Home Sweet Home (Nikki Sixx)

The Wish

AN: Hey guys, so I've come to respect the many story's based on Mötley Crüe members (mostly Nikki 😆) and thought I'd create my own story!!! I hope you enjoy. Feed back would be greatly appreciated 🖤

Disclamer: I do not own any of the music, lyrics or members of Motley Crue used in this Chapter

Los Angeles, California 2019:

Aubrey:
I wipe away the stray tears off my cheeks as the credits to "The Dirt" roll down the screen of my TV. I turn to my best friend Alex and noticed she was doing the same.

"My god that was fucking awesome" I sniffed as I turned off the TV.

"Holy shit yes, can't remember the last time I sang along to every song in a movie. Well besides Bohemian Rhapsody of course" she smiled as she turned towards me.

" Its such a shame that they retired in 2015, would've killed to see a show of theirs" I sighed in frustration as I stood up from the small couch.

I looked over to Alex and noticed her smiling down at her phone.

"what has you all cheery?"

"Oh just something rock god Vince Neil posted on Instagram. Even though he's like 60 I still find him hot as fuck" she grinned

I rolled my eyes at her statement , and tugged her arm so she'd get up from the couch and pulled her towards my room.

My room was a sacred place to me, my walls are covered with posters from multiple rock bands from the 80's. It was the only place where I could be alone with my thoughts and away from the bullshit that was high school. Alex and I were both in our senior year and we both couldn't wait to escape that shithole. I walk towards my record player that I managed to convince my mom to buy me last year for my birthday. I place the needle down onto Motley Crue's record Too Fast For Love. I sat down next to Alex who was sitting quietly on my bed as the sounds of "Merry-Go-Round" begin to play softly in the background.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask softly not wanting to startle her.

"Well, I was just thinking about what I got you for your birthday and how much you're going to fucking love it" She smirks at me.

"Well I'm defiantly looking forward to seeing what it is" I smiled back at her.

I completely forgot my birthday was tomorrow. I groaned in annoyance as I think about the party my mom made me organise for my 18th tomorrow night. I sure as hell wasn't liking the idea of 80 drunk teenagers running wild around my house, and the fact I have to play migraine worthy club music that I didn't particularly enjoy fucking sucked.

"Holy shit I didn't realise you had a poster of Duff McKagan above your bed, geez he's really hot" Alex yelled, starling me from my thoughts.

"You think everyone's hot Alex "

"Well can you blame me" she smirks up at me

"Not really" I laughed

"But he's no where near as hot as a certain bassist from Motley Crue" I smiled as my thoughts drifted off to the one and only Nikki Sixx. Everything from his hair to his voice made me weak to the knees...

I stare at myself in my mirror attempting to perfect my winged eyeliner. I take a step back and lightly run my hands trough my dark hair. I'm not in the mood for a huge party, I'd rather be alone or with Alex smoking a joint somewhere. I hate my birthday, mainly because it's a constant reminder of the day my father fucked off with another woman, leaving my mother alone in a hospital when had given birth to me almost 18 years ago. I was startled from my deep thoughts as my mother burst through my bedroom door. She came and stood behind me taking in my appearance.