ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 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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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 quiet to say the least, I mean, not quiet at all actually.
The boys were constantly bringing different girls home, almost every night. The amount of groupies have extremely increased too, making the situation a whole lot worse. Girls were constantly in and out of the house, most never coming back again. I've finally decided to get my own place, now that I have the money to. I walked down the streets of California, a cigarette between my lips and a big bulky pair of sunglasses on my face. My leather heels clicked the sidewalk, as the paparazzi were in sight.
So far, I hadn't had any trouble with the paparazzi's, so far. I heard the camera's click as they began hollering across the street.
"Violet!" They chanted my name, trying to get my attention. Simply I stuck up my middle finger, covering my face with my other hand.
I had a few places to go today, and I swear to god, if the paparazzi's follow me, I'll fucking kill them.
I pushed open the door to the record store, stepping on my cigarette before entering. The store was packed, people were conversing loudly as I flicked through the records. When a young girl tapped me on the shoulder.
"You're Violet Vienna...right?" She timidly squeaked.
"Yeah." I nodded as I saw my album gripped between her hands. "Do you want me to sign it?" I pulled out a marker that was stuffed in my bra, yanking off the cap with my teeth.
"Please?" She shyly handed me the record, as I grinned.
"What's your name?" I paused, moving my sunglasses onto my head so I could get a better look at her. She was beautiful.
"Daisy." She stuttered, as she looked extremely shocked. I surrounded my autograph—along with the cute little message—with tiny hearts, before handing her the record.
"Thank you." She grinned, analyzing the text on the album. I smiled at her, she looked so...innocent. Her bare face and her natural hair, she couldn't have been older than sixteen.
"No, thank you." I smiled softly, as she shot me a thankful smile before rushing out the door. I watched her leave, god please, don't let anyone ruin her.
"You too famous for me?" A voice echoed behind me, as I quickly turned around, as there stood the man I thought I'd never see again.
"Nikki?" I softly questioned, slightly grinning. He grinned in return as I threw myself into his arms.
"The one and only." He shrugged cockily, embracing me in a hug.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I pulled away, shoving him softly.
"I could ask you the same thing." He smirked, flipping through the records in front of us. Although it had only been a week since I'd seen him last, it almost felt like his face was unfamiliar.
"Well, I was looking for...this!" I pulled out Fleetwood Mac's album, Rumours. I was broke as fuck, and now that I actually had some cash to spend, I was for sure spending it on my favourite album.
"Fleetwood Mac, huh?" Nikki grinned slightly, "You're that kinda girl."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, confused.
"I thought you'd be more of a Metallica kinda girl." He looked me up and down.
"It's because of the way I dress, isn't it?" I sigh, grabbing my record and making my way to the counter, with Nikki trailing behind me.
"Mmm, nope." He sarcastically shrugged, placing Def Leppard's new album, Pyromania, on the counter, along with mine.
"It's on me." He pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to the cashier—who looked astonished.
"No, Nikki I'll pay-" I started, "It's on me, Vi." He cut me off, grinning. I scoffed, slapping his shoulder as the cashier handed us our bag containing both records.
Nikki grabbed it, pushing past me—grinning—with the bag. Motherfucker. I groaned, following him out the door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I caught up to him, he simply shot me a mischievous smile and continued walking down the sidewalk.
"Nik?" I shoved him, as his gaze remained ahead of him.
"Nikki!" I hit him again, which caused him to finally look at me.
"There's a party tomorrow, my apartment, and you and the rest of the guys are coming." He stated, it wasn't even a question. He was just informing me what I was supposedly doing.
"Am I now?" I reached for the bag as we continued walking down the sidewalk, to which Nikki ripped it away.
"Yes, you are." He held the bag teasingly above my head, out of my reach with a huge grin on his face.
"Nikki." I told him sternly as I reached for the bag.
Simply he sent me a knowing look. Fuck me.
"Fine, I am going. Now give it." I rolled my eyes as he grinned, handing me the bag. I pulled my record out, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, babe." I winked at him before crossing the busy street.
𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗞𝗜
I watched her cross the street, my cheeks were hot and my mouth was agape. Although it was a joke, it fucking sent me into cardiac arrest. I watched her walk down the sidewalk, as people looked at her in awe, and I was one of those people.
It surprised me how she was so...casual? She acted like it never happened. I'm not complaining, but I kinda wish she acknowledged it happened.
— 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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