"this is enchanting," Dawn squeals, clapping her hands together as she takes the first step into our new winter-break home. there's a sparkle in her eyes as she walks through the suite, the next room more extravagant than the last. mom always got a kick out of what she found were the most beautiful things in life. it was adorable.
"go pick your rooms," Kevin smirks to the three of his children who can actually comprehend what he's saying.
Axl & Blaze make a run for it, scoping out every inch of the rooms left open to find their sanctuary for the next month. with Mötley Crüe's bassist still attached to my hip, I decide not to chase down my new room like a pack of wild coyotes but instead to just live with what was given to me. I was going to be disgusted by whatever underwater, top-to-bottom covered in gold, four-walled torture chamber I'd receive anyways.
as the rest of my family seems to be settling in, my mind runs wild of the extravagant idea that involves me going past the doors of the suite & into the hallways of the mysteriously sick building. I set my bags down next to my new bed, in my new room, in my new home, before throwing off the jacket that secured my body from the cold earlier.
"how's it going, kid?" I raise a brow at my baby sister who I'd sat on my bed just seconds ago.
no answer.
how surprising.
I start to change, the hotel is too warm for all of these layers. I'm left in my skinny jeans, Chuck Taylors, & some old raggedy baseball t from mom & pop's days. yeah, now it was Sixx's turn. I change the infant out of everything except for her onesie & boots. Dawn thought it'd be so cute to buy her 9 month a pair of $200 uggs... how basic of you Dawn.
after stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I pick Nikki up from the bed & rest her on my hip. i feel like a mom more & more every day, thanks Dawn.
"going exploring," I shout while making my way through the suite & to the front door.
"be safe," Kevin waves a hand.
I nod, "sure thing pops."
I grab a room key before making my final departure. with the calmest baby on my hip & a land of over fifty stories to explore, I was going to have what I hoped would be the time of my life. my first ever journey is always to make my way through the halls, scanning every bit of the place to the very smallest pulp.
as my eyes continue to stare at everyone & everything, I feel the left side of my ass vibrate.
"now who can be calling us, hmm?" I look to Sixx who's off in her own wonderland of sparkles & light.
checking the caller ID, I smile once I see it's Uncle Marco.
"yepp?" I answer.
"how's Toronto, little babe?"
little babe, aka I can't call you a baby because you're 16 but you'll always be special like a baby to me kid, was Uncle Marco's famous nickname for me. if it weren't for him i'd have a deep hatred for Kevin due to his fun shenanigans in the world-famous band that almost tore the familia apart.
Marco Jones, aka one of today's most famous guitarist & vocalist also in one of the most legendary 90s alternative grunge & rock group, is who I would call my companion for when the good times run smooth & when the bad times crash into a semi of explosives. pretty chill dude, not exactly sure how he's brothers with Kevin though. anyways, Uncle Marco is my go-to guy for everything. he's like the best friend I should have for sleepovers & to take to concerts & all that jazz.
"is that where we're at? I thought it was Jack Frost's lair?" I smirk, pressing the down arrow for the elevator. let's see how luxurious this hotel can be.
"at least you're not performing every day in satan's lair," he laughs. I knew he was smirking. and it was the exact same smirk planted on my face. that's the thing about me & Marco, we mock each other's actions perfectly but not intentionally.
I puff, "I'd rather be there than here."
"chin up, little babe. you can skype or call me whenever you want. I got you, kid."
"thanks, Marco," I stare down at baby Sixx, making the kid giggle as I mock her faces.
"yeah, anytime Cinderella."
Cinderella.
another nickname only this time given after the famous rock group Cinderella sense I hated princess growing up.
"I'll talk to you later," the sound of a ding rings before the doors of elevator to my right open, "I've got exploring to do."
"be careful, love you."
"yeah, love you too," I nod, ending the call before stepping into the empty elevator.
I press the first floor button, hoping to find some sort of sanctuary in this hell. swaying Nikki in my arms, I sigh in exasperation, "let's go find Cinderelly's Prince Charming, yeah?"
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Fanfiction◈ Tommy Jones, daughter of two former rock stars, is forced upon a family vacation to the freezing pits of her hell that she's been dreading most. soon she finds the piece of excitement she's been missing our on once she meets the mysterious & tatte...
