Just Us

1: You Dropped This

"You have one week and that's it," mama said pointing at me.

  "A week isn't enough time to find a job," I exclaimed. That's not fair that I only get a WEEK to find a job.

  "Well you better get to searching," and with that she left. I angrily stomped upstairs and to my room. I grabbed my wallet and left the house.

  As I walked to Hannah's apartment I started to cry, not of sadness, but of anger. How could she do this to me? I didn't want to be a stupid doctor.

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  I made my way up the flight of stairs and to Hannah's door. I banged on the door just to mess with her. She opened the door holding a rolling pin.

"Jesus Leigh you scared the shit out of me," she said putting the rolling pin down. She moved aside so I could walk in.

  "Gah Hannah why is it so hot in here?" I asked looking at her. She gave the what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look.

  "Dude it's like forty degrees outside," she said.

  "Yea it's not cold out there, it feels amazing out there," I said walked to her kitchen.

  "You have serious problems," she said laughing. I then put water into the tea kettle. "I swear you're the only one who uses that thing." 

  "Oops?" I questioned putting the kettle on the stove. Hannah went to couch and plopped down.

  "So why did you come over anyways?" Hannah asked.

  "Because mama's being a bitch and I need to rant," I replied.

  "I'm all ears," Hannah said. I explained it all to Hannah getting mad all over again.

"Hannah what am I gonna do I have a fucking week to find a job. And I've had absolutely no luck," I said slumping back on the couch.

"Don't worry you'll find a job," she said trying to cheer me up. I got up and walked to the balcony. Then I went inside to get a cup of hot tea. "What kind of job are you looking for?"

"A traveling one," I replied from the kitchen.

"Why don't you work with National Geographic then," Hannah suggested.

"That's a great idea," I shouted from the kitchen. I made my cup of hot tea and Hannah and I talked about the festival downtown and she wanted me to go with her.

"You could paint people's faces since you're good at painting," Hannah implied as I sat down with a new cup of hot tea.

"I guess I could since I have nothing better to do," I said.

"I also heard that the band Mötley Crüe is gonna be preforming that night and we get front row seats," Hannah squealed.

"You're bluffing," I said sipping my tea.

"I am not," she said. We then talked for a bit longer until it was time for me to go home before I got yelled at again.

"Well Hannah I'll probably see you tomorrow so bye," I said getting up.

"I see you everyday so why do you say probably?" She asked.

"Hell I don't know," I replied laughing.

"Anyways bye see you tomorrow," she said as I walked to the door.

"See ya," and with that I left.

As I walked home I could hear someone's footsteps behind me. I shook it off until the footsteps got faster, so I sped up a little because of instincts. The footsteps got closer, and quicker. I started to walk even faster when I realized I was full out sprinting.

I turned to look like a dumbass, oh and guess what you guessed it, I tripped and fell. I got up and limped to the nearest bench under the light. I looked at my knees and they were covered in blood. This might be a bad to mention I was wearing holy jeans and I hate the sight of blood. I felt like I was about to puke.

Soon as I looked up there was a guy standing there bent over catching his breath. I nearly screamed of the sight of him. He stood up strait and held something out. I was confused on what was in his hands.

"Yo—you dro—pped this," He said panting. I only then realized who he was only because of the smirk he wore on his face. He sat next to me and was catching his breath. I was still shocked that it was actually him.

"Th-Thanks," I relied.

"No problem," he replied his gaze going to my knees. I looked at them again and nearly passed out. "By the looks of it you don't you don't like blood?"

"I completely hate the sight of it," I replied. He smiled and laughed.

"I'm Nikki," he said sticking out his hand.

"Leigh," I replied shaking his hand. My hand was dominated by his and it was funny.

"So like do you wanna come home with me, I get your knees fixed up, and I then take you home?" He asked.

"As long as I don't see my knees I'm fine," I replied.

"Okay I offered," he said getting up, so I got up as well.

"Thanks for giving my wallet back," I told him.

"Your welcome," he said.

"Well bye," I said walking the way to my house.

"Bye," He said then going the opposite way. I then thought about cleaning my knees and that's all I remember.

  •A/N•

  So yep this is a Nikki Sixx story because why not 😂😂 also if there's typos sorry 😂