when an elegant young supermodel meets a messed up young man through a childhood best friend.
her name was Valentina Montana and his happened to be Tommy fucking Lee.
what's the worst that can happen?
We finally arrived in the state of Los Angeles. Vince had found us a small three bedroom apartment and we had settled in.
I do not miss my hometown whatsoever. This feels like a fresh new start for me.
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"Val, we should go on a beer run tonight" Nikki suggests as we're all sitting on the couch. Mick working on some lyrics, Vince's eyes glued to the television and Tommy just watching me and Nikki have a conversation.
Lately, me and Nikki have grown even closer than before. Maybe it's simply the way we empathize with each other, since we've both seen each other go through a bunch of tough shit.
"Sure, Nik." I agree, looking at him.
I could feel Tommy tense up with jealousy as I could see his brows ever so slightly furrowing after my response to Nikki.
And I was not even delusional, Tommy was not happy with how close me and Nikki have become. He's practically told that to my face in private before.
"Can I tag along?" Tommy finally speaks.
"Um,," Nikki mumbles, glancing at me, not wanting to give him a response himself.
"Maybe another time, Tommy." I tell him, calmly.
Before I break eye contact with him, I can clearly see the enviousness in his eyes.
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Me and Nikki had agreed to go out at 10, so I must start getting ready at about 8 or something.
It's 7:45 so I went to get a quick shower to freshen myself up since I haven't slept in days, weeks maybe even. I can't even tell.
I finish up with my makeup and hair, rummaging through my now small closet attempting to find a good outfit to wear. I settled on a black dress combined with sunglasses and high velvet boots.
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This'll do for sure.
I walk out of my room to find Nikki in the kitchen.
"Nik, are we going?" I ask as it now is 9:30 in the evening.
"Yeah, I'll just finish up my food" He tells me, pointing at the plate in front of him.
I walk around the small flat for a few minutes until I round a corner and am pulled into a bedroom by someone.
