Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

Shut Up Baby, I Love You

It was the night after his poor suicide attempt. Vince had left that morning to give Mick his space, he tried calling in the afternoon but Mick never answered. He was held up in his dark room, curled up in the corner of his bed and the wall with a bottle of vodka in his hands. He didn't even see Nikki. Nikki had gone out to make some 'extra cash', but he always made sure to show Mick what sort of trinkets and treasures he managed to steal. Sometimes it was perfume, sometimes it was jewelry or the odd shelf decoration. Sometimes he managed to steal things he knew Mick would appreciate. But today? Nothing. Mick heard Nikki come home, then go into his bedroom, and he hasn't seen Nikki since. Until...

Knock knock

"Mick?"

"Nikki?"

"Who else?"

"Why are you knocking? Just come in" Mick said.

Nikki pushed the door open slightly and poked his head in.

"You need a better lamp. Also... is it okay if I go over to Tommy's? He called and asked I wanted help him that song he's been writing" Nikki said.

"Course Nik, go have fun" Mick said, a small smile on his lips.

"Thank you" Nikki smiled. "Oh! Loooook" he said.

He sat on the edge of Mick's bed and held out a couple things.

"Found these for you" he said, gesturing to the couple of bracelets and chunky rings. "Feel kinda bad, he paid me really good" he shrugged. "But I liked em, and I thought you would too"

"What's wrong?" Mick asked. Nikki's face had gone from rather enthusiastic to confused.

"I just... I don't know if I should keep doing it. I'm just gonna come out and say it, but... I think I really like Tommy, I feel guilty doing this kind of thing still."

"Let me see what I can do about-"

Nick's phone suddenly started to ring again, startling both of them. Nikki picked it up and scrunched his nose.

"It's your fuck-face boss" he sneered.

"Ugh... anyways. Go have fun" Mick shooed Nikki from his room and answered the phone, putting it on speaker, and picking up a book he was mid-way through.

Mick made the mistake of leaving his door partially open. He was getting berated by his boss, which, frankly, he could care less about, but it was just an inconvenience. He wasn't really thinking about much until he saw tuffs of blonde hair in his doorway.

He watched as Vince's head popped from around the doorway as he knocked, pushing the door open a bit.

Mick was too busy 'listening to his boss' and reading a book to really care what sort of shenanigans Vince was up to. He must've slipped in when Nikki went over to Tommy's.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm listening" Mick said, flipping the page in his book.

Vince crept into the room and closed the door behind him. He went up to Mick and straddled his waist. Mick looked up at Vince as he took the book from Mick's hands, using a nearby pencil as a book mark, he read the back of it, grimaced, and then set it down as far away as he could reach.

"Creepy..." he muttered.

Mick paid no mind to Vince for the time being. He was pre occupied huffing and snapping at his boss.

"It's late man, you can yell at me later" he flexed his hands, his forearms still sore and raw from the night before. At least the bleeding had stopped. "I had a pretty shit day yesterday. Aren't you going on a date or some shit? How come you're still bothering me?"