When Angie turned 23, she moved from a small town in Wyoming to Los Angeles, hoping to leave her shitty life behind and start over. Hollywood is the beacon for everyone who wants to make it in the entertainment industry, hoping to become successful...
Words: 7.8k+ (oops) Warnings: strong language, smut, unprotected sex. A/N: found some time to do some writing during tour. Exhausted after being on the road for over 10 hours traveling from the UK across the channel into Europe. So managed to squeeze in some down time and do some writing for y'all. But concert mayhem is gonna start again soon so please bear with me! There are some familiar folks making an appearance in this chapter. I hope you enjoy!
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LOS ANGELES, JULY 4, 1983
Angie was standing in front of the full length mirror of their bedroom as she checked out the black bikini she was wearing. She wasn't sure about it, it looked nice but maybe she should opt for red or blue since it was the Independence Day.
"Ange, we're running late!" Nikki called from downstairs. "I'm coming!" She yelled back, not even nearly finished yet. "Shit." She mumbled to herself as she checked herself out in the mirror once more. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt like she was showing a little bump. Nah, that wasn't possible after about only one month, right? It was probably only in her head. This also reminded her how she should get a checkup appointment at the doctors. Luckily her morning sicknesses hadn't been too bad today, so fingers crossed she'd feel alright for the rest of the day. It was going to be a long day, first the Playboy party and then Tommy's pool party.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she quickly removed the black bikini and tried on the red one. She was just putting on her top as the bedroom door swung open.
"You're not even dressed yet?" Nikki said in disbelief. "I've already done my hair and makeup, I just need to decide on a bikini." Angie said and looked in the mirror again. "Babe, you've been up here for like two hours and you only did your hair and makeup? We need to go. We're already late." Nikki sighed. He wasn't that punctual himself, so the fact he was annoyed said enough. "Okay, I think I like this one." She nodded, ignoring what he said and threw on a short white dress. "You look amazing, let's go." Her boyfriend said, about to walk out of the door again. "No, wait, this is like super see through, I don't like it with the red bikini underneath." Angie said and started taking off the dress again. Nikki sighed deeply and ran a hand over his face. "Are you kidding me? You're going to take it off there anyways, who cares?" "I do, it's fucking Playboy, I'm playmate of the month, I need to look good." The blonde said and put on some denim shorts and a leopard print tank top. "This is great, love the outfit. Let's go now, honey." Nikki quickly said, hoping to convince her. "Yeah, I think I'm happy with this," She nodded before grabbing all her stuff and putting it in her purse. "Which sunglasses though?" "Oh, for fucks sake." Nikki mumbled and lay his head back in his neck, pressing his eyes closed for a second in frustration. "Hm, maybe these black Ray-bans. Yeah, those are cute. Okay I'm ready!" She finally said. "Amazing! Now let's hurry the fuck up before Hugh Hefner himself kicks us off his property because we're one week late to the fucking party." He said and started making his way down the stairs. "You can be so dramatic." Angie sighed as she followed behind him.
