How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)

Step 004: Don't Be TOO Nice To Your Bandmates

Nikki was ripped out of his dreamless sleep by the piercing buzz of the doorbell. He groaned while rolling over in bed, "Mick, can you get that?"

He sat up slightly, pushing the sea of blankets aside, "Mick!"

No response again, "MICK, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR."

Once again, he heard nothing, "Fuck you, I'll just get it myself." He snarled under his breath.

He crawled out of bed donning only the pair of leather pants he fell asleep in last night.

Upon opening the door, he really found himself wishing he'd put on a shirt or did his hair a bit, or took an entire shower and slapped on all his makeup, or teased his hair, or at least looked somewhat nice.

"Good morning, Nikki." Vince beamed, "Hope I'm not too early."

He squinted at him a bit, confused why he showed up at 8:30 A.M.

"Vince?" Nikki he mumbled, largely still asleep.

"Yes...?" He asked, seeming as if he'd been up for hours.

"I'm not awake dude, what are you doing?" He drawled.

"Sorry, I didn't know when to show up." He looked down at his feet, "D-do you want me to go?"

"No, no..." Nikki said softly, rubbing his head, "You can stay...you can stay."

"Are you sure? Because I don't wanna stay if you don't want me to."

"Just come in," Nikki moaned, "Lemme go get dressed...just wait."

Nikki shuffled back to his room, and closed the door. He picked up some clothes off the floor and threw them onto the bed, intending to wear them, but the prospect of sleep enticed him too much and he curled up in bed again, thinking he would only be out for a few minutes. He was out like a light for the next four and a half hours.

—

Vince patiently sat in the living room, waiting for Nikki. He looked at the watch on his wrist and noted that it had been nearly twenty minutes. He wondered what could be taking him so long.

Vince stood up and ventured around the house for a moment until he found what he assumed was Nikki's bedroom door. He had deduced so from the engraving on the wooden door that read 'Nikki.'

He knocked several times and called his name. The door was unlocked and he jiggled the door knob to alert whoever might be inside. He felt a bit worried about him, what if there was a sudden emergency and he needed intense medical care immediately.

Vince opened the door slowly and found Nikki fast asleep in bed. He had kicked all the blankets off and onto the filthy floor. Vince heaved them up and gently tucked him in. He decided he would do his new bandmates a favor and make them a nice, big, breakfast. From the looks of them, they hadn't had on in a long time. He really hoped they wouldn't find it weird.

—

Nikki jolted awake, suddenly remembering that Vince was still in their house.

He threw on the outfit he had planned and darted into the living room, Vince wasn't there.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" He heard Tommy cry loudly from the kitchen.

He instantly assumed it was Tommy and some girl doing some freaky shit on the kitchen table.

"Tommy, you sick fucker—" Nikki barged in, only to be met with the smell of bacon.

"Hi, Nikki!" Vince greeted him, "You fell asleep so I made breakfast, I hope you don't mind."

"WHERE DID ALL THIS FOOD COME FROM?!" He screeched, shocked by the sheer amount of food spread out on the plastic folding table they used.

Tommy had the same reaction. He stood by the doorway, salivating like a girl in a manga getting fucked by a tentacle, "You did this for us...?"

"You guys had no food in your pantry or fridge, so I thought I'd run to the store and get something to make a super delicious, super healthy breakfast!" Vince grinned. He was wearing an apron tied around his waist, which seemed pointless to Nikki as it was still a bright white.

"You didn't have to do that..." Tommy muttered. He was probably so high, he was starving.

Mick entered the kitchen, "What the fuck?"

"I made breakfast!" Vince cheered.

"Nikki, you made a good choice with this one." He said, reaching over and patting Vince on the head, ruffling his hair.

"You would make a good husband someday." Tommy nudged Nikki.

"Oh, haha, thanks." He chuckled, "You guys can eat now."

And in that instant, Tommy became a vacuum.

Nikki and Mick had panicked to secure what food they wanted. After surviving on ramen noodles and eggs for weeks, this almost felt like a mirage.

But after tasting it, Vince himself seemed like he was what was too good to be true.

He stood over the counter, washing dishes and cutlery while peacefully humming a slower version of Live Wire, "Oh, by the way, you really should do something about that cockroach infestation."

"Does it look like we have the money for that? We can't even afford toilet paper." Mick scoffed.

"Oh yeah, I bought you guys toilet paper."

Tommy spat out his food and ran over to Vince, giving him an unprompted bear hug, "I LOVE THIS MAN."

Nikki felt a sharp sting of jealousy. He wished he could hang a Do Not Touch sign around Vince's neck just to keep everyone else away from him.

Then again, he had only knew Vince for three days, and there could be something...up.

He seemed a bit too perfect. There had to be some ulterior motive that he was successfully executing. 

Vince had seriously gone out and brought all those ingredients and brought all the bowls and utensils from his home just to be nice?

(He was completely forgetting that actual kind, sweet people exist.)

Mick and Tommy certainly wouldn't do that for each other. That's just not how rockstars treat each other.

Vince was breaking a step in Nikki's Rockstar 101 handbook, and he wasn't enjoying it.

Could you tell I was hungry when I thought of the initial chapter outline?

Also, yes, Tommy is totally high as fuck.