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

Going Nowhere In Particular

When I woke up, I felt better than I did yesterday. Of course, my dad was still gone, but I know I'm not going to cry again, I got all that over with yesterday. My dad was dead and there wasn't really anything anyone could do to change that.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I got up and walked out and found Kelly was in the kitchen with a bunch of pots and pans out and he had something yellow stuck in his hair and to his face. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"What in fuck are you doing Kell?" I asked looking at him confused. "I-uh, was trying to make you breakfast because I figured you needed some cheering up." He said.  Kelly was really growing on me...more than just a roommate, more than just a friend, and that scared me.

I shook my head laughing and walked over to him. I stood in front of him, reached up, and took my thumb and wiped off the yellow stuff he had on his face. "What is this?" I asked him, showing him my hand. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. "I tried to make eggs. Trust me, I can cook, I'm just fighting a hangover right now and I feel like shit." He said.

I didn't know he left last night. I sighed. "Sit." I said. He hopped up on the counter and I got the blender out along with stuff from the fridge. "Your hangover cure helps but it taste fucking disgusting." Kelly said. I looked at him.

"You wanna whine like a bitch or do you want my help?" I said. He told me he wanted my help. After I made the hangover cure for Kelly, I started cleaning up his mess.

Kelly was done with drinking what I made him and started helping me. I watched as he dipped his hands into the weird ass egg mixture he made and I looked at him and he smirked. I was then running away from a Kelly who was chasing me.

"Kelly what the fuck." I laughed as he chased me all over the apartment. "Erin, it's just eggs." He said chasing me.  As Kelly chased me around the apartment, neither of us heard the door open.

Kelly eventually caught up to me and we both tripped and fell. I was lying on my back and Kelly was straddling me, his knees either side of torso, his hands placed on the ground on either side of my head. He was really close.

I was fucking dying. "Now how did this happen?" Kelly asked smirking and leaning his face closer to mine. His voice was different than a few minutes ago. It was huskier now.

"I didn't want to get dirty." I said. Kelly smirked. "Looking at the position both of us are currently in, I don't think you have to worry about that." He said, moving his hands from beside the floor and moving either of my hands above my head and holding them there with his own.

I was not expecting what happened next to happen, even though it's happened so many times before. Kelly kissed me. It was different from the other two, it was deeper, more intimate. Then he pulled away and looked to the door. His eyes went wide.

He got up and then helped me up. "Christ Kell, we're going to have to talk about this because this is the third fucking time this has happened and we haven't talked about either of them once." I said.

I was okay with us kissing, I just had no idea what it meant. Kelly grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I was facing the door. It was the guys. Fuck. "So,uh-how is everyone?" I asked them before anyone could say anything about that the fuck they just walked in on.

Phil looked at Kelly pissed, Tracii's mouth was open and Mick and Steve were both smiling. Jesus Christ. "We're okay, wanted to see if you and Kelly wanted to hang out." Phil said, looking at me. I nodded. I needed to be with the guys right now.

"Yeah just let me get dressed." I said. I then turned to Kelly. "Kell, clean this shit up and please for the love of god, clean your eggy handprints off of the floor." I told him, gesturing to the kitchen and the floor.

He nodded and I went to my room to get changed.

(Kelly's POV)

I had no idea what was happening with Erin and I. I fucking like her, I do, but I don't wanna fuck anything up. I looked at the guys. They'd probably take the piss out of me and make fun of me for this.

"So...what's going on between you and Erin?" Phil asked. I looked at him and shrugged. "I honestly don't fucking know." I told him. "Why do you care, I thought you and her broke up." Tracii said. Phil nodded. "We did, but she's my friend and I don't want her getting hurt, I already did that and it was shitty." Phil said.

I nodded. "I'll stop it, whatever it is." I heard myself say, and I wish I fucking hadn't. It needed to happen though. I'd fuck something or everything up and then Erin would hate me, better not to fucking chance it, and I fucking hated it.

The door to Erin's room opened and she was wearing black jeans, and a white shirt. This is was going to be a difficult thing to end, whatever the fuck it even is.

(End of Kelly's POV)

"So, what are we doing?" I asked my friends. Tracii put his hands up in the air like a little kid and screamed. "TATTOOS!!" He screamed. I laughed. "Alright." All of us then left to to the tattoo place.

"So what are we getting?"'I asked. "Phil showed me his upper arm. "Another Hollywood Vampires tattoo?" I asked. He nodded. "All of us have one, and you already have the vampire bites on your neck, so it's up to you if you want to get it." Phil said. I smiled. "Why the fuck not." I said.

I drew out what I wanted on a piece of paper. I drew two bats with a realistic heart in between them and of course blood. Above the bats it said Hollywood in really cool font and below it said Vampires.

"What do you think?" I asked, showing them my back. I had gotten it on the back of my shoulder. "Pretty badass." Tracii said. I smiled. I was happy at the moment, not thinking about my dad, until I thought of him. I didn't cry, but it still hurt. "I'm getting another one." I told them.

"Of what?" Mick asked. The tattoo artist gave me another piece of paper and I wrote.

'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine'

And then under that I wrote,

MES

For Michael Ernest Scott, my dads name.

1943-1983
The year he was born and they year he died.

"For my dad." I said. "What happened to him?" Steve asked. I sighed and looked at Kelly. "Drug overdose, he overdosed on Herion yesterday." I told them. "Damn." Tracii said. I shrugged. "There's nothing anyone can do to change it, and I'm not gunna fucking cry, I did enough of that in Kelly's arms yesterday." I told them, so I really wouldn't cry, because it felt like I was going to.

The tattoo was done and we left, going no where in particular.