Saints Of Los Angeles (Nikki Sixx X My OC)

2. Moving Quickly

We just finished our last show and Saul performed with us. People were cheering as we took a bow and then took our stuff off of the stage. 

Tommy and I immediately start jumping around as we put our instruments in his van. We then start running around the parking lot, shouting like hooligans.

We both realize we're going to collide at the last second. We run straight into each other and fall over onto the concrete. I hit my head on a parking bumper. I sit up and start laughing and so does Tommy, him not realizing that I hit something.

Our laughing quiets down and then we look at each other and burst out laughing again. We get up and dust ourselves off. 

"Hey, Tom. I'm going over to Saul's tonight okay?" I tell him.

"Yeah sure. I'll put your stuff back into your room." 

I hug him and tell him goodnight, then jog over to Saul, who's standing next to his motorcycle. 

"Ready to go?" He asks, getting on.

I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. "Yeah! Let's go!" 

We ride off to his house and watch movies for a while then we go to sleep. 

I wake up that night, extremely nauseous and with a horrible migraine. I turn to my left and see Saul watching me. 

"Babe are you okay?" He asks quietly.

I shook my head. "Nauseous, bad migraine. Earlier when I was running around with Tommy, we fell and I hit my head on a parking bumper."

His eyes widened and he shot out of bed, pulling a shirt on, since he was wearing pants already. "Get up, Robyn. This is serious. I'm taking you to the hospital."

I get out of bed and immediately grab onto the nightstand. 

"Dizzy too." I say and try to take another step. 

Saul picks me up and brings me out to the car and sets me in the seat. He jumps in and buckles us both up and speeds off to the hospital.

I groan, covering my eyes. 

Long story short, I had a concussion and had to stay in the hospital for a few hours. I had to share a room with this older man who had reddish brown hair like mine (although mine is dyed black right now.) I tried to be friendly with him but he just ignored me. 

Saul had to leave and Tommy came in around noon. We started talking about music. 

"I think it should be like this really sick riff!" Tommy exclaimed.

"But why? I think it should be simple!" I snap back.

We hear a groan. "You guys are morons." 

We turn to look at the man. This is the first time he's said a word to me.

"You should try a simple blues riff. Easy to master. Fits just about anywhere." He says.

"Are you a musician?" Tommy and I ask.

He nods. "I play guitar."

Tommy and I looked at each other. 

"We're trying to start a new band but I'm more of a rhythm guitarist." I tell the man.

The man gives a sharp nod.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try out for this…. Band you are forming." 

Tommy and I high five. 

"I'm Tommy by the way." 

"I'm Robyn."

"Mick." He says with a huff. 

Tommy leans down to whisper in my ear. "His hair is the same color as ours."

I whisper back. "I know."

Suddenly a nurse busts into the room.

"Okay Ms. Deal. You're free to go but you have to be careful, okay?"

Out of the corner of my eye I see Mick adjust uncomfortably when the nurse says my last name.

I nod and get up. I grab a piece of paper and a pen that was on the table next to my bed. I quickly write down the phone number in Tommy and I's apartment and hand it to Mick. 

"This is how to get in contact with us." I say. 

Mick rips a blank part and writes his number down and hands it to me.

"Just call me when you find a bass player." He says.

"Okay." I smile and he gives a slight smirk. 

Tommy and I left. My head was still killing me. We went back to the apartment.

"You should call Saul so he doesn't worry." Tommy says, going into his room. 

I nod and walk over to the phone. I dial his number and call him.

"Saul Hudson." I hear a groggy voice on the end.

"Hey, babe. It's Robyn." 

"Robyn! Are you home right now?" 

"Yeah. I thought I better call you before you go to the hospital and don't find me there." I chuckle.

"Thanks for telling me. Hope you feel better." 

"Thanks. I love you, Saul."

"I love you too." 

I hang up and go into my room and change. I'm not sure I can handle the London concert tonight, but I'll try for Tommy's sake.

Hours later, we watch as a brawl erupts on stage. Soon, we walk out and head to the diner. 

"That was rad!" Tommy exclaims.

"You love fighting, Tom." I chuckle.

"Yeah I do!" The fight had gone into the crowd and made others start fighting. Of course Tommy had to be a part of it and beat the crap out of someone. 

He had a bruise on his cheek, but he didn't care. 

We walked into the diner and suddenly Tommy stops me. 

"Dude! That's Nikki Sixx!" He points over to where the bass player was sitting.

We walk over there, Tommy about to explode with excitement. 

"You're Nikki Sixx!" 

"The one and only. Who's asking?" 

"Oh uh, I'm Tommy and this is Robyn, my twin sister!" He says gesturing to me.

I noticed that Nikki was holding tissue to his extremely bloody nose.

"Are you okay?" I ask him as Tommy and I sat down. 

"I'm fine. The singer's just an asshole." Nikki grunts. "I'm going to start my own band. It's gonna be something." 

I look at Tommy and jerk my head at Nikki, motioning for him to tell Nikki.

"We're starting a band!" Tommy says excitedly. "We just need a bass player and a singer!" 

Nikki eyes the both of us and thinks for a minute.

"Alright. I'm in."