Living Like A Runaway

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A/N: Extra trigger warning... Be safe, loves.

Also, this chapter is extra long, which is very exciting for me.
Lastly, thanks for 200 reads! <3

I woke up the next morning with a blanket laid over me and the smell of coffee brewing nearby. "Sleepyhead!" Duff laughed, taking a drag on his cigarette. "You seriously did all of this last night?" I nodded, yawning and sitting up, telling him all about the horrors of their house. He looked completely in shock, as if he hadn't realized how bad it was. "Well, shit... I'm not really sure how to thank you, uh, this is weird." I told him it was nothing.

"Cig?" Slash asked, walking into the living room, wearing nothing but a towel. He didn't have his top hat and sunglasses on, which actually made him seem completely different; I'd never seen him without them before. I also never realized how muscular he was, but I was impressed. Not many rock stars had muscles that I knew of and did heroin at the same time. Duff took one, but I rejected the offer, pulling out a joint instead. Tobacco was just one of those things I never wanted to use; besides, it would fuck with my voice.

Axl didn't come out until after I'd had a cup of coffee. "Hey there, beautiful," he greeted me, making me blush a little. I hung my arms loosely around his neck, and we made out for just a few minutes; more until Steven tried to hug us both at the same time. Then, Axl went and got himself some coffee and asked, "What're we all doing today?"

The boys were just going to have a good time, since they were on break, after all. I had to be at the office at nine, which was in about an hour, so Axl offered to drive me over early. Vicky and Trixie were actually already there when I arrived. Vicky and Jasmine were talking about cats, and Trixie was on the office phone, though I chose not to listen into what she was saying; I had other things to worry about other than my bassist's private life. Sonic, thankfully, was also there on time.

This time, only Doug came into the meeting; Doc apparently had some business to do with the Crüe boys. "So," he said, sitting in his office chair, "We have to pick out your first music video song today... Something that's going to draw the public eye, make them want to know more about you. Music videos should tell the story about the song and why you wrote it, but it should also leave a little room for interpretation so people can relate to it more. Thoughts?"

My first thought was to use a song called You're A Lie that Trixie and I had written together lyric-wise. On the surface, it was a song about betrayal, but on a deeper level, it was about defeating the voice inside that makes anyone doubt themselves. I thought it would be a great first single and bring the spotlight onto something more mysteriously revealing.

"I think we should do You're A Lie," I suggested coolly, not sounding too assertive or expectant, but also not sounding unsure of myself. "It would be a cool concept for a video, and it's something that a lot of people could relate to. Besides, I fuckin' love that song. Any other suggestions?" We juggled among a few other titles, but, with a little bit of advocating, it was decided that You're A Lie would in fact be our first single as band.

Next, we had to decipher the concept for the video. Mostly thanks to Trixie's morbid mind, we had decided that half of the video would be us performing in normal, leathery stage clothes, and the other half would be a girl pretending to have a complete and total meltdown and decline from seductive to losing her mind. We were going to have another actress come in, but suddenly, a little idea of revenge popped into my head. "Hey Sonic, why don't you just play the girl? You love lots of bold emotions, hm?"

Sonic seemed caught at first, almost as if she realized that I knew what had truly happened concerning the decline of her relationship with Nikki; I was more surprised that it took her so long to notice. She, however, had the innocently coaxed other two members of our band thinking that it was nothing more than a harmless suggestion. "Oh, uh.." she faltered, "That would be cool, yeah." She did her best to seem clueless to the dig I'd just given her.