The Sweetest Thing (nikki sixx)

SEVEN

Thanksgiving was warm and lonely, nothing reminiscent of her life back home in Milwaukee. Her favorite game to play with her brother was guessing if there'd be snow on the holiday. She looked out of the living room window, the sun was shining. It was on track to be at least 75 that day. It was nothing like home. If there was anything for her to go back to, she would have done it by now. 

Her father left no room for a relationship, he made that very clear. Growing up, he favored her brother more than her with everything they did. He used to tell her of how her face looked just like their mothers and how he couldn't stand to look at her, all at the age of seven. How is a seven year old girl to cope? 

When her brother passed on after her 15th birthday, she knew that'd be it. No more Christmas, no more Thanksgiving traditions. Only whys and regrets of him not leaving a note. They tried their best to remain civil, but Brandi and Jess shortly ran away after the date of his funeral. Her dad never did list the car as stolen. But boy, that day? She drove it like it was stolen. 

Brandi made her way to the kitchen, pulling out leftovers that her cousin had driven down from Bakersfield. They had sat and visited for awhile, Brandi gave her a tour and then she was on her way. She pulled the remains of a meal from the microwave and sat at the table alone. Jess had left for Wisconsin last week and would return tomorrow. The blonde dug through papers that had collected on the counter, Tommy should be calling any minute. As should Nikki. The two had repaired their friendship for the most part. They would fight the second either of them missed a call or if Brandi thought he was sleeping around. But Nikki always assured her, he only had eyes for her. 
All in all, their conversations would ultimately lead to the big one. The wedding. Tommy always wanted to talk about it as well, but in a different light. How excited he was, what they should decorate, it was guileless.  

She dug until recovering the Doc Hollywood script. Brandi took a bite of turkey before standing up to toss it out. Another gig down the drain. 

"We're really sorry, Ms. Wilson. We're just thinking it's not a good fit."

Brandi rolled her eyes, she knew it was too good to be true. She sat back at the table, looking at the menu of tour dates Tommy had given her over the phone, where they'd be and when. She thought about surprising them. After all, Doc said all she'd need to do was call. 

"Conrad Hotel,"  

The line went silent for a moment while she took another bite, waiting to be connected to Doc's room. She curled the phone cord around her finger, listening to the sweet silence and sound of her chewing. 

"This is Doc."

"Doc!" Brandi began, trying her best to not speak with food in her mouth. "I really need a favor."

She explained to him about not wanting the guys to know and he agreed to be sworn to secrecy. Their conversation was short and simple, he was never much for small talk. After everything the guys put him through, he always was on high alert for other things. 

Brandi packed a bag for the next two days, she'd meet them in Indianapolis and leave them before they left for Richmond, Ohio. She'd go with them to the show that night, and leave by morning. 

She watched the flickering boards that changed per flight as she waited to board.

.

Brandi met Doc downstairs at the front desk, she gave a quick hug as she propped her small bag against her leg. "I put you on the second floor, the guys are on the third. Figured you'd want your own room." 

"Absolutely," She laughed, watching as Doc took care of the check in. He followed her up the elevator to where she would call home for the night. "Tommy is in 308."