ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 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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"𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨." 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗗 me, as Jon stood by my side. The band was actually relatively supportive when I told them about Philadelphia, but what they one hundred percent supported, was the fact that I was going on the trip with Jon Bon Jovi. None of them knew that I knew Jon, I met the band when I moved to Cali, I didn't know them anytime before that. So they couldn't have known.
"Oh, shut up." I nudged Harley, saying goodbye to the band before heading onto the plane with Jon. We boarded the plane, getting into our seats, which were first class. What the hell? Jon and I buckled ourselves in—and after a few minutes, we were off. It was quiet for a while, until Jon finally spoke.
"So, what's going on with you and Nikki?" He cocked his head, looking over at me.
"What do you mean?" I laughed, brushing it off.
"You know exactly what I mean." He raised his eyebrows, maintaining the eye contact. I rolled my eyes playfully—remaining silent.
"I've seen the magazines with you two on the front cover—touchy as ever." He laughed, rolling his eyes.
"We are friends." I laughed, sighing softly as I looked out the window. Yes I forced him to give me window seat.
"Right~." The sarcasm practically dripped off his tongue as he pulled out his journal—starting to jot down song lyrics.
"Shut up." I slightly punched his shoulder, causing him to dramatically wince.
"You can't tell me you haven't slept together at least once." He chuckled, continuing writing down in his journal as I remained silent, rolling my eyes.
He definitely picked up on my silence, because he slowly looked over at me as my gaze remained on the window.
"You have!" He exclaimed, causing the passengers to send him a dirty look due to his outburst.
"It doesn't matter." I scoffed, looking over at him. "I don't kiss and tell."
Jon raised his eyebrows, snickering to himself. I ended up falling asleep for the rest of the flight, we were up early—five am to be exact. I needed sleep.
"Lottie, wake up." I awoke to Jon shaking me awake. "We're here."
I looked around, people were already getting out as quick as they could. I stood up, grabbing my carry on bag as we exited the plane. Quickly, we got our suitcases, heading out to a taxi. We hopped in, and it quickly drove us to our hotel.
I sighed, placing my suitcase in my room—Jon's room was right next to mine. God, I needed to get ready. The show was tonight. I quickly opened my suitcase, pulling out a small tight dark red dress, my leather jacket—a few chains, accessories, like my ripped fishnets, and my platforms. Quickly I applied my makeup, throwing my clothes on and brushing through my hair at a fast pace.
I heard Jon knock on my door, swiftly I opened it, my brush in my other hand as he chuckled.
"You ready?" He snickered with a grin, to which I nodded—setting my brush down.
"Yeah." I giggled, stuff my pack of cigarettes in my pocket and feeling my bra, making sure I had my coke.
We arrived at the Empire Rock Club, quickly, actually getting there early. Jon and I laughed as we manoeuvred through the crowd. Obviously we were getting recognized, people were pointing us out, waving to us as we stood—waiting for the show to start.
Soon enough, the band members emerged onto the stage. They all had the hair, the look, they looked like they had potential.
Jon smirked at the sight of them, knowing that this was already going to be fucking great.
— 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗫 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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