ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 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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"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 send you the ticket." Jon smiled, leaving me at my car. Holy shit, this was actually happening. I nodded, sending him one last look before sliding into my car. I sighed, starting my car and driving off.
I was actually excited to fly to Philadelphia, get away for a while. I needed that. To just, get away. Although, I wasn't sure how the band would feel about it. It's not like we were working on an album or anything—but you never know how they could feel. I pulled up in front of the house, the usual five motorcycles outside. Wait, five?! Only four of the five of us had motorcycles, which were Jett, Jesse, Milo, and Harley, I—on the other hand—did not have one. So who was here?
I parked my vehicle, locking my car before heading inside. I softly pushed open the door, seeing the band—wasted on the couch. Too drunk to function. But there was an odd one out.
"Nikki?" I put my keys in my pocket, as he stood up—looking over at me.
"Hey, Vi." He smiled, approaching me.
"What're you doing here?" I softly smiled, unzipping my boots and sliding them off my feet.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing. Where were you?" His eyes flickered down to my bruised knuckles, before a look of realization struck his face.
"You-" He started, but I was quick to cut him off, "Yes, I did go and find him Nikki." I sighed, heading off to my room, to which I could hear him quickly following behind me,
"Why, that's fucking dangerous, Violet." He followed me into my room, shutting the door behind him. I groaned, plopping down onto my bed.
"Because I was pissed off." I angrily sighed, massaging my bruised knuckles.
I heard Nikki softly groan, as he sat beside me on my bed.
"What did you do?" He spoke, so quietly I could barely hear him.
"I punched him—he fucking deserved it." I spat, still continuing to massage my knuckles before he replaced my hand, taking my hand—rubbing my knuckles softly.
"I almost killed him last night." Nikki sighed, looking down at my hands. "I gave him a concussion." He nodded.
"What?" I looked over at him, my jaw slightly dropping. "How'd you know?." I spoke.
"He came back later that night, hours later. It was around four in the morning. It was stupid; really. But he wanted me to see the damage I did." Nikki snorted, keeping his gaze on my hands.
"What'd you say?" I softly laughed along with him, feeling the relief in my knuckles.
"I told him to get fucked and shoved him back out the window." He shrugged—as if it were nothing. I couldn't help but laugh, I removed my hands from his grasp, covering my mouth as I laughed.
"No fucking way." I laughed, to which he nodded with a grin. I leaned my head on his shoulder, silently laughing.
Nikki wrapped his arm around my waist, reeling me in closer. He sighed comfortably, leaning his head on my shoulder. I shut my eyes, feeling safe, at home.
"Nikki?" I whispered, keeping my eyes shut.
"Yeah?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow." I whispered, opening my eyes.
"...What?" I felt him tense, his grip of my waist got a tiny bit tighter.
"To Philadelphia." I pulled away, looking at his face, he looked...I don't know how he looked. He was practically impossible to read.
"Why?" He asked, his tone was questioning. He was obviously confused.
"I ran into my old childhood best friend—Jon Bon Jovi—I grew up with him in New Jersey. Gene Simmons asked him to fly to Philadelphia, and try to get this band signed. He asked me to go with him." I sighed, with a small smile. Nikki's face softened as he sighed.
"Jon, Jon Bon Jovi? You're joking right?" He chuckled, almost in disbelief.
"No, I'm not." I giggled, running my fingers through my hair.
"Holy shit. I mean, yeah that—...cool. How long will you be gone for?" Nikki asked, to which I shrugged. I really had no idea how long I'd be gone for.
"Maybe a week?" I shrugged, shaking my head.
"Okay.." He nodded, with a small smile. "Good luck." He grinned, rustling my hair as he stood up, making his way to my door.
"Nikki?" I called out to him, he turned around, looking straight at me. "Thank you." I smiled, he grinned back, nodding.
"You don't need to thank me." He nodded, leaving my room.
— 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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