OCTOBER 9th, 1981
Today we were in the studio recording our album which we decided to name after one of the catchiest songs on our album, "Too Fast For Love".
We had already taken the photos for it and the cover too (which is strangely, but not surprisingly - Vince's crotch.) On the back, we're all on the back in signature outfits of ours.
YOUR ALBUM OUTFIT - IF YOU WANT
I had already recorded my parts, and so had Nikki and Tommy. Mick and Vince were taking a little bit longer than us and we had limited time in here, so Vince had gone out to sleep with the secretary for more time.He soon walked back in the room with a gross, boy-ish grin on his face. "How'd it go?" I joked, to which his smile grew bigger.
"It was alright when I wasn't looking at her face." He responded, to which all the guys laughed, I gave him a look of disapproval.
"What time is it?" Vince asked as he crashed down on the couch next to me, I looked up at the clock and told him it was 4pm.
"Awesome, I just bought us up till 7, and we have 4 more hours tomorrow. So we need to hurry." Vince instructed. I looked at him like he was stupid.
"What?" He asked, "Dude, Mick is almost done his parts. You're the one who needs to hurry up." I chuckled.
"She's right, get in there man." Nikki smiled at us then he snorted a line. "Hey, let me get a line of that!" Vince cheered, but Nikki quickly pulled the tray away. "After you do your part." Nikki teased as I laughed in agreement.
Not ever in my life before- or in the future, had I ever seen Vince Neil run into a room as fast as he did. (Unless he was running from his wife, me, our managers or authority.)
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OCTOBER 13th, 1981We just finished a gig at the Whiskey, and we decided to party here tonight instead of at the house.
I was dancing with Vince and Tommy, when I noticed Nikki was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Sixx?" I shouted over the music, Vince was to drunk to comprehend the question, so he just responded with "Yes.", just like he had been responding ever since after the show.
"Over there!" Tommy pointed, when I saw him talking to a blonde girl. "Who is he talking to?" My voice spiked with jealousy. He was smiling- well, more smirking. I soon saw him stick out his tongue and the girl put a small white pill on it.
At this point I had stopped dancing, and I was just staring. She soon turned her head back for a second, and holy shit.
It was Lita fucking Ford. One of the members of what once was The Runaways. "Come on, Y/N. Nikki shares shit with people all the time as long as it gets him fucked up." Tommy tried to comfort my obvious distress.
"Yeah, but do you realize who that is?" I sighed. "Uh...nope. She looks like every other bitch in here. The only difference between you guys is that you're in performance clothes with brown hair." Tommy chuckled.
"Wow, real nice way to flatter me and make me think I'm different." I joked, to the best I could at this time.
Me and Nikki had tried to go back to normal, but my feelings for him hasn't gone away. It just caused hurt.
"I think I'm gonna head home." I told the guys. "Why? L/N, we're having a sick time here dude!" Tommy bargained.
"I just want to go home, Vince, you comin?" I asked my ride or die, to which he mumbled and grabbed his coat off the chair and we soon left after saying our goodbyes to Tommy and Mick.
On our walk home he had his arm around my shoulder, not in that way, he was just to drunk to walk properly.
"Alright, climb through the window." I told Vince once we got to the apartment. He eventually did it, but it took him about 5 minutes and ended up with him crashing onto the floor. I crawled in after him and went and sat on the couch with him.
"W-Wh-Why are you sulking?" Vince slurred, talking about my obvious pout.
"I don't even know, I saw Nikki talking to Lita Ford and I lost it, I shut down." I whined to which Vince just chuckled. "It'll be fine, just sleep it off. You'll be the only one who remembers even being there by the time morning comes around." He comforted and put his arm around me for a half-hug.
I leaned into the hug and just sighed, he was probably right. Soon, me and Vince both fell asleep on the couch.
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I woke up to the the smell of bacon and the sun beating into my eyes. someone had just opened up the blinds, probably the first time they were ever opened.This awoke Vince too, as he started stirring and eventually opened his mouth. "The fuck is going on?!"
"I'm making breakfast." I heard the person reply, which my brain automatically recognized as Nikki. I quickly opened my eyes as well as Vince to see Nikki actually cooking breakfast.
"Do you guys want eggs with the bacon?" Nikki asked with a smile on his face and me and Vince quickly walked over to the counter.
"What's got you making breakfast with a smile on your face this morning?" Vince asked, but I followed up with a better question. "Uh- I think the real question is where and when did we get bacon?"
Nikki looked over at us and responded to me. "Please, the neighbours haven't been home in like three days and the dumbasses left a key under their mat. I also took their Milk, canned food and fifty dollars."
"Yeah, okay. Back to my question." Vince cut in, to which Nikki's smile grew. "I met a great chick last night, you guys gotta meet her."
My heart dropped a little bit, I knew I should've spoke up when I could've. "Oh..who?" I asked, still remembering all of last night.
"It's not big deal, but Lita fucking Ford." Nikki chuckled. "Oh." Vince responded, trying to side with me but I knew he was bursting on the inside.
"Yeah, we're going out on Saturday night. It's not a date, but I'm hoping to pull out a move, if you know what I mean." Nikki elaborated, to which I said "Ugh." At his remark and Vince just nodded, still bursting at excitement.
Maybe this is the beginning of the end for us.
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