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

I Don't Want You to Get in Fights For Me

I kneeled on the floor next to where Kelly sat. "Please tell me what happened." I said. "I got into a fight at the Whiskey." He said. That surprised me. I have never seen Kelly step foot into the Whiskey. Maybe he had before I worked there but he just didn't.

"Why the Whiskey?" I asked. "I'm trying to get the guys and I a gig there. I went after Brent came to the apartment this morning. I was sitting at the bar waiting for the manager and some dude sat down a stool away from me, talking about you." He said.

"Talking about me?" I asked. He nodded. "Saying, 'Y'know the bartender Erin? I bet she's easy, she's young though, but hey, you never know what she likes, maybe when she's here for her next shift I'll show her.' It was disgusting and fucked up, this dude, old enough to either be your dad or your grandfather." Kelly said, blood coming out of his mouth and nose.

Shit, I forgot he looked horrible right now. I grabbed the bottom of the shirt he was wearing and carefully pulled it over his head. He was black and blue. I got up and grabbed a wash rag and got it wet.

"So you fought the guy, because he was talking about me?" I asked, wiping the blood off of his chest. "Yeah, believe it or not I care about you Erin." He said. After I cleaned up the cuts on his chest, I looked at his face. I felt really bad for him.

I sat the wash rag down and gently placed my hands on either side of his head and examined his eyes and his face, making sure his nose wasn't broken or anything. "Good news Kell, your nose isn't broken, but your gunna have two black eyes and a badly bruised face. " I told him.

He smiled. "Could be worse." He said as I picked up the wash rag and started wiping the blood that was coming from his mouth. I took the wash rag and held it to his nose that was bleeding. "Hold this here and don't move it." I told him, as I got up and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

When I got back to the bathroom, I found Kelly the way I left him, the rag pressed against his nose. I kneeled on the floor next to him again and gently took the rag from his hand. "This is to rinse the blood out of your mouth." I held the glass to his mouth and he took some and rinsed his mouth out. He looked like himself again.

"Kelly." I said, grabbing the wash rag and one of his hands, cleaning his bloodied knuckles." "Yeah?" He asked, looking at me. "I looked at him and he stared at me. "I don't want you to get in fights for me, I'm not worth fighting for." I said, grabbing his other hand and doing the same, removing my eyes from his.

"Erin, I got into that fucking fight because the guy deserved it. Your too good of a person to be talked about like that." He said. This was a very different Kelly than the one I was with earlier, he wasn't being an ass.

I looked at him again, he was much closer to me than I thought. Are noses almost touching. I stopped cleaning his knuckles, but I still was holding his hand.

(Kelly's POV)
The feelings I hold for Erin were really fucking real at the moment. She was helping me after I got into that stupid fight with that guy that was being a creep, fucking talking about her the way he did.

She was cleaning my knuckles off when she looked up at me and stopped. She still had my hand in hers. We were really fucking close, to the point where if one of us moved, are noses would be touching.

She's fucking gorgeous. I scanned her face, looking at every detail. My eyes fell down to her lips. Shit shit shit. She was with Brent. I glanced at her shirt and frowned internally. It was white and looked like it was expensive, but now it had my blood on it. I'd make sure to buy her a new one.

Fucking hell. Fuck! I stared into her eyes again. I then glanced at her lips and then back to her eyes. She might regret this, but god fucking knows that I probably won't.

Before I could think about anything else, I did what I wanted to do the first moment I found out I fucking liked Erin, I gently took my hand out of hers, placed my hands on either side of her head and I kissed her. And hell am I fucking glad I did. I'd worry about what would happen later.

(End of Kelly's POV)

I pulled away from Kelly and stared at him for a bit until I got up and walked to my room, shutting and locking my door. What the actual fuck just happened. Kelly fucking kissed me, but I'm with Brent, but the kiss wasn't so bad, it's Kelly. What the fuck am I going to do.

I lit a cigarette and called Brent. I asked him if he and I could talk tomorrow in person. Not about the kiss I had with Kelly, but about other things that were somewhat as important.

He said yes and I smiled. I hung up the phone and stubbed out my cigarette. After I changed my clothes, I went straight to sleep, thinking about what the fuck I was going to do.

When I woke up, I walked out of my room at the crack dawn. Reason be, I know Kelly wouldn't be awake this early and I really couldn't see him right now, not after last night.

I went to the bathroom and locked the door. What am I going to do. I know how I feel about Brent, I love him, I do, but I can't keep up with all the drinking and his band is moving fast. Not to mention when we get bombarded with cameras that strangers are pointing at our faces, taking pictures of us.

Like the ones from the bar the other day when Brent and I were leaving. Made the cover a magazine, with the title 'Brent Muscat and Mystery Lover, or Hookup?' It pissed me off.

Kelly on the other hand. He's a good person, but I haven't thought of him more than a friend, or a roommate. I will admit he's nice to look at, he's got a good voice, and he's really talented. But after the kiss we had last night, I'm thinking of considering him more than all of the above .

I finally left the bathroom after I took a shower. I got dressed and left. All I did was walk around until it was time Brent and I were going to talk. It's all I could do to clear my head.

Eventually, I met with Brent.