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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BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER: please keep in mind this is FICTIONAL. nothing in this chapter relates anything to their real lives. it just worked out in the story plot together in my opinion ◡̈
Kristen still had her home phone in her hand 10 minutes after her phone call with the tall drummer. She had been sitting in the same spot, looking at the same picture on her nightstand. The picture was of her and Nikki smiling.
She had tears in her eyes but they would never fall, they stayed in place, blurring her vision. The sound of her cat jumping on her bed pulled her out of the trance she had been in. She dropped the phone and looked over at her cat that was looking back at her.
"I think I did something bad Lola," it came out as a whisper, more of her telling herself she messed up rather than informing her cat because, well she was a cat. She hugged her knees for a second more before standing up to change clothes.
"Too late to call it off now," She scolded herself as she dug through her closet for fresh clothes. Situations like these are exactly why she never liked to act on impulse. She ended up with biker shorts and a spaghetti-strap cropped tank top, she also threw an oversized flannel over the top. She walked over to her mirror and started shaking her head while throwing her long honey-blonde hair into a clip. She sat on the bed, slipped on her converses, and rubbed Lola a few times before her eyes danced to her nightstand. She scooted over to it and thought about picking up the phone to call it off, but he was already on his way.
Tommy had insisted on picking up the blonde beauty saying it was gentleman-like as if they weren't about to have a one-night stand. She heard a loud knock at her door and dropped her face in her hands and sighed. She looked at the framed picture through her fingers and the events flashed back to her. She shot up and stormed towards her door, only to pivot right back around and slam the picture frame face down. "Prick." She muttered to herself. She walked to the door with her head held high and confident until she pulled it open and made eye contact with her booty call of the night. He had one arm resting on the door frame and a goofy smile on his face.
"Your place or mine?" She asked motioning towards her home. Tommy smiled and shook his head, pulling Kristen to step out and follow him. As they walked closer Kristen saw the gaudy sports car he had. Motley boys and their stupid cars
Tommy opened the door for her, still not saying a word but still smiling. He started his engine with a roar and pulled out heading to his home.
"I was surprised you call," Tommy said as he dropped a hand on her leg. Kristen looked at the large hand on her leg and then back to him. She questioned him why he felt that way. "Well, I lied a little when I said you and Sixx were a rumor. I knew you two were a thing. He told me few days before I split from the band. He still talks about you from time to time to me" Kristen's head snapped to him with the news she was now hearing.
