Wishful Thinking (A Nikki Sixx Fanfic)

House Guest?

It has been a week since Tommy moved in, and things were moving smoothly. Tommy was currently out buying groceries, and I was currently taking advantage of my time. I currently had a trash bag filled with various empty containers for achohal, our used syringes, and many other things. I hung my trash bag from my bedroom door knowing we would need it later, and walked over to the record player putting an Aerosmith album on.

"Hey Olivia!" Tommy shouted from the doorway.

"Hey Tommy!" I replied running a hand through my straight black hair.

"I brought a friend," Tommy said walking through the door.

"Friend, or random stranger from the streets that seemed cool?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"The second one," Tommy replied as I walked into the living room. I got one look at his 'friend' and mentally thanked Tommy for being the idiot he was sometimes. The man was gorgeous. He had teased jet black hair, a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath, leather jeans, and striking green eyes.

"Hey," The man said sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Hi, the name's Olivia," I informed taking his hand in mine.

"Nikki," The man who I now knew as Nikki responded.

"Well that was a formal introduction compared to her on a daily basis," Tommy chuckled.

"Can it Lee!" I snapped lightly punching his arm.

"See?" He asked referring to my previous action.

"Go fuck yourself," I mumbled.

"Well how bout' we show our guests around?" Tommy sudgests nudging my arm.

"Fine," I agreed. We showed Nikki around the apartment. He was relatively quiet until we got to the music room.

"You guys play?" He asked walking in and taking it all in.

"Depends on what instrument you're talking about," said Tommy.

"He plays drums and piano. I play trombone, bass, and guitar," I said walking over and picking up my guitar.

"That's fuckin' awesome. Do you mind if we play something?" He asked seeming to get more comfortable with us every minute.

"Sure, as long as you don't care what we play," I said winking at Tommy.

"Not at all," He said smiling.

"Well pick your poison," I said gesturing around the room. Nikki grabbed the bass, and looked at me expectantly.

"So what the hell are we playing?" He questioned gently plucking the strings on the bass with a pick he found.

"We'll start with War Pigs by Black Sabbath," I responded glancing at Tommy who was already behind the drum set. We played through War Pigs, then Nikki and I traded off and we played Iron Man.

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"That was fuckin' fun!" I shouted after drinking half a bottle of Jack. Nikki grabbed the bottle from my hand drinking the rest quickly.

"You're damn right it was!" Nikki exclaimed after finishing the other half. He had opened up to us quite a lot and was now comfortable with us. We all drank the rest of the night away and frankly I don't remember what happened.

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I awoke the next morning to an awful hangover and a foggy memory of the previous night. I sat up and looked around. I was on the floor, Tommy was on the kitchen table, and Nikki was in an awkward position on the couch. I stood and walked over to the bathroom and grabbed some pain killers careful not to grab the wrong bottle. I grabbed two bottles of water from the kitchen and took the pain killers. I heard a rustling sound from the couch and saw a head of messy black hair pop up from behind the couch.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty," I greeted Nikki with a smile.

"Hey," Nikki mumbled standing up. 

"Catch," I warned tossing him the unopened water and two pain killers. I noticed that his jacket had been shed during the events of the night before and damn did he look good.

"Thanks," He said taking the pain killers. Just then I heard a thud come from the direction of Tommy.

"Fuck!" I heard him shout only to seconds later regret it.

"You my friend just killed any chance of that hangover being nice to you," I said walking over to him.

"Fuck you," Tommy groaned from the floor.

"Well good morning to you too," Nikki said chuckling a bit.

"This'll help remove the stick up your ass," I informed setting the water and bottle of pain killers next to his face.

"So Umm... this might be a bad time to ask, but I kinda need a place to stay," Nikki stated scratching the back of his neck.

"Well I still have an extra room so of course. If you want I can take you to get your st-"

"All I have is already here," He said gesturing to the bag he brought with him yesterday. Great, now I have to live with this sexy man. My life could not torture me more.

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Author's note

Tommy and Olivia's friendship was slightly inspired by one of my friendships. Thanks god for the few friends I have for being some of the inspiration for this story. At least they're more useful than I am. Don't worry the story will pick up pace and the plot is gonna speed up fast. Feel free to give me ideas and if I use one of your ideas I'll be sure to give you credit down here in the section that I would otherwise ramble in. Well that's all for this chapter. Bye! 👋