Same Ol' Situation || Nikki Sixx

Eight ✩ Bitch

In the days following our roller-skating adventure, life became a whirlwind.

The guys were riding high on the success of their first gig, and I found myself more entwined in the band's dynamics.

Despite Nikki's occasional detachment, there was an unspoken understanding that we were all part of what could be our future together. 

One evening, as the guys gathered for a band practice, the apartment buzzed with creative energy. Instruments were tuned, and ideas flowed freely.

Surprisingly, Nikki, despite his increasingly arrogant personality, seemed more engaged, revealing a passion that went beyond his tough exterior.
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As the boys sat in the living room, Nikki strumming a simple bassline, the door swung wide, revealing a familiar silhouette crowned with long, flowing hair—it was none other than Vince's girlfriend, Leah.

She entered the room with an air of self-assuredness that could rival any rock star. Vince, always the affectionate one, greeted her with a kiss, but her discerning eyes quickly surveyed the room, pinpointing me.

"Well, well, look who's here," she sneered, her gaze brimming with disdain.

"Hey, Leah," Vince attempted, taking hold of her hand and attempting to pull her onto the couch next to him.

Paying no mind to him and freeing her hand, she zeroed in on me, a cunning smile playing on her lips. "Still hanging around, huh? Don't you have your own life to live?"

I shrugged off her attempts to rile me up, deciding not to take the bait. My focus shifted to the band, who carried on with their practice, seemingly unperturbed by Leah's presence.

Despite my efforts to ignore her, Leah's disdainful eyes continued to trail my every move. I couldn't help but ponder the source of her bitchiness. Was it fueled by jealousy, insecurity, or just a general hate to anyone who seemed to divert Vince's attention?

During the break, Leah approached me, her voice dripping with condescension. "You think you're special, huh? Just another groupie trying to get close to the boys."

I took a deep breath, determined not to let her affect my composure. "I'm here because I'm friends with them. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Well, you always seem to be wrapped around Tommy," she remarked with a sarcastic smile, raising a brow.

Before the situation could escalate further, Vince intervened, putting an arm around Leah. "Come on, babe, don't be such a bitch."

Leah shot me a parting glare before taking a seat on the couch on the other side of the room. The tension dissipated only slightly as the band resumed their practice.

However, this encounter lingered in the back of my mind.

Vince's relationship with Leah was clearly complicated, and her animosity toward me only added another layer of tension to the already intense atmosphere.

I couldn't help but wonder how Vince could be attracted to someone so uptight.
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The following week, as the guys prepared for another practice, I couldn't shake off the feeling of impending drama.

Vince had assured all of us that Leah's outbursts were temporary, but I couldn't help but worry about the impact she was having.

No one other than Vince felt the need to keep Leah around, but being his girlfriend, Vince had the last say about her. 

The apartment, once again, seemed to brighten up as the band conversed music. Mick's guitar wailed, Tommy's drums pounded, and Nikki's basslines reverberated through the walls.

This time, though, there was an undercurrent of tension as we prayed that the category five hurricane disguised as a woman wouldn't show up.

As if Satan had doomed us all, while Mick strummed a few first chords of a new song idea, the door swung open once more, and in walked Leah.

This time, she didn't bother with greetings; her eyes immediately locked onto me, and a sinister smile played on her lips.

"Still here, huh?" she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

I kept my focus on the band, determined not to let Leah's theatrics derail the practice (or provoke me to knock her lights out). But I could feel the weight of her gaze, a constant reminder of the storm brewing beneath the surface.

The guys played on, attempting to drown out the tension with their music.

Nikki, in particular, appeared even more immersed in his bass, using the music as an escape from the impending confrontation. I couldn't blame him; the band was his sanctuary, and Leah's presence threatened to disrupt it.

Nikki hadn't spoken to me much after getting drunk the other night, as if I had done something wrong. I just couldn't for the life of me, put my finger on what that could have been. 

During a break, Leah approached me once more. "You must really enjoy being around all this music. Or are you just trying to get close to Vince?"

I took a deep breath, frustration threatening to cause an outburst. "I've said it before—I'm here for the music. Vince is just my friend, like the rest of the guys."

However, Leah wasn't content with my response. She persisted, taunting and mocking, attempting to provoke a reaction.

Sensing the escalating tension, Vince stepped in once again, guiding Leah away with promises of a quickie later.

I scoffed at how his pathetic attempt at shooing Leah had actually worked. My gaze followed as she skulked off to the kitchen, with her metaphorical haunches standing on end.

As the door closed behind her, a heavy silence settled over the room. The band exchanged glances, each member silently acknowledging the disruption Leah brought.

The boys began talking about a new song, but their flow seemed strained, as if the creativity had been interrupted.

The practice continued, but the energy was different. The once-fluid collaboration felt stilted, and the unspoken worry hung in the air.

Vince's personal life was seeping into the band dynamics, and I couldn't help but wonder how this would affect their journey, their music.
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In the aftermath of the practice, the guys gathered to discuss the elephant in the room. It was clear that Leah's presence was impacting the band, and a decision had to be made. Vince, torn between his personal life and the band, faced a difficult choice.

"I don't know, man!" Vince shook his blonde head, dragging his fingers through his blonde locks. "You're right, she can be a bitch-"

He was interrupted by a snort from Nikki and a look from Mick.

"She's more than a bitch, Vinnie." Nikki pushed some stray hair from his eyes, "She's a fucking cow."  

"Well, she's got good head-game," he continued, a slight smirk on his face.

Tommy and Nikki whooped, thumping Vince on the back and laughing.

"Trust you to say that!" Nikki held his sides, wiping his mouth with his hand and taking a deep breath. "Well, I don't think any of us like her."

All of us argued for at least half an hour back and forth about Leah. No one really seemed to like her, Mick straight up calling her a toxic bitch.

Vince somehow managed to shut them all down by saying he wouldn't invite her over during band practice, so that no one had to deal with her. The only reason he was keeping her around was for pussy (in his own words).