You're my kind of lover

Chapter 1

Alice POV:

Life had always been weird for me, but recently it had gotten just a tad bit more complicated.

"So how did you and Mr. Six meet?" Is the question that I would often get asked, and well the story is definitely an interesting one but definitely something that I'd never be able to forget, the story went a little something like this...

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On most days I would sleep in until 9:00 in order to get to work on time but today wasn't like the others...

"ALICEEE!!" Vince yelled ask he busted my bedroom door open, "I need help with my hair!" He cried. "Why on earth would you need your hair done this early?!" I questioned.

"I have an interview with this band and I have to look cool, pleaseee" Vince pleaded with his hairspray in hand. "Ugh fine" I mumbled while slowly standing up from my warm, comfy bed.

"So, tell me about this band." I asked.

"Well they don't really have a name yet and only have a couple of songs written but I'm hoping that maybe this time we can make it to Hollywood!" Vince had always dreamed of being a star in the music industry and I'm here to support him throughout his many failed attempts to become the rockstar that he is designed to become.

After finishing Vince's hair, I headed back to my room. "Fucking hell!" I whispered, holding my stained work uniform.

"Hey Vince... Can I borrow your car?!"
"Sure but I need it back before 12:00!"

I sped over to the nearest laundromat, opening the door with force and sprinting over to the only open laundry machine, throwing my shirt in and quickly paying for the service.

"Hey! I was going to use that!" A man dressed in black shouted as he walked over to me, more black clothes in hand. "Shit sorry, I'm in a rush but the machine is all yours after!" I worried. "Ugh, fuck off" the man mumbled under his breath as he took a seat.

The man had dropped a card on the floor, it was his drivers license. "NIKKI SIXX" is what his name read. "Uhm sir, you dropped this-" I said as he yanked the card out of my hands, " yeah thanks.." he muttered.

After my shirt was done being washed, I ran back to Vince's, making a stop at my house to change then grabbing my bike and speeding off to work, luckily I arrived just on time.

The store was a mess, CD's and Records out of place and money from yesterday still sitting in the cash register. Do people really just not fucking care?

Not long after I finished cleaning up the store, a group of teenagers came in and bought Metallica's new album. God I wish I had more fucking money...

I was in the middle of putting out more posters out in their corresponding containers when the man from the laundromat walked in the store. His thick hair covering his mysterious eyes. His leather pants tightly hugging his legs and his Mötorhead t-shirt hug over his broad shoulders.

He paid no attention to me as he walked to the back of the store, grabbing his desired items then meeting me back at the cash register. He placed the items on the counter and then handed me the money that he owed, still paying me no mind.