they call skins man."

"Skins, what's that? "

Jon's hand rose to point to the images in the background. "THAT is what they call skin."

"Oh ok, well shit man mail me the link. Be right back. " Richie stood and strolled out of the hotel room door and into his room to grab his laptop. Shouldering the case he went back to Jon’s room and set up quickly. He just had to see more of this shit. Opening his email he grinned to see the email from Jon. Opening the mail quickly he clicked the link inside.

Jon pushed backwards and moved to the window. He wasn't normally thrilled with the few fan sites he'd seen over time, but even with the naughty crap and stories he was too honest to just shoot it down. Being an honest man, he had to admit that whoever had built this place had an obvious love of the band. "Lotta effort and talent in that site."

Richie watched as the page started loading. It was bright and in color’s he could see. Fuck he always had liked purple. Jon was right, the effort someone had put into this was amazing. He scrolled down to check the site stats and shook his head. Site's been around 2 plus years? That alone is a feat in itself. He had checked out other sites before, just because he had been bored but this one definitely had promise.

Scrolling back up he found the link and clicked register.

"Yea man got any ideas what name to use? " Richie asked

Jon shrugged, "go look at the memberlist. Fuck if you couldn’t register as yourself and no one ever know."

Richie glanced through the members list and chuckled. Every possible way to use his name on there. Thinking for a moment on what name to use, it finally hit him. He leaned in, tapping his fingers on the keys, then clicked create account and waited for his activation email.

He took a moment to glance over at Jon, who was intently studying something on the screen. "You’ve grown quiet man, whatcha reading? "

Jon's head jerked up as he muttered, "I didn't think anyone could .. Can that position be done?" He took a deep breath and started to laugh. "Man you do not wanna know."

"Yea I do, damn activation key is taking forever, " Richie muttered.

Jon muttered, "Check the junk folder Bro." He clicked through to the next page then shoved away from the computer. "I'll be back in a minute." I need a fuckin' cold shower.

He started towards the bathroom in his suite muttering. "It's too realistic, fuck... I wonder how they know?"