Home Sweet Home (REVISED)

Chapter 25

Tommy unlocked the door to his apartment. "Ew, you actually live here?", Vince asked, being disgusted by both the look and the smell of this horrible place. Well, it was totally different from what he was used to, so that's an excuse. "Y'know the alternative is that you sleep on the bus tonight", Tommy replied, finally convincing Vince to just step inside. They all followed Tommy into his shitty apartment, Vince looking around as if he was in a jungle. "Dibs!", Nikki shouted, "The bed's mine!" Vince looked over at Nikki with no expression in his tanned face. "Don't you have your own place some blocks away?", he asked, "And didn't you sleep here last night?" Nikki didn't see the point. "Yeah, so?" Tommy shook his head. He was surrounded by idiots. "Nikki, did you lock yourself out of your apartment again?", Vince asked, making Nikki shake his head. "Na-ah!", he replied, "I mean, I had the keys, but I lost them, so I can't get back in..." Vince and Tommy had to hide their faces in their hands. God, how stupid could you really get? From a scale of 1 – Nikki...

Vince ended up on the couch that night, and Nikki and Tommy in the bed, ironically enough. Tommy had no choice, really. It was either Nikki or Vince, and Tommy would choose Nikki over Vince any day. Well, he could've slept on the floor, but then he would have woken up with an infection or something. He never cleaned in his apartment. "Hey, Tommy", Vince said, getting out of the bathroom, ready to sleep, "I thought you said that you'd never share the bed with Nikki?" Geez, he did this only to be cruel. "I never said that I wouldn't", Tommy replied, rolling his eyes from Vince's dumb question. "Tommy, these were your exact words:", Vince continued, "'No way in hell I'd share the bed with Nikki'". He laughed, making Tommy blush a little. "Just... Argh, fuck you, Vince, go to sleep".

The next morning, Tommy was the first one to wake up, as usual. Or at least he thought so. "Ugh...", he groaned. What was that heavy thing on his stomach? He hadn't been drunk last night, so it was definitely not just something he imagined. Maybe he fell on the floor while asleep, and a shelf fell over him? No, what the hell, he would've woken up if that was the case here. Tommy slowly forced his eyes open, and rubbed the sleep out of them before looking around. His eyes trailed around the room, and down to his stomach, only to see Nikki lying over him, sleeping. Nikki had never been a peaceful sleeper, but seriously? This was getting ridiculous... Tommy only pushed him aside, and fell back asleep. He had only managed to sleep for five minutes or so when he was woken by Vince's loud voice, practicing for their show tonight. "Goddamnit", Tommy mumbled, waking Nikki in the process. "Mhpf", Nikki moaned, "What the hell is that?" Nikki hadn't slept very well that night, he sounded as if he hadn't slept at all when he started talking. "Vince", Tommy replied. Why did he have to get up this early? It was only... Tommy looked over at the watch on his nightstand. ‪Two P.M.‬!? What the fuck... The sound of Vince singing 'Smokin' in the Boys Room' started coming closer. "Get up, boys!", he exclaimed, "I'm going to pick up Mick, and then we'll all meet backstage at the show later, alright?" Well, he sounded awfully awake... "Mhm...", Nikki and Tommy replied, before Vince was out the door.