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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Kristen pov
Nikki and I never really did verbally makeup after the incident at the club. I think we both just kind of assumed we were okay because we just kept going on like regular.
The longing stares in Dr. Brown's class, the stolen moments we had in between our busy schedules. For a while, it was enough for me. It was exciting, sneaking around. Until I realized, why exactly are we even sneaking around?
The more I thought about it the less sense it made to me every day. We were both single adults who very much consented to everything we are doing. The semester was getting close to ending, meaning Nikki was coming to class less and less so that wasn't the issue. I was beyond tired of being a booty call for him. If I was going to be spending this much time with someone, who I know for a fact feels the same for me, something else should happen.
But also at the same time, I just really didn't care. I was so busy. So busy that I could even remember what day it was. I run on fumes every day.
It was close to 3 AM when I got home tonight, or this morning. I was so tired I was walking crooked. I dropped my shit and flopped on my bed face first. I started to relax finally, and then my phone started ringing. I rolled over and look at it and screamed into my pillow and decided to ignore it for sleep. The ringing stopped leaving me in silence and I sighed contently. Then the phone started ringing again.
"What the fuck!" I screamed at the phone like it could hear me. I groaned and snatched it off the hook.
"What." I know that sounded harsh to the poor soul on the other line but it's 3 AM for god's sake. Then I heard the deep chuckle on the other line. I take my previous statement back, not a poor soul.
"Well hello to you too." I could hear the smile in his voice and it made my stomach feel so sickly happy. I hummed in response. The line went quiet for a moment.
"So I have this idea for a song." I rolled my eyes and rubbed my face as Nikki rambled on about some idea he has to write about dogs. I was even listening at this point.
"Nikki it's like 3:30 in the morning why are you calling me about a song?" I heard some rustling around on the other end of the line and then a small tongue click. I smiled thinking about the possibility of him sitting on his couch with papers scattered around him and him in pajama pants.
"I think I'm gonna name it 'Treat Me Like The Dog I Am'. That's pretty badass." He then continued to babble on about the song more, completely avoiding my question. I pulled the phone away from my ear and silently screamed.
