The Rockstar and The Graduate//L.A. Guns •Kelly Nickels•

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly

Kelly took me to his house this time. He lead me up the apartment stairs and we stopped on the 2nd floor in front of a door with the number 17 on it.

Yeah I've dropped him off here before, but I only knew of the apartment complex, not where he lived exactly.

He opened the door and I followed him in. I closed the door behind me and looked around. "It's not that bad, is it?" He questioned like he genuinely wanted my opinion on it.

I started walking around and looking at stuff.

It was clean, but you could definitely tell a rockstar lived here. "Not bad Nickels." I said as I turned to face him. He was already smiling at me.

"So why'd you bring me here?" I questioned him. He shrugged and walked over to me. "Figured you'd want to see where I live, if you ever want to come over and hangout." He suggested.

"Sure that's not just a ruse to get me alone?" I joked. "Would it be so bad if it was?" He asked with a smirk. "It would not, but it's still kind of creepy." I told him.

He shook his head as he walked over to the couch and sat down. I did the same and sat next to him. We didn't say anything but I watched him reach for something on the coffee table.

It was a pack of cigarettes. He took one out and handed it to me. "For the one I stole." He said. I smiled and took it, putting it to my lips, fishing around in my pockets for my matches.

Kelly watched me. "Here." He said as held out a zippo lighter that was already lit. I grabbed his hand that held the lighter and brought his hand to the cigarette, it lighting. "Thanks." I said to him.

"No problem, you always use matches?" He questioned. I nodded as I took another drag of the cigarette. "Parents will question lighters, matches, not so much." I replied.

We sat there talking about anything for a few hours. My cigarette now gone. Kelly lit one, I took it as my opportunity to take his. "Hey! I gave you one already." He laughed, holding the cigarette above his head where I couldn't get it.

Before I could stop myself I basically climbed onto him to get the cigarette. We were really close. Kelly brought his arm down and put cigarette into the ashtray.

He looked at me and brushed a loose piece of hair behind my ear that just have fallen when I went to get the cigarette. He looked into my eyes and I did the same.

Long story short, we ended up kissing again. Eventually we both pulled away and looked at each other. "We have a bad habit of doing that." I told him. He nodded in agreement.

I didn't care that we kissed, I just wanted to know what it was that both of us were exactly doing here. He smiled at me.

I looked over to the clock and my eyes went wide. "Fuck." I said. Kelly furrowed his eyebrows. "I gotta go home. You have to take me home." I told him as I got off him and off the couch.

He nodded and we started walking towards the door.

The ride home was okay, I mean we were on Kelly's bike so it was somewhat peaceful. I didn't have him take me to Janey's. I mean it was already pretty late. Kelly pulled into the driveway of my house and turned his bike off.

I got off and looked at him. "Thanks Kelly, but we have got to be more careful." I said to him. He nodded and I walked a bit closer to him. "I don't know when I'll be able to hangout again." I told him. He nodded, saying he understands.

I hugged him and then we kissed briefly. "Bye Kelly." I said. He did the same and started his bike. I walked to the door and opened it.

"How was Janey's?" My mother asked me first thing as I walked in. "Like it always is, we're trying to make plans for this Friday." I lied kind of. I half expected my parents to confront me, or find out about Kelly.

"Well, if you didn't eat suppers in the fridge." She said. I nodded and walked to my room. Both my parents sometimes had late nights. My mom either helping save peoples lives or my dad helping save peoples cars.

I figured my dad was in the shop late tonight.

I put my hands in my jacket pockets before I took it off. I felt something that wasn't there earlier. It felt rectangular and metal.

I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a Zippo lighter. I smiled when I saw the initials K. N. carved into it. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.

I sighed through my smile and put the lighter in my nightstand drawer. I changed and went to the kitchen. I put my food in the microwave and walked into the living room where Mom was.

"Your dads at the shop, he's working on a car for his friend." She said as I sat down. "I figured."

She and I talked about school and stuff as we watched whatever it was that was on TV. Eventually my mom went to bed and I did the same. When I got to my room, I closed the door and laid on my bed.

I opened my nightstand and pulled out the lighter. I laid down and opened the lighter, lighting it. I smiled.

I closed the lighter and I saw the initials K.N. again. I rolled over and brought the Lighter to my chest. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. I thought to myself as I lightly shook my head.

I don't know how he's managed to wrap me around his finger so fast. We met like a week ago. Fucking hell.

Eventually I put the lighter back in my nightstand and pulled the covers over me. I know I told Kelly we had to be careful, and that I told him I didn't know when we'd be able to hangout again, but Kelly?

Fucking Christ Kelly was taking up almost my every thought.

I eventually fell asleep, but while I slept I couldn't help but think about Kelly. I dreamt about how nice he was, his smile, the first time we kissed, first time we met.

It all came back to him. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.

(A/N: I like this chapter a lot and I hope you do to, but should I or shouldn't I write a Jani Lane story? There aren't a lot of him and that lowkey sucks. Let me know! Happy reading- Jaimie 😀🤙)