Living Like A Runaway

Tonight's The Night

A/N: Idk what I should consider explicit or not, but I guarantee that if I don't put this chapter forewarning, someone's gonna flip their shit, so, here's that warning then...

-Fast-Forward to 9/20/1987-

When I woke up, I was surprisingly relaxed. I glanced at the clock and sighed; it was already 10am, and I had no idea I'd slept so late. Usually, I was the first one up. Regardless, though, I pulled myself up out of bed, took a quick shower, and slipped on a Skid Row shirt and jean shorts, along with my vans. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except that it was eerily quiet. I took the silence as an opportunity to look at my wrists. Now the cuts were nothing but scars.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" My family, plus the rest of Mötley Crüe and Guns N' Roses screamed as soon as I came downstairs. Naturally, I screamed back in fear, but then laughed out loud when my mind caught up to me. "Thanks, guys!" I told them all earnestly with a chuckle, truthfully unsure of how to react. I wasn't exactly good in social situations outside of a concert. I was getting better at it, but still.

The first one to hug me, unsurprisingly, was Axl. He then gave me a nice kiss, which I returned, of course, ignoring the stares we were obviously getting. Once we pulled apart, my dad coughed so that we'd give him our attention. "So, Melody, we know you didn't want anything huge, so it's a private party tonight, all up at our Hollywood House! That ain't till tonight, though, so we're gonna give you our presents, and then the day's up to you." He saw my expression at the idea of a party, so he laughed. "Too late, Mel, it's all set up!" At least he got a kick out of it.

Immediately, Steven Adler popped his head up from the group. "Can we please go first?" He asked, smiling up innocently. "We got you a gift from all of us, uh, Guns, that is, except for Axl, he did his own thing." I chuckled at his childish excitement, nodding at the happy-go-lucky drummer. He did a fist pump happily, scurrying over to the rest of his band. Izzy handed me a sleek, small purple box, and all four of them were actually grinning. It was a cherry wood switchblade with Stella Starr engraved on one side and Rock N' Roll on the other. It was gorgeous.

Collectively, Tommy, Vince, and Mick got me what they considered to be their "Mötley Essentials." Vince got me a few cans of hairspray, Mick got me a big bottle of whiskey, and Tommy got me swirly, purple glass bong. Trixie got me a ton of makeup, Vicky gave me some cash that she said was going to be for a tattoo, and Sonic got me a giant, sterling silver necklace with a marijuana leaf as a charm. There were green jewels on the leaf, but I didn't ask if they were real, nor did I care; it was fuckin' cool. Nikki himself actually got me a leather-bound songwriting journal, which I thought was amazing.

"Now, for the two big gifts," Dad told me, motioning for me to follow him. So, the entire group followed him outside, except for Axl, who said he had to go to the bathroom; he'd just do his gift last. "We did some investigating," Dad explained, "And we seriously hope you like these two. The first one's from us, and the second one's from Axl." That's when Axl, who had apparently not gone to the bathroom, pulled up in my dream car; a 1984 Corvette in blue.

As soon as I saw it, I literally screamed, and then out loud, "Holy motherfucker, that's a gorgeous car!" I gave each of the four members of Steel Panther a gigantic hug; Corvettes were expensive, and a car was a pretty generous gift, so I was absolutely blown away. When Axl got out of the car, he laughed at my reaction, and then motioned for me to go over to the car. 

"Okay, now close your eyes," Axl told me, sounding sincerely amused. Confused, I did as he told me, and waited a moment. "Okay... open!" He told me, and I did so, to come face to face with the most precious-looking Scottish Terrier in the entire universe. 

When Axl handed me that little puppy, my heart practically melted. He was pitch black, and angelically beautiful. "Hey there, boy," I told it, raising an eyebrow as to the sex of the dog. Axl, grinning ear to ear, only gave me a nod to confirm it. "You are the most handsome puppy in the whole world, aren't you?" He licked my face a little, and I laughed. There was no way to even describe the joy of having this puppy.