After finding herself in the middle of a fight outside an L.A club Madison reunites with Mötley Crüe's Tommy Lee, her old best friend. She immediately starts to hang out with the boys of the Crüe and soon the bassist becomes interested in her. But a...
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"How on Earth did it occur to you that that was a good idea?" I said to Nikki as soon as we got off the bike.
We were in front of the motel Nikki and I were staying and it was freezing outside, me only wearing a leather jacket and my underwear.
"We are safe, aren't we?" he said.
"I cannot believe I like you." I muttered.
I wrapped my arms around my waist. It was very windy. Winters in Germany weren't made to stand in the middle of the street at 4 A.M. with only your underwear on. I realised that Tommy had like a ten minute walk to the hotel.
"Tommy, do you think you'll be safe?" I asked him.
He was drunk like us and it was very dark and quiet. I was afraid something would happen to him on his way back and I didn't want him to go.
"I'll be fine." he grinned.
"Okay." I sighed.
"Night, T-bone." Nikki said.
"Night, Sixx." Tommy replied back and then looked at me "I'll be fine, really. Come here." he pulled me into a warm hug.
I was aware of Nikki standing in front of us but I didn't care at the moment I was wrapped between Tommy's arms. I wanted to stay like that forever.
"I'll miss you." I murmured against his chest.
I heard Nikki walk a few steps away and light a cigarette, probably to give us some privacy.
"You'll see me tomorrow." Tommy chuckled.
"So?"
After a few seconds we broke the hug.
"Sleep well." he whispered, gently touching the tip of my nose for a brief second.
Then, he turned back and walked to the hotel. I watched him go for a few long seconds, already missing his touch, and wondering if I really wanted to spend my night with Nikki rather than with the stupid yet fun and beautiful drummer who I loved and had me confused as hell.
"Are you coming or not?" Nikki called from behind me.
"Y-yeah..." I snapped back to reality and walked in the motel with Nikki in silence.
We ran into no one, not even the receptionist, and I was grateful for that because I was still on my underwear and wearing Tommy's leather jacket. I kept wondering on our way upstairs to our room if he'd realised I kept it or if he'd been too drunk to ask me to give it back.
"I am going to have a shower." I said the moment Nikki opened the door.
"Yeah, you smell like fucking shit." Nikki snorted, and then closed the door behind him.
