14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

64. Square One

Nikki:

The bed creaked when I jumped back into the bed and landed to her side. Solid Gold Easy Action blared in through the speakers when I plopped myself up on my elbow, I pushed her hair away from her face before softly poking her shoulder; she stirred and turned to her stomach. Her arms tucked underneath her head.

"Babe," I shook her slightly as my eyes travelled down her skin.

A rose. An unbloomed rose in burgundy shade. A tiny bud,that was barely an inch in length. The shoot curved up; enclosing it in the shape of a heart. To its bottom the words, 'My favorite' in thin cursive font.

Laying on her stomach, the rays of the sun drew patterns on her skin and on the tattoo inked on her side.

About three years back she told me, she got a tattoo done on her rib in the memory of her baby.

It was her body and her baby. I don't think I have any say in it but it would've been nice if she told me first. Sometimes, a thought pops up on if she really had to get a rose. It made me wonder on, if she had to get a part of him permanently on her skin.

It felt slightly uneasy at first but I never told her about it.

"Go away," Came her answer as she tried to swat me away from disturbing her sleep and muffled her head into the pillow.

"Wake up," I said again, poking her arm and back. "Look, it's fucking 12!"

It was only ten but if that can wake her up then I am happy, I thought as I began to leave soft scratches across her back and the back of her neck. One step away from tickles.

"I don't stay in that often. Let me fucking sleep. You too sleep." She replied in a slightly gruff voice.

I caressed her hair and the side of her face that was now visible. Tugging her ears. Pulling her cheek. I was doing everything possible to chase the sleep away.

"I don't want to sleep. I'm bored. I need entertainment." I replied.

She stirred letting out an annoyed groan before her face met mine, "Do I look like your fucking TV? To provide entertainment?"

Her eyes dropped close again as soon as she finished speaking and cuddled into me.

"Yes. You are my TV. News. Dance. Music. Porn. Your wish?"

A weak slap landed against my chest before she looked at me again. I smiled, noticing that her desire to sleep had been chased away.

"What the fuck do you want man?!" She exclaimed in annoyance before sitting upright.

"Entertainment. Food and to deal with those people who came to hand over your bags and shit."

I was definitely surprised at the number of bags. It looked like she moved out of here for good. It wasn't just the bags, there were also so many cartons named all the way from 1961 to 1986. I was pretty sure if I looked through those hard enough I might even find the first pacifier she ever used.

"Wait! They came?!?" She said in surprise before pretty much jumping off the bed and grabbing her clothes. I stayed there enjoying the view until she finally left.

I stretched and yawned, lying back down on the bed. It wouldn't hurt anyone if I slept a bit more, I thought to myself with a grin. I was there. I was almost there on the verge of falling asleep except I was startled awake. Maybe, it was my girlfriend's curse for not letting her sleep. I heard the landline ring.

You've gotta be kiddin' me, I thought to myself before reaching for the phone and answering it in the most polite tone I could muster up.

"Do NOT fucking hang up on me!"