ೃ⁀➷ ❝ You're in the [ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 ], I'm in the [ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. Nobody's [ 𝐬𝐨𝐧 ], nobody's [ 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. ❞ - Lana Del Rey
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Violet Vienna and Nikki Sixx, two broken halves, who fit perfectly. Although they claime...
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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘, smirking, knowing what we did? I was never one to follow rules, but this could put both bands in jeopardy. If Nikki and I were, potentially, to get together, we would be in the honeymoon phase for about a day. Nikki would pick up a girl from the sunset strip, and that would be the end of it. Nikki wasn't a faithful man. Sure, he was a rockstar thriving in the eighties, but he was also at his worst. Constantly high on some sort of drug, or drunk off his ass. Me—being an addict—didn't exactly help the situation.
We were screwed.
"Tommy. Can I talk to you? Now." I basically dragged Tommy away like a dog, I could tell he put the pieces together. I mean, who wouldn't? Our necks were both badly bruised, punctured even. If the rest of the guys didn't know by now, they were blind.
"Wha- Lottie. What the fuck?" He groaned as I yanked him into the family bathroom.
"Don't you dare say anything." I pointed in his face, as the once shocked look on his face, smoothly turned into a smirk.
"So you did fuck him?" He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
"No- well...yeah." I groaned, releasing Tommy from my grapple and placing both hands on the sink.
"I knew it!" T-bone clapped, practically shouting.
"Keep your voice down, how the fuck did you know?" Still, a grin remained on his face as he leaned on the door.
"It was pretty obvious. Sixx came out of the bathroom grinning ear to ear. It was like his whole demeanour had changed," Tommy wiggled his eyebrows, "You came out of that bathroom acting the complete opposite." He continued.
"Yeah well no shit! This could fuck everything up!" I slammed my palm into the smooth, sleek sink.
"What are you so afraid of?" Tommy chuckled, grasping my shoulders gently.
"I'm not afraid of anything." I denied, avoiding all contact with his pupils. He rocked me gently, attempting to get my attention.
"Pshhh, bullshit." He bent down to my level, staring deep into my eyes.
"You're scared of admitting your romantic feelings for Sixx." He nodded towards the door, as it started vibrating, caused by someone pounding on it.
"T-bone?! Vi?! You in here?!" I jumped, as Tommy thrusted open the door, revealing Nikki who shot us an odd look.
"Having ptsd, Sixx?" Tommy winked before skipping out the door down the hall.
Nikki took this as his opportunity to step in and lock the door behind him.
"Get out. Now." I told him firmly, resulting in him leaning back onto the door, glancing down at me.
"We have to talk about it." He pointed out the obvious. No shit, obviously we had to talk about it. But I wasn't ready for this.
"No." I told him simply, his teeth glistened as he smirked—rubbing his hand over his mouth. I went to reach for the door behind him, as he grabbed my forearm.
"You're being stubborn again, aren't you?" His hot skin burned my arm, as the heat traveled to my face.
"Nikki, I'm not doing this right now. Come by my hotel room later." I softly, but firmly, removed my arm from his grasp.
He hesitated for a moment, before slowly, but surely, moving out of the way. Immediately I pulled open the door, as I lumbered down the hallway, leaving Nikki behind.
As I approached the stage I noticed Mick sipping a bottle of vodka, eyeing my neck. I avoided his gaze, I loved attention, but not this type of attention. I heard Nikki slowly trailing behind me as I stamped up the stairs to the stage. When suddenly a roadie approached me with my guitar, helping me put it over my shoulder. I grabbed the cord to plug in my guitar, swiftly clicking it in. Here we fuckin' go.
𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗞𝗜
My eyes wouldn't leave her all of soundcheck. I even managed to slip up, screwing up 'On With The Show.' She sat in the seats, along with Milo, Jett, Harley and Jesse—paying absolutely zero attention to me. But still, all my attention was on her. She obviously wanted nothing to do with me, but I was determined, I was determined to get her to look at me the same way I look at her.
I fiddled with her key between my fingers, tapping my foot against the marble floor of the elevator. Finally, it dinged after what felt like years of standing in the small room. The doors slid open, causing me to immediately slip out of the elevator. Quickly, I lumbered down the hallway.
Door seven.
My eyes flicked through the doors, looking for the all too familiar number.
Door seven.
Bingo. I knocked momentarily, as she shouted at the door.
"Come in!" I heard her through the mahogany door.
Instantly I thrusted my key in the keyhole, twisting it until it clicked, and immediately entering. She sat on her bed, guitar in her lap as she plucked at the strings.
"Trying to write new material?" I questioned, plopping down onto the seat across from her bed.
"Always." She replied, keeping her gaze on the white guitar in her lap. The blonde seemed a lot calmer than earlier, she was often overstimulated though. So I see why.
"What motivated you?" I picked at the arm rests of the chair, watching a smirk make itself at home on her face.
"Let's just say I had someone in mind."
— 𝗦𝗜𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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