The Rockstar's Girlfriend - Mötley Crüe FanFictions

❤️~Communication is Key {Vince Neil}

*This first imagine is short. Mainly just a test to see how I'm going ❤️

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Vince was going through some things right now. As much as I knew he wanted to hide it, he couldn't. I've known Vince since 1980, when the band got together. I became friends with the Crüe quickly, and they were my best friends.

Vince and I started to catch feelings for each other during the "Shout At The Devil" tour, and one night when we were drunk, we ended up sleeping together, and confessing feelings to each other the following morning.

We had promised each other that in this relationship, we would talk to each other. We would communicate, and not hide from each other. We swore not to shut each other out, and we promised to be the most supportive to each other as much as we possibly can.

Vince was told just a few days ago that he was kicked out of the band, and it was both devastating to Vince and I. I never would have thought that it was Nikki's idea. Tommy's maybe, but Nikki? I didn't want to think about it.

I turned to look out over the counter, and to where my boyfriend was sitting. His hands in his head, his legs shaking, and his breathing heavy. He was upset, but I couldn't blame him.

I was going to step forwards to talk to him, when the phone rang, startling me. I picked it up, placing it against my ear and muttering, "Hello?"

"Y/n." The voice of Mick Mars said.

"Oh, hello Mick," I said, leaning against the counter and crossing my free arm over my stomach. The line was silent. Mick was probably thinking.

"How is he?" He asked.

"Not so great. He's really upset, Mick. That was his band, his family-"

"I swear to you, Y/n, I didn't want this to happen," Mick said. "This was all Nikki and Tommy. I really didn't want to get in the way of anything. I just thought I'd call you and let you know."

"Thank you, Mick," I said, softly.

"Go take care of 'em," Mick said. "As much as I fucking hate to admit it, I'm going to miss him. He's my brother. Just make sure he knows that, okay?"

"Of course," I said. "Thank you, again."

"Call me later, okay?"

"Okay,"

I hung up the phone, then making my way to Vince. As I sat down, he instantly nuzzled into me, letting out a sob.

"Oh, Vince," I muttered, tangling my fingers into his blonde hair.

"What'd I do?" Vince sobbed. "It can't be because of Razzle-that-that was a-almost t-ten fucking years ago. W-what'd I do, Y-Y/n? W-what'd I do?"

"Nothing, Vinnie, nothing at all," I reassured.

"Then w-why do they h-hate me s-so m-much?" Vince cried. "N-Nikki's o-out there saying t-the fucking band is b-better w-without m-me, and I'm s-starting to t-think h-he's right."

"They don't hate you, Vince," I said, stroking the blonde's hair. "Mick doesn't hate you. He loves you, Vince. He wasn't apart of any of this. But you know Mick, he doesn't want to be apart of anything. It's hard for him. He's sick. This was all Nikki and Tommy, please believe me."