Dancer ➳ Tommy Lee

Chapter Nine

"There's no one like you. I can't wait for the nights with you. I imagine the things we'll do. I just want to be loved by you."

— Scorpions, No One Like You

"Liz, wait." I walked quickly, my heels clicking against the sidewalk as I heard Tommy's bare feet slapping the ground behind me, running to catch up. I quickened my pace faster before I felt his hand grab onto my arm and he turned me around to face him.

"What happened?" Tommy asked, keeping his grip on my arm so I couldn't walk away again. "Look I don't want to be a problem between you and your friends so I'm going home. When Nikki sobers up you two can have a talk or something." I said as I tried jerking myself away and he just gripped tighter. "Who gives a fuck what Nikki thinks? My girl or not I'm not gonna let him talk to a woman like that. Especially someone like you." I looked up at him and he smirked slightly, "Now if you want to go home so bad at least let me take you. The streets of LA this late aren't safe."

I nodded and he moved his hand down from my upper arm down to my hand where he inlaced our fingers and we began walking in the direction of my apartment. Maybe I could just have him walk me and then drop me off at the door. But I don't know. It's Tommy, he'll probably want to come inside and then he'll see what a pig I am. Then he'll never talk to me again. I mean why would I care if he talked to me? He was just a guy I would use for cocaine and occasionally sex..right? And why was I just as worried about what my apartment looked like. It was mainly clothes and maybe a few takeout boxes. At least I didn't have roaches and scorched carpet to go with it.

"Well what are you thinking about? Have a roommate you don't want me to meet or something?" Tommy asked, breaking me away from my thoughts about his apartment. "Oh yeah, no, everything's fine." I responded as I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly, not in a harmful way, but from the look in his eyes I could tell it was in a caring, concerned way. After all he did just punch his best friend in the face in my honor for some reason.

We continued walking in silence, with only the slapping of bare feet and the clicking of heels breaking it. The Sunset Strip lights were the only thing guiding our way through the streets. "What did you want to do when you were younger?" His voice asked interrupting me counting each click of my heels, "Because I know that you didn't want to be a stripper, right?"

I took a couple seconds to answer, thinking of the right answer to give him. "Exotic dancer," I corrected him at first which made him chuckle slightly while nodding. "Exotic dancer," He corrected himself, "So you didn't want to be a Exotic Dancer then right?" He put a little more emphasis to the exotic dancer part. "I just wanted to dance. Professionally I mean. For like a dance company. Maybe teach it to kids? But my parents didn't like that idea. They wanted their little girl to go to Stanford to become a doctor like they had done." I responded, before glancing up at Tommy who was actually listening to what I was saying.

"And then what happened with Stanford?" He asked, like if he was a little kid who's parent were reading him a bedtime story. "I got rejected. On my twentieth birthday to be exact. I thought I was a shoo-in with my grades and my parents both being part of the Alumni, but they disagreed. Not enough charity work I suppose." I told him as I shrugged, seeing my apartment complex come into view, surprised we arrived as fast as we did. "Well fuck Stanford then. They don't need someone like you. And you don't need to be some boring, stuck up doctor." Tommy responded wrapping his arms around me as I started giggling softly.

We walked up to my apartment and I start fumbling with the keys to get it open, due to Tommy stroking his fingers along with my sponge, waist, arms, whatever he could reach out to touch, before I heard the familiar voice across the hall begin to talk before freezing, "Holy fucking shit you're Tommy Lee. From Mötley Crüe!" Tommy let out a soft sigh and chuckle against my ear before dropping his hands and turning around, "Hey! Yeah man that's me!" He responded to Jason before giving him a high five mixed with a hug and a slight pat on the back.

"I just saw you guys a few nights ago. I'm a really big fan." Jason said while showing a completely different side of him I haven't seen before. He looked around Tommy and saw me standing there, watching them before looking back at him. "So what are you doing at her place? Is she a groupie?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and noticed Tommy tense up in response, "What did you call her?" Oh fuck here we go again.

I reached my hand out and touched Tommy's arm, "Come on, let's just go inside you don't have to waste your time with him." He lightly shook off my touch before looking back, "Go inside and wait for me okay Liz? I just wanna ask, what was your name again?" Jason looked up at him before nodding his head slightly, "Uh it's Jason." Tommy nodded, "Yes Jason, I just wanna ask Jason a question."

I slowly unlocked the door and shut it behind me while walking into the apartment. I turned around to look out the peep hole to see Tommy had grabbed Jason by the collar of his shirt and pinned him against the wall, lifting him a good few inches off the ground.  "If you ever say anything like that about her again I will fucking end you. You understand me fucker?" Jason nodded quickly, eyes bulging from their sockets. Tommy dropped him with force, making Jason stumble backwards. "Good. Now get in that apartment and I better not see your fucking face again." Jason ran in before slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

Tommy looked around before fixing the cuffs to his jacket and changing his facial expression to a more happy but neutral one. He knocked on my door slightly and I quickly opened it. "Can I come in?" He asked, getting a nod in response.