My Metal Angel (Vince Neil X Tom Keifer A Love)

Chapter 9-Taking the Plunge (Vince Neil)

It's been a few days since that record company party, and I have yet to call Tom. But I replay EVERY single moment of our time together, of that night over and over in my head and I relive it in my dreams. But anyway, I digress. I haven't yet called Tom because I am afraid of so many things: him finding about Doc, coming clean about my past in general, it being SO damn long since I've done anything like this, afraid to fall and take the plunge to just let Go. I stare at my phone as I've been doing for a while now actually trying to build up my courage---

Come on! Quit being a pussy and take a chance! You love him.... I love him...and truly I'd love to get to know Tom more, I've truly never felt the way about anyone BUT TOM. Tom who sees me, who doesn't judge.... ok, ok I am doing this!

I take a shaky breath and find the scrap of paper with Tom's number on it and start dialing, trying to remember to breath, the phone rings twice....and then I hear the MOST beautiful voice in the world---

"Hello?"

"Tom? I-it's Vince...Vince Neil." I practically squeak out, trying to calm my nerves.

"Vince? Oh man, I've been hoping you'd call! It's good to hear from you!" Tom's response is enthusiastic, though I detect a slight bit of nerves, but it IS enough to make me relax and quit working myself into a panic attack.

"Sorry it took me so long to call...um, I actually haven't done anything like this in a while." I tell Tom honestly.

"Hey Vince? I'm just glad you called, that means a lot to me. "Tom's voice is sincere, even his speaking voice is like velvet to me. "So, what are you up to? I've been working on song lyrics and melodies, it's good to take a break...it's hard for me to know when to slow down as I tend to overdo it, like FAR too much." Tom tells me. Did he just open to me? At least a little? This, this is good right?

"I know that feeling.... trust me..." I pause as a thought occurs and I summon every ounce of courage I can to ask, "So.... i was wondering how...I mean, I'd love to get to know you better Tom and um would you wanna um? —" I trail off.

"Are you asking me on a date?" Tom sounds stunned.

"Yes, I-I mean you don't have to...." My voice sounding so small.

"I would love to!! What did you have in mind?" Tom says, as it comes to me: I figure since Tom is shyer and less of a public persona  than me, maybe a beach picnic, I could surprise him by fixing food and all, I actually do know how to cook...long story there, let's just say I had no choice but to learn, my parents made me not that they and then later my ex appreciated it, the ONLY one who did was my dear little Skylar.

"Well, a beach picnic...I-I know how to cook, I figured I could make stuff? I mean or we could do something else if you wanted?" I run a hand thru my hair, unsure.

"That's sounds WONDERFUL." Tom enthuses, practically gushing yet sounding shy and sweet before he adds, "I didn't know you could cook."

"I'm full of surprises Tom.... let's just say that my parents made me too I guess 'earn' my keep, they didn't appreciate it, that I got good at it and then Beth...of course that bitch didn't appreciate ANYTHING I did." My voice dripping with disdain before cracking with the following, "The only one who ever loved what I made was Skylar, she was my number one taste tester...I'd even got her a little apron made, pink. She...loved Pink because I love that color." My voice growing wistful, before I burst into tears." S-Sorry." I whisper.

"Don't be sorry Vince, I can tell from the sound of your voice, how much you love her and how very much you miss her. I imagine it hurts like hell....and your parents, fuck them if they didn't appreciate what an amazing person you were, that you ARE. Don't be sorry to talk about your daughter, ever, ok?" Tom manages to calm me down, though I can hear the unmistakable sound of tears.

"I didn't mean to make you cry Tom...really." I feel SO damn guilty.

"What did I tell you Vince? Don't be sorry." Tom says sniffling, and I chuckle at his tone.

"Stubborn." I quip teasingly.

"One of my best qualities, babe." Tom quips back in the same tone as I freeze... Did he just call me 'babe'?!! Damn, feel like my heart is fixing to beat out of my chest!!

"Wait till our date, .... oh, that reminds me!" I pause a moment, "When do you want to go on our date? I-I mean whenever is good for you, honey." I say unable to help myself at letting the 'honey' slip out.

"Tomorrow if that's ok? You think near evening? Like late afternoon?" Tom asks in a rush.

"Tom, that sounds perfect!" I practically gush. "If you're wondering, dress casual like t-shirt and jeans, sneakers that kind of thing...wear whatever is comfortable, I know you'd look good in anything."

"So would YOU." Tom counters before adding, "Seriously, I can't wait!" Tom and I then talk for HOURS, I can't ever remember doing such with anyone but him, we walk until about 1:30 am and then reluctantly we both hang up. I just can't wait to spend time with the man I love...I should have told him over the phone, but I will tell him when I see him.... i am so nervous! To calm my nerves, I plan out our picnic date...searching thru my pantry and fridge and writing down my ideas before at last trekking up to my bedroom, clothes go flying till I'm just down to my boxers as I finally slip under my covers.

I took the plunge, I called him...I finally did, followed my heart as it were. Now, now we are going to have a date our first of hopefully many...will I be good enough for him? He doesn't know about my past...well not everything. I don't fucking see how I could ever tell him I fear, not him necessarily, but Doc and WHY exactly I fear that bastard. How can I? If Doc, ever finds out I care about Tom, no love Tom...well FUCK Doc, Tom will be worth fighting for...and fight, I will.

Ah, the irony...the fucking irony of my thoughts the night I called Tom, to ask him on our first date. I would have to fight every step of the way with Doc, always Doc...Doc would succeed in splitting us a part and to this day, it kills my husband and I when we think of all we went thru. Was it worth it though? In that ultimately, it brought Tom and I closer together and made our love stronger? Yes. For the pain and separation...God the pain...yes and no for obvious reasons. Mine and Tom's first date though, was magical...it was, everything and more. Both of us nervous, and on our first both of us would confess to what we'd been feeling for so long since our first meeting.

A/N: Vince got up the courage to phone Tom and ask him on a date! Next chapter will be the first of two parts about their date, stay tuned!