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

Hollywood Vampires

No one said anything, all they did was look between Phil and I. Steve cleared his throat. "What sounds like fun guys?" He asked us. I took my cigarettes out and lit one. "I have a fucking genius idea." I said.

We all walked out of the bar and stood on the sidewalk. "So what are we doing Erin?" Tracii asked as I handed my cigarettes to him. "You'll see." I said as I waited for some cars to stop. When they stopped, I ran into the street and laid in the middle.

"Jesus Erin, you're gunna get yourself killed." Mick said as the rest of them laughed. "Well we don't know that, now do we?" I said as cars started coming down the road.

"Erin, cars are coming down the road, don't die." Kelly said. The first row of cars came and I was just fine. They sped past me and I made it out alive without a scratch.

I stood up and walked back to the guys. "See, I'm not dead, and I had fun." I said as Tracii handed me my cigarettes back. "What are we gunna do know?" Tracii asked. I shrugged. "I honestly couldn't tell ya, Trace." I told him.

"We could get tattoos." Kelly suggested. "I gotta go." Phil said, walking off and out of sight. I shrugged and turned back to the other four and smiled. "So tattoos?"

As we were walking to the tattoo shop that Tracii lead us to, he spoke up. "So you and Phil?" He asked. I really didn't want to talk about this. I shrugged. "It was what it was, and now it is what it is. We were just a fling, we'll make up eventually and we'll be friends. That's we ever can be after this shit." I told them.

I knew what I told them was true, I didn't want Phil out of my life, I just didn't want to be anything more than just friends with him.

Because he and I romantically involved with one another, just doesn't work. They left it at that and soon enough we made it to the tattoo shop.

"Hollywood Vampires." Tracii said as we sat in the tattoo place. I looked at him with a confused face. "Whats the Hollywood Vampires?" I asked. "Its us. and our fans, so if you wanna be a Hollywood vampire, you gotta get vampire bites on your neck." He explained.

I shrugged, that actually sounds kinda cool. "I'll get them." I said. Kelly said he'd get them first so I had to wait a little while. "So Erin, whats it like living with Kelly?" Mick asked as Kelly was getting tattooed.

"Don't answer that." Kelly said from the tattoo chair. I laughed. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad. Sure it can be wild at times, but its Kelly, Kelly's wild." I said. "What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Well, he'll come home drunk sometimes and I think he's funny when he is, but sometimes he's a major pain in my ass. Like the day he brought you guys into the apartment and kicked me out of my bed the night before." I stated.

"Hey you could have stayed, but you chose to leave." Kelly said, getting up from the tattoo chair. "True, but in all honesty, living with Kelly is better than who I was livng with before." I told them as I sat down in the tattoo chair.

"Have you gotten a tattoo before?" Kelly asked me as I moved my hair away from the right side of my face so that tattoo artist could tattoo my neck. "Nope, but things change all the time, so fuck it." I told him. "I dig this chicks attitude." Tracii said. "You and me both." Kelly said, smirking at me.

Soon enough my tattoo was done. "Wasn't that bad." I said, showing them my tattoo. "What should we do now?" I asked. "Guys and I have to practice, and I honestly don't think you wanna be around Phil right now." Steve said.

I nodded. "I-uh, I'll go home, there's some stuff  I have to do anyway." I said kind of let down that the guys were bailing on me. But they were doing it for their career, and it mattered to them.

I said goodbye to the guys, stole and shared a weird glance with Kelly that made me feel weird and then I went back to the apartment.

When I got there, I had no idea what I was going to do. I didn't have any other friends and I couldn't hang out with Kelly and the guys because of the fight Phil and I had.

I could go see how my parents were doing again, but I didn't feel like getting in a fight with my mom and last time I saw my dad, it lead me to almost drinking.

I sighed and flopped down on the couch. I guess I could go see how my mom was doing. I got up and grabbed my car keys. Walking out of the door and locking it behind me.

I drove to her house and parked. I walked in and called for her. "Mom?" I said. She walked to where I was in the house with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. "What do you want?" She asked slurred.

"I-I uh was wondering how you were doing." I asked. It was true. She was either in worse or better condition than my dad. She shrugged. "I saw dad yesterday, he doesn't look too good." I told her. She set the bottle down on the coffee table.

"Not my problem." She said. "One of you is gunna die, and then after that the other one will go and I'll be without a family." I told her. Just because they weren't so great parents doesn't mean they had to die.

"Selfish. You'll be fine. Hell, I assume your doing fucking great since you moved out. What are ya up to?" She asked. This was going better than I thought it would. No yelling, no broken bottles. "I work at the Whiskey and I live in an apartment with my roommate, Kelly." I told her.

"See, getting out of here did something for you. Im glad ur not fucking slumming it and living with a bunch of dudes and all of that nonsense." She said. I nodded and smiled a small smile. This was the first genuine conversation I ever did have with my mom.

It was kind of hot in the house. "Why's it so hot in here?" I asked her. "She took a cigarette out and lit it. "The damn air conditioner is broken." She said. I put my hair up in a bun with the hair tie I had on my wrist. "That explains it."'I said. My mom was staring at me after I put my hair up.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at her confused. "Erin Anne Scott, what the actual fuck is that on your neck?" She asked, walking over to me and pointing at my neck. "A tattoo." I said. "Thought so." She said. And then before I knew it the very terrible familiar mother I grew up with was back.

She grabbed my hair that I put up and pulled it and dragged me into the kitchen. "Ow, your fucking hurting me you psychotic bitch." I said. "You put that on your skin, it makes you look like a tramp." My mom told me.

"My hair hides it and it's the only one I'm ever gunna get." I said. She then let go of my hair and stood in front of me. "I don't know why I ever had you, all you do is fucking make mistakes!" She yelled. And then she started beating the shit out of me.