The Tickets (Nikki Sixx)

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A yawn escaped your lips as your eyelids fluttered open. You pulled the thick black comforter up around your chin, getting ready to dose off again. Just as you were about to fall asleep aloud thud came from downstairs. Nervously you slipped out of bed and pulled a thick sweater over your shivering body. Tiptoeing to the stairs the aroma of pancakes and sausages filled your nostrils.'Wait how did he get in here?' you asked yourself, stifling a chuckle. As quietly as you could you descended the stairs and peeked around the doorway into the kitchen.

The sight of your boyfriend Nikki Sixx trying (keyword is trying) to cook pancakes made you clap a hand over your mouth.

"Oh shit! How are you being so difficult?" Nikki scolded the pancakes.

Smiling you watched him flip the suspiciously dark pancakes. He wore his typical leather pants and a ripped Aerosmith shirt. He had teased his thick black hair into a large poof.

A giant cloud of smoke was now billowing out of the oven. Grabbing the kitchen mittens Nikki sped over to the oven door and yanked it open. He pulled out a tray of burnt sausages.

"Can I help you, Nikki?" you asked smiling as you stepped through the doorway.

"Hi, babe. This was supposed to be a surprise. I thought we could have breakfast and after decorating the place for Christma," he said, sighing with frustration.

"That sounds fun!"

"If only breakfast turned out," Nikki said glaring at the pancakes as if it was their fault everything was burnt.

"Don't worry about breakfast. It smells really good," you said standing on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on your boyfriend's lips.

"Your such a bad liar Y/N," he answered, chuckling. "Do you have anything we can eat?"

"Yeah, I have a box of oatmeal cookies. Go sit in the living room, I'll be there in a minute."

"Yes ma'am," he said sending you a cheeky grin.

You grabbed the box of cookies and poured two glasses of eggnog. To be extra festive you sprinkled cinnamon on top of the creamy liquid and hurried into the living room. But when you stepped into the living room Nikki wasn't there.

"Nikki? Where are you?" you called setting the glasses and cookies onto the wooden, coffee table. Just when you were about to turn, hands slipped over your eyes.

"Oh my god, Nikki! You scared me," you gasped.

"I've got a surprise for you," he whispered into your ear. "Don't open your eyes. I'm going to bring you to the couch." He slipped his hands into yours and led you through the living room and onto the couch.

"Okay guess what I have for you," he said excitedly.

"Isn't it a little early to give Christmas presents?" you asked smiling. You knew Nikkie was terrible with keeping presents a secret.

"Just guess darling."

"Um ... a new set of lingerie?"

"Nope," he said, popping the p.

"Let's see ... a box of chocolates?"

"Wrong again!"

"Okay I give up," you answered, curiosity bubbling up inside.

"Open your eyes."

Slowly you opened your eyes to see an envelope in Nikki's hands. Timidly you opened the envelope to see a pair of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts tickets.

Your eyes widened in shock. "Holy shit! Nikki!" you screeched, hugging the tickets against your chest. "Oh my god! I've always wanted to go to her concert. When are we going?"

"On the 18th," Nikki answered, grinning at you. "I made sure to get the front row tickets."

"Your the best," you whispered, tears had started to well up in your eyes.

"Come here," he said, holding his arms open.

You curled up on his lap and brushed the tears away. His thumbs were making circular motions on your upper arm.

"I love you, babe," he whispered resting his forehead on your head.

"I love you more," you whispered placing a kiss on his neck. 


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