𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘅 ~ 𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 🤍

• 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 🩷

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Y/N's POV, 1988

The first thing I thought when I woke up was 'shit', it wasn't ever the first word to usually pop into my head however it was warranted today because when I woke up naked next to my best friend of ten years, Nikki Sixx. It was definitely a moment where swearing was warranted.

I mean it isn't just a thing that happens, you don't just fuck your best friend, yeah, I know bombshell but it's even worse than that- I never even knew I saw Nikki like that until last night because when he kissed me it felt right, I was too caught up in the moment last night to think about it and to think about the consequences, I just wanted him and now, this morning I'm left wondering how the hell I felt so strongly for Nikki in a way I hadn't even known was possible.

I was so confused about why I let last night happen and why I went with it the way I did without a seconds hesitation. I know it sounds stupid that I didn't know I had feelings for Nikki until he kissed me but it's exactly what happened.

There were things I wanted to talk through with Nikki, for clarification as I was mess of emotions.

Waking up this morning, I checked to make sure Nikki wasn't conscious and he wasn't and that gave me a chance to think about last night, now I'm just waiting for him to wake up so I can talk to him.

In the mean time I'd also tried to figure out when I caught feelings for Nikki, and drew up a blank because I didn't know those feelings existed until twelve hours ago. All I could remember was maybe for the last year or so I had started to get bothered by the female attention Nik gets and looking at him maybe a little bit longer than usual but that's about all I could think of.

Maybe I should have picked up on these things I was doing, especially the way I felt at Christmas when Nikki overdosed, leaving me to think he was dead for a couple of hours before he called me to tell me he was okay, he said that I was the only person he was calling and I could pass the message onto anyone else.

I did that before going to his place and cursing him out then breaking down and the two of us huddled on the floor clinging to each other. I'd never felt as heartbroken as I did when I heard Nikki was dead or as relieved as I did when he called and said he was alive.

We'd known one another for just a little over ten years, me being one of the first people he befriended here in LA, we'd been close ever since then and, he really knew how to set my nerves into overdrive.

After that second run in with death, Nikki swore to get clean and now he is, finally facing his problem straight on. He'd been out of rehab now for nine weeks, he was attending a twice weekly therapy sessions and had been for seven of those nine weeks.

I was very happy that he was getting his life in order and had supported him as much as I could knowing he needs it.

I cared for him, I cared for him more than I cared for anyone and I'd always loved him, I just didn't know I loved him like that.

By the time Nikki actually woke up, I'd probably been thinking for close to half an hour and got no further forward, I was just more lost, I'd feel better I think when I saw Nikki wasn't disgusted, I was expecting him to have the same thoughts I had and just prayed he didn't think what happened was a mistake as that'd do more damage than this already has.