14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

50. Dinner? + [A/N]

Holyyy shitt we reached 50!!! Okay this is the last chapter for a while. Also side note the dinner is based on a personal experience 🥺

Nikki:

"What if they don't show up?" I asked as we got out of my black 1985 Ferrari Testarossa.

"Well, then we would be the only ones stuck with Gene and whichever girlfriend is there inside with him." She replied lacing her arm with mine as we climbed the short stairs that led to the main door of the huge mansion in Beverly Hills.

I told her we could just skip this and stay at home or go anywhere else since I will be going to Canada in two more days with John and the guys. God knows how that will go! but I don't know why; she suddenly developed a long-lost love for Gene Simmons and wanted to come here for dinner along with Axl and his girlfriend.

Ringing the doorbell we waited as I wrapped my arm around her waist. She was wearing a black skater dress. We always ensured physical contact. It was something I started to notice. I don't mean that with every second we get we were shoving our tongues down eachother's throat but more like we hold hands or side hug each other, the very least our finger tips touched if we were together. It was a nice feeling. Something indescribable. A subtle assurance that we would always hold eachother. Be there even when we were stripped out of all the charades.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you guys. I thought you wouldn't come and in fact, I was about to call your home." Gene remarked opening the door and giving the both of us a quick hug. Removing our coats he hung them at the coat stand. Well, he is being a perfect host except the doubt is for how long he will maintain this?

"Axl and Stephanie came in almost ten minutes back." He said his tone hinting a slight amount of disappointment at us being late.

"Well, they live near to you Gene. For us, it's a thirty minutes drive." Nadia answered as he took us towards the grand living room.

As we entered we spotted the other couple as they sat erect like a baseboard, head hung low and arms crossed across their chest, aww look at these perfect children.

"Guys this is my girlfriend Candace. We have been seeing each other for about..... two weeks right?" Gene asked the young girl by his side

"Yep, two weeks!" She squealed in excitement before they started making out ignoring the presence of four other people here. Amazing right?

"Can I get you guys something to drink? Oh, wait I heard you don't drink anymore?" He asked pointing at me

"No, but you guys carry on. It's fine. Really." I said politely.

He decided to get some fancy new French wine for us from his personal stash. Though I declined he did pour a glass for me telling me to drink it only if I feel like it.

Then he started talking. Mainly about Kiss and himself. This was another torturous routine I had to go through when we opened for Kiss back then. I have never in my whole 30 years of life ever seen a man who likes to talk about himself like Gene. I don't think anyone has. I mean I like Gene but I can't like him as much as he likes himself. That's impossible. All we could do as we sit here was keep nodding and agree with whatever he said. I don't even understand why anyone of us is here.

"Did you see the news? They are saying that the Soviet might fall any day from now or else they will start a war against us. I... I don't understand what. The. Hell is this Gorbachev asshole is doing!" He exclaimed. Oh, we are talking politics now?

"My mom is in Moscow," Nadia said as he spoke about the Soviet's recent attempts to bring back Lithuania into their map.

"Oh really. Why?" He asked