Home Sweet Home (REVISED)

Chapter 66

Nikki, Tommy and Mick decided to check out the new local smoothie place, since they were so far from home anyway. Well, that and to talk about what the hell was up with Vince. They found a circled table in the middle of the room and sat down. Mick grabbed a menu and started leafing through it. "Ew, what the hell is a squash-smoothie?", he said, not amazed by the pictures of it either, "With extra meat? What the fuck..." Nikki just stared at him. How the fuck could he be sitting there looking at gross smoothies right now? "Mick? Hello-o?", Tommy whined, "Please explain?" Mick put down the menu and looked at the two others. "I mean, we expect you to know something that we don't", Nikki added, "Since you didn't seem surprised at all". Tommy nodded in agreement, proceeding to look at Mick until he answered them. "Ugh...", Mick sighed, once again thinking that he was way too old for shit like this, "Then listen, kids. I was at Vince's last night". Nikki and Tommy leaned over the table, only so that they were closer, and would be able to hear Mick better. "And well... We had a rather interesting conversation...", Mick went on, making the two others lean even closer over the table. They stared at the guitarist with goggled eyes. Mick took a deep breath, only to sigh heavily before he said: "He told me he was gay". Tommy and Nikki leaned back on their chairs, Nikki smacking his forehead and Tommy rolling his eyes. As if they didn't know that from before. Gee, what a surprise. Big deal. Wow. As the two of them kept rolling their eyes, Mick had decided to continue: "He was gay for me". Nikki started coughing as he heard it, and Tommy almost tripped the table as he basically threw himself over it, staring at Mick with his eyes wide open. Mick was kind of leaning backwards, so that he wouldn't get any Tommy on his face. "What!?", Tommy exclaimed, followed by Nikki ending his cough with a raspy "Are you fucking kidding me?" Mick nodded, a little proud to have amazed them. "Yep, totally gay. He was all over me". Mick explained the whole thing, and they all figured that fooling around with others was just Vince's way to forget about his crushes, because in Mötley's little fantasy world, that was what Izzy was used for: making other people jealous.

"My god... What are we gonna do about Izzy?", Nikki asked Tommy, on their way home in Nikki's red Ferrari, "I mean, we can't let Vince go on like that; he likes Mick! And even though Mick doesn't like him back, it's still wrong to date someone else to make him jealous, right?" Tommy nodded, trying frantically to get a hold of his hair, which was everywhere as they were driving with the roof down. "I guess...", he said, wanting to help, but not knowing how to do so, "But what can we do? We can't force Mick into being gay". Nikki sighed. "No, I know...", he said, "Maybe we should just talk to Vince?" He made a U-turn in the middle of the surprisingly empty road, and started driving back to Vince's. "Wha – Right now?", Tommy complained, "But we were only one hour from home..."

Three knocks were made on Vince's door. Usually he never got much company, so he was surprised that somebody was visiting him for the second time that day. Izzy was still over, so the former blonde removed the guitarist from his lips, and went downstairs to check who it was that wanted to bother him at this time of the day. He glared through the fisheye on his door. "Ugh, hell...", he mumbled for himself as he spotted the bassist and the drummer of his band standing outside. He opened the door. "What do you want now?", he sighed, "I said I was busy". "Stop whatever you're doing!", Tommy yelled, making Vince take a step back. Nikki glared at him. "I said we weren't gonna go with that!", he whispered, then turned back to Vince, "You're making a huge mistake". Tommy rolled his eyes. "As if that's so much better...", he mumbled, getting stared down by Nikki for response. This was so stupid that Vince had to hide his face in his hand. He was ashamed of even knowing these guys. Why did he even bother? He could've stopped hanging out with them in high school, but nooo... He had to befriend these fuckers. Vince looked up at the two idiots at his doorstep, still arguing about which line was better. "They both suck", he said, "Now what's the actual reason for you being here?" The Terror Twins both looked at each other, Tommy nodding to Nikki, giving him the signal for explaining it. "Uh...", Nikki started, a little nervous, considering he didn't know how Vince would react, "We don't think you should hang out with Izzy anymore..." Vince sighed, rolling his eyes. As if these two could just make his decisions for him like that. "And why not?", Vince replied, "Is Tommy still in love with him?" Tommy turned from "helpful friend" to "murderous enemy" in a matter of seconds. Nikki stopped him with his arm, preventing him from scratching Vince's eyeballs out. "No, he is not, and you know better than anyone that that's not the reason why we're here", Nikki said, not offended, but a little scared that Tommy was acting like that because he did still like Izzy. Vince sighed once again. "We know that you like Mick", Nikki went on, still holding his arm in front of Tommy, who was trying to calm himself down. Vince seemed slightly surprised, but remained calm for the sake of his reputation. As they were all having this conversation, Izzy showed up at the bottom of the stairs, walking over to the gang of three, who were still standing by the door, as usual discussing meaningless shit. "What's up, baby?", he asked playfully, putting his arms around Vince's waist. "Oh my god...", Nikki said to himself, kind of wanting to throw up. Not even he and Tommy were so cupcake that they used the nickname "baby". Often... With that, Tommy had had enough. "Vince is only using you, don't you understand!?", he yelled at Izzy, "He likes Mick for crying out loud!" Nikki only looked at him. "Tommy!", he exclaimed, not understanding why Tommy was freaking out so badly. Maybe he didn't like Izzy all that much after all... Tears were starting to show in Izzy's eyes. "Vince..?", he stuttered, unsure of what to believe at this point. Vince didn't answer; he just looked over at Nikki, then at Tommy. The tears started running down his cheeks, and Izzy, who was wearing one of Vince's shirts from the Theatre of Pain tour, ran out of the house and down the street, barefoot. "Oh, great", Vince said, "That was my favorite shirt!" Tommy and Nikki didn't even know what to say. "God, dude... I'm so sorry", Tommy apologized, "I just couldn't help myself". Vince shrugged back to him. "Nah, it's fine", he said, "He wasn't right for me anyway".