wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

3. tommy lee .

( Valentina's POV )

Who the fuck was this and why does this shit always happen to me?
He stood against the door frame with a cigarette in between his lips. Perhaps, it was the wrong house, maybe Vincent had moved away? I doubt it.

I was so disoriented in my thoughts that this guy's voice didn't even enter my mind at first—
"Hello?" He said, looking up and down at me with quite a concerned look on his face. "Does a Vincent live here by any chance?" I asked him, awkwardly.

I'm never ever awkward with people, in fact, I don't give enough of a shit to overthink my words and sentences. What was wrong with me today? Why did I care so much about what this completely random guy thought of me?
"Uh, yes, this is his house i'm just a friend. Who exactly are you?" The black haired man asked me.
"I'm his friend." I answered with honesty. I mean, what else could I possibly say to that anyway? It's true, I am his friend. Nothing strange about that.
"Oh alright, let me get him for you" He told me as he dragged his body away from the door, further into the house, apparently looking for Vince. I should be more worried about meeting Vince again, not whoever this is.

Vince came running to the door and hugged me so tight I genuinely could not physically breathe.
"Oh my fucking god, I've missed you so much" he told me, excitedly.
"I've missed you too, Vince" Making eye contact with his friend, staring right back at me. Something in his facial expression wasn't right,, something about it just felt wrong. It's like that judgeful look your teacher would give you in 7th grade when you'd be late to class.
"So I see you've met Tommy already" Vince stated.
"Apparently." I said while still staring right into this guy's eyes, whose name now i knew was Tommy.
A name I never knew would be glued to my brain for the rest of my life, twelve hours a day.

After what felt like an eternity, Vince finally pulled away and looked at me. Me, finally breaking the intense eye contact with Tommy to look at Vince was the biggest relief I've felt in ages. Vince turns away from me to Tommy. "That's Val, my bestest best friend. Val meet Tommy, Tommy meet Val."
He didn't even bother to say anything, not that i'm surprised.

"Well, I'm going to make something for you guys so we could maybe have a dinner together" Vince said while hurrying off into his house. I never saw him as the cooking type so this definitely came as a surprise to me. Maybe, just maybe he meant he was going to heat up some leftovers and make us eat it. Not so sure about anything anymore.

"So, Val, what are you doing here anyway?"
"First of all, call me by my full name which is Valentina. You and me do not know each other. Second of all, Vince has been my best friend since fucking middle school so I just came to see how he's been after all these years." I spat back at him, coming off as a lot more rude than i meant to.
I walked past him while bumping into his shoulder.
I don't know why my first instinct was to come off as some cold blooded asshole. This was definitely the beginning of my year of chaos.

Sitting at the dinner table with Vince and Tommy was the most unpleasant experience i've had this year, for sure. I was trying to finish my food as quick as possible so I'd get away, but I realized that there was no way out of this because Vince just kept making conversation and wouldn't leave us alone.
Why in the actual fuck did he have to be here, couldn't I just enjoy some alone time with my best friend?

A lot didn't happen at the dinner table, other than the fact that it was just purely awkward. I could feel Tommy's eyes burning right into me and it severely bothered me. Now I'm unpacking my stuff in a guest room in Vincent's house, I've been expecting Tommy to step in at any moment like they always do in the movies but I guess this is real life and he isn't going to care enough to waste another moment trying to talk to me just for me to cuss him out again.

What bothered me the most, was that Tommy was actually very attractive. I can't even fucking dislike a person in peace anymore. I don't want to walk past him or even simply see him again because of how unfortunately good-looking he is. Black long wavy hair, piercings, dark eyes, tattoos, leather jackets and that gorgeous gleam in his eyes. I just couldn't get enough of it. I didn't want to ever see him again, but whenever he happened to be around I couldn't resist to just solely stare at him. And the problem was, he'd stare back.

02/05/1981

I've been living at Vincent's place for the past month now. Me and Tommy haven't spoken a single word to each other; only occasionally when we really had to. I walk past him everyday, we make eye contact and say nothing. It's been like this for an entire month now and I don't know how long I can tolerate this, the tension between us is killing me.
But, of course, I'll just keep quiet until he finally says something about it.

(A few days later)

"Hey Val, remember when I told you I wanted to start a band?" Vince asks me as I'm laying on the couch, smoking a cigarette.
"Yeah? What about it?" I respond.
"Well I met this guy Nikki like a few days ago, he's a friend of Tommy and well, it happens so that he plays bass and apparently knows some guy who plays the electric guitar as well. Plus Tommy plays the drums. This could definitely work out, what do you think?"
Jesus, Tommy really isn't going anywhere.
"Well, if that's what you want to do then i say go for it" I tell him encouragingly.
"Alright, well I'd want you to meet him sometime, I mean you are a big part of my life, you know that?"
"Yeah of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't even be here, I think."
"So what do you say, wanna meet him sometime with me and Tommy?" He asks me the final question.
"Sure, why not."
This was going to lead to disaster.