I drove to the bar to see if my moms car was there, and sure enough, it was. I drove to her house to get the rest of my shit. I walked up the stairs and started grabbing everything.
Eventually, the only thing left was my bed and desk, and dresser. I'd get new ones for cheap soon enough. After I was done, I stopped by the whiskey. I needed a job. The owner gave me one and soon I had cash rolling in from tips.
After my shift was over, I counted my tips and what the owner gave me, he knew me through my mom. The Whisky was her usual spot till she got banned for life.
I had enough to buy a bed and dresser. After work, I bought a bed, mattress and dresser. They delivered it to the apartment and carried them up to my room.
My room looked like a room. As for the rest of the apartment? Well there was no couch, there was a tv, and that was about it. I sighed. Maybe my new roommate can help me buy a couch.
I walked to my room, lighting a cigarette. I didn't drink and I didn't do drugs, the only bad habit I had picked up from both my parents was smoking, and I planned on keeping it that way.
Maybe I should put my stuff away and make my bed. I made my bed and then began to put my clothes away. After I put my clothes away, I then put my records and cassettes on a shelf, along with a few books.
I looked at my watch and it was late. I sighed and took a shower. When I was done in the shower, I got dressed in pajamas and laid down, going to sleep.
I woke up to my alarm beeping, I reached over and turned it off. I then got up and stretched. That was the quietest sleep I've ever had. I reached for my cigarettes and lit one, walking to the kitchen.
I'm glad this place came with a fridge and everything, but I wish it came with food. I walked back to my room and put on some shoes, driving to the little store a few blocks away.
I bought some bread, eggs, chips, pasta, chicken, and a few necessities like toilet paper and soap, along with dishes, silverware and cups. I checked out and went back to my car.
When I got back, I put everything away and got dressed. My new roommate is supposed to be here at 3 and it's 2:55.
'Bitch better not come late' I thought, as I lit another cigarette, waiting for his arrival. As I was smoking the cigarette, I heard a knock at the door. I got up from where I was sitting on the floor and walked over to it.
I opened the door with the cigarette dangling from my mouth. He looked familiar as I stood there and stared at him, trying to figure out where I knew him from. "You going to let me in or just stare at me?" He asked with a smirk.
I heard his voice one time before 'You look like you could use a drink' it was the dude from the bar. "Holy shit, your the dude from the bar." I said, letting him come inside. He followed me to the kitchen and sat down. "I'm sorry?" He said.
I shook my head, "You don't remember? I met you the other night at the bar." I said. He shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't remember." He said. "Well I was at the bar, you said I could use a drink. 'I don't drink'."
"Ohh, your curfew girl, I didn't recognize you, what the hell happened to your face?" He asked, gesturing to my bruised and cut face. "That-that's a long story, so anyway, what's your name?" I asked.
"Kelly, Kelly Nickels." He answered. "Kelly?" I questioned. He smiled and nodded, "It's gotta nice ring to it." I couldn't argue with that, I've just never met a guy with a girls name before.
"Okay, well I'm Erin, Erin Scott." I told him. "Cool, so what do you do for a living?" He asked. "I work at the Whiskey." I answered. "Cool." He said getting up.
"You want to look around the place to make sure you want to live here?" I asked. He nodded. I let him look at everything. The living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, my room and what possibly could be his room.
"Yeah I want to live here." He said. I smiled. "Great, so this is your room, feel free to move in whenever. Also, we-uh, we don't have a couch, so if you'd chip in and help me buy one, we wouldn't have to sit our asses on the floor." I said.
He laughed, "Don't worry I'll help with a couch, and a majority of my stuff is in my car already so is it okay if I move in right now?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah of course, you want any help?" I offered.
"Yeah sure." He said. I then followed Kelly down stairs and started grabbing boxes. I grabbed a box and carried it to his room. I came back and grabbed a case I could only assume was his bass. "You play bass." I said more as a fact than a question. He looked at me as he took a box.
"How'd you know?" He asked. I laughed. "I was at the bar, I saw you and your band. You guys are good." I said. He smiled. "At least someone thinks so." He said.
Soon all his stuff was in his room and he was unpacking. It was around 6 something and I hadn't eaten. "You want food?" I called to Kelly, from the kitchen. He came out into the kitchen wearing ripped jeans, a leather jacket, a Batman shirt and a hat.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm going out with the guys." He said. "Oh, okay, no worries. Here's a house key." I said, handing him a key. He said thanks and then he was out the door.
Guess I'll be alone tonight.

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Life's Better When You Gotta Bassist In It // L.A. Guns •Kelly Nickels•
FanfictionErin Scott, born to not so great parents. What happens when one night her mom finally pushes her over the edge and she moves out into an apartment with a rockstar roommate, Kelly Nickels of L.A. Guns. While Erin configures a strange dating history a...