Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

73: Forever (Flashback)

~ Amanda's POV ~

- a week later -

Life had been going at about the same pace it had been for the past few months. My days mainly consisted of me and Vince taking care of Maria, making phone calls about jobs at art schools, and thinking and stressing out about the upcoming tour.

Vince was right when he said the plans for the tour would work themselves out quickly. Fans could already buy tickets, and more than half of the venues were already completely sold out. I was so insanely happy for all of them, but sad to know that in just a month, Vince would be leaving for the next year.

It was a strange thing, knowing that somebody you love was going to spend a lot of time away from you. It's not something that you hear too much about in movies or in television shows. It's nothing like I ever imagined it to be, but it's manageable. And I was relived that this time I could spare the chaos that was the last tour.

But knowing that I would only get to see Vince once every few months, and other than that it would just be phone calls, was such a hard thing for me to realize. I had cried in front of him about it a few times, but he only insisted that everything would be totally okay. And, of course, he insisted that I come along.

I knew that he was really going to miss me too, because he'd constantly be kissing me, hugging me, wanting to have sex...which was pretty typical, but this was happening basically all of the time. I didn't mind, it was nice getting to spend time together, but it also made me sad and emotional that this couldn't be a regular thing for very long.

"What's the matter, babe?" Vince asked, pulling me closer in bed. The Monday morning sun was hitting my back and giving me goosebumps as I faced Vince on the bed.

"It's okay," I said suddenly, resting my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around my waist, nestling me into his side.

"Tell me," he insisted.

"I'm just sad, you already know why," I said, not wanting to feel any more tears run down my cheeks because of this. I was getting really tired of doing that by this point.

"Baby, we still have a whole month before I even leave," he insisted. "Let's just enjoy the time we have left and worry about the rest later, okay?"

"It's just hard to," I sighed, moving my hand up to rest on his chest. "I just love you so much, I can't imagine you not being here when I wake up."

"I know, sweetheart," Vince said, placing a kiss on the top of my head. "I'm wondering the same thing."

"Am I gonna be the only girl on your mind?" I wondered, lightly tracing teasing circles on his chest with the back of my long fingernails.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Vince asked, his tone sarcastic but also like he was slightly angered. "I'm not going through this again."

"Vince, I was just joking around," I said, putting my hand flat against his stomach again. "I know you aren't going to do anything."

"Sorry," he breathed out. "I just hope that after all these years, you can finally trust what I say and not worry about that for a change."

"Tommy and Mick were on board about being sober?" I asked, glancing up to get a quick peak of his expression from where I was laying.

"Mick said he'll try, which means no," Vince said. "But I'm sure he'll fake it good enough where it won't matter. And Tommy is in...he's uh...convinced it might help him get Heather back."

"Oh god," I said, shutting my eyes lightly at the words. I loved Tommy, he had a heart of gold, but he really needed to move on at this point. "Maybe he'll find someone new on tour to get his mind off of her."