THE BANDS WITH ME // nikki sixx - mötley crüe

fork you!

"Can I show you some things?" Nikki smiled, holding up his book that one can only assume is one on witchcraft.

"You want to show me...witchcraft?" I asked, with a tone of confusion. "Are you judging me right now?" Nikki joked, tossing the book onto the couch.

"I mean, no- but, Nik...witchcraft?" I winced, being a bit paranoid of things like this. "Witchcraft? Please, Y/N. Witchcraft isn't satanic- most of the time. It's just spells. This is so much more!" He defended as if that would change my thoughts—it just concerned me more, the emotion showing on my face.

"Um, so much more as in worse?" I pinched my eyebrows as Nikki squeamishly nodded his head yes, but he still had that hopeful gleam in his eyes that he always had.

"Then what is it?" I sighed, dropping my shoulders as I gave up on anything slightly sane happening with what my boyfriend is about to show me.

"Satanic black magic." He smiled, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. I reluctantly went and sat down and he tossed a blanket over us, then placed the book on his lap.

I cleared my throat as he started flipping through the book and rambling about things that I couldn't hear over my own thoughts. Why did he have this book? When did he get into this shit? Why does he want to show me? I snap my thoughts out of my head, knowing this is a lot more dramatic than I am making it in my mind and tune into Nikki's spiel. Since I wasn't paying attention to him originally, I was lost on what he was saying.

"So, was that a spell?" I asked, hoping it would tie into the conversation but he just looked at me like I had two heads. "What? No. I was telling you where I got the book." He laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't really paying attention. I got lost in a thought train." I apologized and pushed for him to repeat himself. "I got it from this old second-hand book store off the corner of Hilldave Avenue. It was closing down and was just giving away the books. I found it at the bottom of one of the boxes." He recalled as I nodded my head so he thinks I'm interested.

"Basically there is some crazy shit in here that I want to try out..." He looked over at me with a hopeful expression until I got the hint. "Ah, but you're too pussy to do it alone, so you need me here with you." I smiled, poking fun at the spiky haired man.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, "Well not when you put it that way." I looked back down at the book and rolled my eyes, who believes this shit anyways? "Well, lucky for you Sixx, I don't believe in this witchcraft shit. So go right ahead and watch nothing happen."

"Well, alright then." He nodded as he opened the book and flipped through the pages until he found a ritual that he seemed satisfied to try. "This one." He pointed at the page.

I looked down and read what appeared to be a ritual for summoning a demon. "Is that a fucking demon spell?" I laughed. "Don't fraise it like that, Y/N. We're just going to communicate with the dead." He defended. "Pft, okay. Let me just go get the ouija board-" I started making fun of him. "Okay asshole, if nothing happens, you win. But just watch." He responded and then cleared his throat as I remained quiet, getting ready to make fun of him for this for the rest of his life when it doesn't work.

Nikki began reciting the spell as the book said and then deeply inhaled, "Just wait."

We waited a solid, quiet minute for any sign with no avail.

Nikki sighed and then put the book on the table. "You know, I've really been looking into this shit recently. I thought it would work."

"I told you, that shit isn't real Nikki. And even if it is, why would some dumb, random book you got at a closing bookstore be the real thing? They were obviously closing down because they sold idiotic books like th-" I started before we heard a loud thud in the next room.

Me and Nikki looked at each other, but Nikki had a surprised look on his face while I had a concerned one. "Okay- that was just some coincidence, don't get too excit-" Another sound. But this time it was closer to us and sounded like something had fallen.

I jumped and looked back at Nikki who had a big, dumb smirk plastered in his face. "Okay, you're not funny, Nik. You got me, ha ha. Cut it out." I scoffed, a little scared.

"Babe, I swear I'm not fucking doing anything." He chuckled. "Yes, you are. Where is one of the guys, I know you put one of them behind this." I defended, knowing he was up to something.

"I'm not lying." He laughed, looking around the room to see if anything else would happen. This time when it did, it sounded like heavy footsteps coming down the hallway "Okay, Nikki. Cut the shit. You got me, I'm scared." I squealed.

This time Nikki's expression changed to a more serious one as he looked me dead in the eye. "Y/N, I swear to fucking god I'm not pulling anything. I don't know what that is." Fuck. He's not lying. The dead give away that Nikki is lying is that he won't look you dead in the eyes, and he just did.

"Are you serious?" I hoarsely muttered, to which he nodded. My heart skipped a few beats as my brain tried to wrack itself together.

Suddenly, our cup cupboard flew open in the kitchen and our cups smashed everywhere. I jumped and screamed as Nikki pulled me closer.

"Reverse it! Reserve it now!" I screamed as I glued my eyes shut out of pure terror. "I- I don't know how!" He sputtered, holding me tightly. "What the fuck do you mean you don't know how!" I gasped, as Nikki reached for the book to find a reserve spell.

As he reached for the book, it went flying across the room so he could not grab it. "Fuck!" I yelled, jumping back.

We stayed in that position for a few more minutes, fearing any noise that would come, waiting for this spirits next move.

Soon, the door to the apartment flung open as we stayed silent with our eyes shut as we heard the approaching footsteps that soon stopped right in front of us.

"...What the actual fuck is going on?" We heard a familiar voice say, we looked up to see the face of Tom Zutaut staring in confusion at the kitchen with all the broken cups and back at us curled up on the couch shaking.

"Dude, I've never been so happy to see you." I gasped, still staying in Nikkis right grasp.

"You guys look like you seen a ghost, how much shit are you guys on right now?" Tom asked, looking at the table for any residue, but finding nothing.

"Fucking nothing, man! Strange shit is happening! I said some black magic spell and now shit is being thrown around our apartment!" Nikki frantically defended.

Tom laughed a little and then started to speak, "Seriously? No, you guys are on a shit ton of drugs right now and apparently destroyed all of your cups. Black magic shit isn't-" Tom started before a fork that had been left on the coffee table earlier started floating and sprung up into the ceiling.

"Oh fuck off!" Tom yelled, backing up as he stared at it. "We fucking told you!" I screamed, shaking at this moment.

"Hey, after this experience you aren't still going to name the album Shout With The Devil, right? Because that's why I'm over here, the label sent me over." Tom Nervously said as his voice shook.

"Fuck off man, I think you know the answer!" I yelled, knowing that there is no way I am letting him name the album that.

"...What the fuck is this?!" I heard from the doorway, looking up to see my Aunt Heidi looking down at the kitchen floor to see all of her cups shattered. "What the fuck happened? I come home for my break and see this!" She seethed, looking at me and Nikki.

"Trust me, you wont fucking believe it." I sighed sitting up and putting my head in my hands.

Safe to say the next day we changed the album name to Shout At The Devil and bought some new cups for Heidi.
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sorry this is such a cheap shot and took so long oops