𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 彡 [s. adler] [✔]

𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤!

Nikki Sixx meant everything to Valencia. When she met him for the first time back in '81, the bassist was optimistic about creating his own kick-ass band—well, not even creating, more like drawing attention to his upcoming band. With his new drummer by his side, the world was Nikki's oyster and he was going to go all the way and fight to be at the top of it all. Everything he had ever wanted was sure to come true. And it did. And while it did, Valencia Bass sat in the background and watched it all unfold. She watched Mötley Crüe find its straggling members and she also witnessed her brother's enthusiasm.

Through it all, Nikki never saw her as anything more than a person who would accompany Tommy to band practice. It wasn't until she turned seventeen that the bassist slowly started seeing something in her. No, it wasn't romance. There never was any real love between them. Not even a sibling type of love, but there was something that neither of them could put their fingers on. They cared for each other in a way that wasn't romantic or overly platonic to the point where they considered themselves best friends. They bonded over the fact that both of them had been doubted by someone in their life. For Nikki, it was his bitch of a mother and for Valencia, it was her cousin who was married to some cushy lawyer. Valencia's cousin always pegged her to be some no-good rebel who would end up in jail by her early thirties. Valencia hated that bitch with all her heart and soul.

And with those two experiences in their respective minds, Valencia and Nikki felt like they owed each other. They weren't sure what it was exactly that they owed, but there was something there. But for Valencia, it was painful to witness Nikki nowadays. The bassist was way in over his head whilst going down a dangerous road of drug use and heartache. Nikki looked worse and worse each time Valencia saw him which was exactly why she made it a goal to avoid him more and more. The brunette's heart couldn't possibly take all that hurt and pity. Nikki just wasn't the same kid anymore and whenever Valencia thought about that, she wondered if Steven would end up like that as well. Valencia didn't want to imagine that happening. Ever.

"You're gonna fucking die if you keep this up. Don't pretend like you have it all under control. I know a crumbling man when I see one," Valencia said out of nowhere when she finished taking a sip of her lemonade. The glass containing the beverage was hurriedly slammed back down on the table since Valencia was having a hard time controlling her emotions at that moment. Sitting across from the man in question was harder than it seemed. He looked halfway dead—there was no other way to put it: he was a dead man walking. As sad as it was, the truth was inevitable. The slightly agitated expression on Nikki's face made Valencia want to lean over the table and smack the guy. She was merely trying to offer assistance.

"Get off my back, Val! Just leave it alone. Better yet, leave me alone!" Nikki expressed his hatred for the girl's words with a roll of his eyes and a bitter sip of his beer—the last sip actually. The bottle was empty as he put it down and he waved to a waitress to bring him another. The waitress seemed to blush at the fact that a famous hot guy actually interacted with her. Valencia watched the whole thing and feigned confusion when she turned back to Nikki. But she knew what was going on. The girl was anything but naïve by this point.