14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

74. New York New York

A/N:Hi?🥲 I know I'm around 3 years late but what can I say? Life got in the way.

Nikki:

I ran.

I ran out of there as fast as I could, through the crowd, away from my crazy date and my crazy ex and all the other craziness that had made up their mind to seek and destroy me.

When I reached my car, I got in as quickly as I could and drove down the street just as I had run out of the bar earlier. My heart slowed to its normal pace only after I was about two streets away.

As I stopped at a red light, a question popped into my mind. Why?

This wasn't my worst first date by any means. I have been with all kinds of women. I was someone who had a fair share of the ugly chics, the hot chics, the dumb chics, and of course, the crazy ones.

And it wasn't my first time seeing Nadia since we broke up. In fact, I have actively pursued her after we broke up, so what the actual fuck happened?

I was someone who had been with women who could go so crazy that they would start to embarrass me. Someone who wouldn't take a shower for weeks sometimes, someone who had spaghetti barfed onto his dick, someone who ended up appearing like a clown at his best friend's wedding.

A chick getting high and horny was definitely not something I should be embarrassed about.

Tommy did keep me in the loop about her life post-breakup, but that kinda stopped after a while. She began to avoid him, too. It was almost as if she had disappeared off the face of the earth.

I knew she was alive and lived in Calabasas, but other than that, I had absolutely no info about her life. I didn't even know she started seeing someone so quickly.

Not to sound like a hypocrite, but there's a difference between her dating someone and me dating someone. I didn't get myself involved in anything serious. I was seeing girls, but I was only in it for the fun, not something serious like her.

How could she get into a new relationship only a few months after we broke up? I rolled my eyes.

"I'm so fucking sick of Heather, right now!" Tommy slammed down the empty glass of whiskey that he had gulped down in rage. "I mean, why does she not want to have kids with me?! John has kids, Vince has two kids from two separate women, and Mick has a kid old enough to have her own kid! What's even the point of being married if we aren't gonna have kids!"

I don't know... Love, respect, companionship, things they lacked.

I drove to Tommy's house and buzzed the gate, but he didn't let me in; he came out instead. He and Heather were fighting, so he suggested we come down to the rainbow and talk.

It was the usual: him wanting kids, her not wanting kids, him wanting to get a back piece, and her saying it would look awful. If anyone asked my opinion, it's that they should just call it quits.

He isn't happy, and she won't be happy with him doing things that make him happy. Ain't it better to get a divorce at this point than fight every single day?

This was what I chose for Nadia and I, but somehow I was the asshole. Isn't there a biological clock or some shit for women? I was happy with her, but I wasn't ready for a lot of relationship milestones. Would everyone, including her, be happy if we dragged it along like Tommy and Heather?

"At least, I don't have to go through this shit, like you," I laughed

"Yeah, and look where that got you. You're sulking at a bar with me instead of getting laid." He retorted, "Do you even get any pussy now?"