Life's Better When You Gotta Bassist In It // L.A. Guns •Kelly Nickels•

Theres No Couch

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.