This I Love

Chapter Nine; Scarlette Vs Nikki

*It's been a while since I've updated but good news is, I'm currently working on part eleven :O so that's cool. And big thanks to everyone who's sticking with my shit updating schedule and supporting this story :)*

"Go, go, go!" Adrianna urged, pushing me back to the hidden dressing rooms in the back of the bar. "We need to catch Axl and Steven!" I let her bring me to the back rooms where the band met us from walking off stage. My nose wrinkled as Slash tried pulling me into a hug with his smelly armpits that I narrowly dodged. Sweaty band members were always a turnoff for me and I always made Nikki change clothes before I'd spend time with him.

"We need to talk, Turner", Axl muttered, saving me from Slash's pits.

"Sure thing, Red. About what?"

"Talking sounds great!" Adrianna beamed. "Let's go have a cig-"

"Alone", Axl said sharply. Adrianna wanted to argue judging by her face but let it go. Axl headed for the door so I silently followed. He shut the door hard as we walked out of the bar and into the parking lot. "Listen, Scar, don't freak out but uh, I saw something interesting when we brought the house lights up."

"And that was?" I inquired. Did he know I'd talked to Vince? Would he throw a shit fit? Would he-

"Motley Crue is here and Tommy knows you're with us. If that's the case, he might think you're fucking here and try bringing them backstage. I don't want Nikki anywhere near you. You don't need toxic people."

"Uh huh..." I looked at the ground as Axl lit a cigarette. "So what do we do? Adrianna actually spotted them and I think that's why she wanted to chat with us."

"Did she say anything about it to you?" Axl questioned.

"Just silly shit", I shrugged. "'Oh, Axl should pretend to be your boyfriend'!" I squealed, trying to imitate her voice so it sounded stupid. I mean, Axl had to think it was stupid right?

"She said that?" Axl mused. "You know what? Let's fucking do that. And maybe if we see Erin, it'll piss her off too!"

"But-"

"Scar, trust me", he grinned. "Guys fucking HATE when their chicks move on, especially when they've done it first. They always hate the guy they're with too. It'd be a fucking awesome way to get him out of your life!"

"He already is out of my life", I pointed out.

Axl gripped my hands and grinned wider. "Just trust me, babe", he purred. I smirked and smushed his cigarette before pulling away.

"Then you need to change clothes", I laughed. "I wouldn't DARE touch Nikki if he didn't change after a show. Sweat is gross."

"Sweat's gonna prove that we have so much more than you and him, darling", Axl snickered. I groaned and walked back into the building where the dressing rooms were to help the band. At this point Pamela was already in street clothes while the guys lingered in their damp t-shirts, only removing make up or brushing hair spray out of their hair.