Kristen, a 23 year old struggling college student who just so happens to put herself through college being a stripper, crosses paths with the infamous newly sober Nikki Sixx. whom is exploring his new view of creativity. Nikki owes his old friend...
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i'm sorry. this man is so fine. it's ungodly.
Third Person Pov
Nikki had ignored Kristen for a week after she had told him she had feelings for him. She had seen him in class but he never was too focused on her. He would always come into class talking on the phone and leave talking on the phone.
She felt so embarrassed for telling him now. She wanted to walk up to him and say it was all a joke. But she didn't. She ignored him right back. It physically hurt her so much to look at him these past days and pretend he doesn't exist right back.
Kristen often found herself looking for him at work, hoping he'd pop up like he'd done just a few days earlier. She imagined him showing up with something cheesy like flowers or chocolates and apologizing to her and admitting he does have feelings for her too. She tried to focus on other things like school or her household chores. She did not have any friends, minus Robin her roommate, but she wouldn't really count her as a friend. Everything Kristen did her mind would wonder back to the emerald eyed man that she held so dearly in her heart.
On the eighth day of no contact with Nikki, Kristen had woken up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat. She often had recurring nightmares about her deceased father. They always started out the same, the two of them happy and loving. Then his face would scrunch up into the meanest face and scream at her, calling her a piece of shit daughter and so on. She knew it was the internalized guilt she felt that she has never been able to shake. She was smarter than to believe it and let it completely ruin her. That's what she told herself anyways.
After Kristen had woken up and was headed for class she realized the date for the first time. It was the 5 year anniversary of his death. She knew from that point on, this was going to be one of the worst days of her life. The universe always seemed to be doing this to her, always kicking her while she was down. One unfortunate event after another, always occurring on the same day.
That day she had fallen and scraped her knees like a child. She had spilled her coffee on the ground. Locked her keys in her car, that was a whole ordeal in itself. Her pony tail holder had snapped, leaving her hair a wild mess in the late fall winds. Then she had dropped and spilled her whole book-bag, making all of her papers scattered around the courtyard.
Which leads to now where she is scrambling all over trying to gather all her papers before the wind takes it away. She was almost successful until she dropped her final assignment for Dr. Brown's class she had been working on, the same one Nikki had previously been helping her with. The wind was doing a good job at playing a game of keep away with her. Her eyes were so focused on the ground trying to follow the papers she did not realize there was a body in front of her. She ran right into the persons midsection, earning a loud "ouch" from them. She ignored the protests and reached down to grab her papers when a tattooed hand got to them before her. She froze for a second reading the words on his worn fingers: S I X X
