Fandom Imagines Part 2

A Proposition, Nikki Sixx

Every child has a dream, or at least, that's what everyone says.

Growing up, I never had a true dream that was set in stone. Upon seeing everyone else around me plan for the future, I didn't really know what to do. I had always been told that an idea of what I wanted to do would come to me eventually, and going by the fact that I lived my life by going with the flow of everything, I believed this.

Now that I'm in my twenties, I'm not mad at the fact that I'm a waitress. I chose to take a break year after high school which then turned into three long years of traveling around the US with my ultimate destination goal being the beautiful city of angels. Although, despite its magical name, Los Angeles is far from the city of angels. It's the city of drop-outs, failed artists, breakthrough-seeking musicians, and in my case, people who live life without a plan.

Sure, paychecks are low and the apartments are crappy, but I enjoy my life. I have fun, and I have friends. A majority of the customers who come into the diner I work at are nice as well. Although, four young men who always come in after their shows are my favorites.

These four are definitely unique in their own little ways, and yet, they all seem to get along with each other in their starting band. The goofiest and loudest one of the group would have to be the drummer, Tommy. On the other hand, the quiet one who always minds his own business is the main guitarist, Mick. The flirty one would have to the singer, Vince. Lastly, the smart ass one is the bass guitarist, Nikki, who can also be a bit flirty too.

Now, Nikki is the one I actually enjoy the most. When he's not with the rest of his group, he'll still come in and see me, which usually leads to us sharing many conversations that distract me from my work. He always comes in with the same order, and each time, I bring it to him with the same line always falling from his smiling lips in response. "Thanks, babe," He'll say, making me smile in return, but push my feelings down farther. I know Nikki is a rockstar player - hell, they all are - and that's I why I can't let myself continue falling for him.

"Hey, boys," I greet the usual four as they walk through the diner doors, tiredness written all over their face alongside smeared black eyeshadow and face paint. They look like they played in a back alley way - not a bar.

"Hey, (Y/n)," they all respond in unison, sitting in their usual booth toward the back. They've been here so many times that they don't even need to look through the menu. Actually, they've been here so many times that they don't even need to tell me what they want. I already know what items on the menu they like and don't like - but really, the boys will eat anything.

Without wasting any time, I head over to their table with my pen and order book in hand. "What will it be today?" I ask them, ready to write down everything from memory. Tommy will want pancakes, Mick will want an omelet, Vince will want a burger, and Nikki will want a Jack and Coke - although, I've never actually seen him drink the soda. 

"Actually, we have a proposition for you, (Y/n)," I hear Mick say, making me look up from my pen and pad with a bit of confusion. Sure, I've shared many conversations with the four, but they've never actually offered me anything. Of course, Vince has offered plenty of things to me in his own way, but that's besides the point.

"Oh, yeah?" I ask, ready for some funny joke they're about to tell me. "And what could that be?"

"We want you to be apart of our band," Tommy states, making me look at him with wide eyes. Immediately, he retracts his statement. "Not like an instrument player or anything!" He reiterates, "but we know that we'll need someone to make sure we don't fuck things up too bad when we're on the road and stuff."

At his comment, I let out a small laugh. "You guys couldn't pay me enough," I tell them, shaking my head. In response, Nikki chuckles. He knows what I'm saying is the truth.