𝗠𝗼̈𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝘂̈𝗲 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 {𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 2} 🤍

🧡 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗲 {𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗹}

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Y/N's POV, 1985

Tour was always a fun experience, Vince likes to drag me all over the country with him for some reason, I'm not complaining I love going on tour with the boys, it can be tough at times as Tommy and Nikki are bat shit crazy, Vince then joins in most of the time, the only one with sanity and sense is Mick.

Vince is my best friend and has been for so many years I've pretty much lost count, Vince was amazing, he was everything to me- I loved him, I really really loved him- I'd been head over heels for Vince Neil for close to a decade, he didn't know this explicitly... but I don't think he needed too... I know he has a thing for me and he knows I have a thing for him, we both kind of know that we fancy one another but neither of us have done anything about it.

Commitment isn't Vince strong point anyway.

Not much was happening right now, we were travelling from location to location on the tour bus, Nikki and Tommy were sat snorting cocaine at the front of the bus, Mick was sat with a bottle of clear liquid, liquid which definitely wasn't water and Vince was sat staring at me as I was just making up everyone's bunks up from this morning seems as all the boys are too lazy to do it themselves.

As I finished up straightening out Nikki's bunk, I glanced over to the blonde singer to check if he was still staring at me, and yep, he was. I met his eyes and he instantly smiled at me, almost seeming embarrassed with himself for being so blatantly obvious, I let out a small laugh myself before getting down from Nikki's bunk and standing myself up straight leaning against the bottom of Nikki's bed as he had taken the top bunk and Mick was in the one underneath- Tommy had then taken the one underneath mine and Vince had a bottom and top bunk for himself, he was using his top bunk for the array of hair products and bleach he'd brought with him, it was way too much to put in his luggage so was just sat in a bag.

Vince then stood up and slowly made his way over to me, I smirked as he got closer, with him placing his hands in his jacket pockets "Why, hello there" I grinned.

"Hey" he smirked back, standing directly in front of me.

"You've been staring at me... any particular reason why or do you just feel like being a creep today?"

"Fuck off" he scoffs "I'm not a creep"

"Sure about that?" I tease poking Vince gently in the shoulder causing him to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure about that"

"Okay, maybe not a creep but you're definitely a sex pest, that's just like a fact- ain't that right, Vinnie?"

"If you're gonna insult me I'll just go back over there" the frontman comments pointing behind him back to where he came from, still smiling.

"Sorry, I can't help it" I chuckled while moving away from Nikki's bunk down to Mick's, his was the last one for me to correct- Mick's always takes the least time, at least the guitarist puts it so it's not half way off the bed and all twisted around- god knows what Tommy, Nikki and Vince do in their sleep, their beds are always a mess "So, why'd you come over here, what do you want?" I wonder while shaking Mick's pillows to fluff them up again.

"Nothing... just thought we could chat" the man shrugged before nodding towards me speaking again "Why'd you do this? The beds... I've always wondered why you do it for us, there's literally no point"