Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

Looks That Kill

Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics used in this chapter.

"Nikki, where are we going?" I demanded, my tone was monotonous as I busied myself by fiddling with the radio in his car.

"I can't tell you. It's a surprise," Nikki wiggled his eye brows at me as though the movement would excite me. If anything, it kinda' creeped me out.

"I hate surprises," I mumbled to myself, finally settling on a station that was playing Poison's "Talk Dirty To Me".

"And I hate Poison, but you don't see me changing the station, now do ya'?" Nikki teased, glancing into the rear view mirror as he spoke.

I snorted. "Why do you hate them? Do you even know them?"

"I've seen 'em around. Bret is cool," Nikki said with a nod, switching on his left blinker before making a quick turn. "They're nothing special."

I rolled my eyes and pointed a finger at the radio. "You can't deny that this is a good song."

Nikki simply smiled and nodded, probably choosing to go with the "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" route on this one. I, however, refused to let him ruin this song for me, or Poison for that matter.

Quickly, before he could slap my hand away, I turned the volume up until the car was practically pulsing from the sound. I then began to sing along, screaming at the top of my lungs so Nikki could hear me sing right along with Bret.

"At the drive in,

In the old man's Ford.

Behind the bushes,

Til I'm screamin' for more.

Down in the basement,

Lock the cellar door,

And baby...

Talk dirty to me!"

Nikki slammed the brakes and quickly put the car into park, lurching me forward by doing so. Before the second verse could start up, Nikki ripped his keys from the ignition.

"Nikki!" I gasped, slapping his arm. "What the hell?"

"We're here," he announced cheerfully, acting as though he hadn't just nearly thrown me through the windshield. I watched him ease out of the front seat and slam the door.

"'We' are not here!" I spat at him. "Actually, I'm pretty sure, you just ripped my soul out of my body and left it somewhere on the asphalt! What on earth made you brake like that?"

It was then that I realized that we were parked in a driveway with three other really nice cars parked around us. The driveway led up to a mansion, and I noticed lights were shimmering through the windows. The faint sounds of drums and a guitar being played could be heard from where we were standing.

"Ta-da! We're at Tommy's house," Nikki held up his hands as if he expected me to get excited at the sight of jazz hands. Needless to say, I was as unimpressed by his antics as ever.

"I hate you," I grumbled, shooting him a dirty look and crossing my arms over my chest.

As I had expected, my words only managed to make Nikki laugh and soon, he was walking up the driveway and towards the house, laughing the whole way.

Why hadn't I picked Mick? I pondered silently to myself. He would've been much less of a handful....

"Why is our date at Tommy's house?" I asked, once I'd finally caught up to Nikki. I had to admit, I was a tad disappointed that we weren't actually going somewhere special.