𝐍𝐎𝐄̈𝐋𝐋𝐄 彡 [t. lee] [✔]

𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰!

Noëlle didn't know what she was getting herself into by agreeing to go with Tommy to see his band. In hindsight, she was real stupid for deciding to follow a stranger. Once again her trustful nature had acted up and here she was walking beside Tommy while the California sun was beating down on them.

The girl kept her eyes on the sidewalk and tried to ignore the occasional glances Tommy gave her. Noëlle was still super weirded out by this situation. First of all, she was going with a complete stranger to God knows where and second, Noëlle was going through this much trouble for money. She was utterly disgusted by her own desperation.

And if the girl wasn't sketched out enough already, the fact that Tommy and her showed up at some dilapidated apartment complex was enough to make her second guess her decision to follow him.

As Tommy started excitedly ascending the stairs, skipping one each time so he could get to the top quicker, Noëlle didn't move an inch. She stared at the first step and then glanced up at the apartment complex once more. Was she really doing all this for money? The girl closed her eyes and shook her head at how fucking dumb she was being. She didn't know Tommy. For all she knew, he could've been a murderer. Noëlle's overthinking was interrupted when Tommy called her name from one of the upper floors of the apartment complex.

"You comin', Noëlle? Don't tell me you're scared of heights," Tommy yelled down at Noëlle. The girl looked up and gave a shaky thumbs up. She moved at a snail's pace up the stairs since her knees were shaking so much. When she finally made it to where Tommy stood, he grabbed her clammy hand and dragged Noëlle along to reach the apartment that supposedly housed Tommy's band.

When they reached the right apartment, Tommy let go of Noëlle's hand and barged through the door. Noëlle ignored the nonchalance and followed after Tommy into the apartment, not knowing what to expect.

Upon entering, Noëlle's nose was bombarded by cigarette smoke and she tried her best to cover up her little wheezes. The girl couldn't remember the last time she had smelled cigarette smoke. She normally tried to stay away from them and any other harmful substances. She wasn't a prude. The exact opposite actually. Noëlle just cared about her body a lot.

As the girl looked around she could see beer cans littering the apartment and obvious stains on the carpet. Her nose scrunched up slightly, but she tried not to be rude about it. It wasn't her home after all. As she tore her gaze away from all the garbage around the apartment, she noticed three guys lounging around. Three guys who were all staring at her, now that Tommy was no longer covering her petite stature.

The blond guy, who was occasionally taking sips of his beer bottle, eyed her like she was a piece of meat and the girl protectively wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to disappear. It was a valiant effort, but she was still exposed to him and the rest of the guys.

Noëlle shifted her eyes to a man with black hair, who was visibly older than the other guys, dressed in dark clothing. While Noëlle silently observed him, the stoic expression never left his face and Noëlle decided she had stared enough. The blonde thought it was for the best to not test the man's patience.

And then there was the other guy with black hair and gorgeous emerald green eyes. His chiseled face made Noëlle forget to think for a second. The guy stared at her with intrigue and Noëlle did the same. There was some mysterious aura surrounding him. Something about it sucked Noëlle in and it even made her blush. But when the blond guy spoke up, Noëlle's thinking was interrupted.

"Damn, Tommy! Who's your friend?" The guy asked in a predatory manner as he continued to pan his eyes up and down Noëlle's body, probably mentally undressing the poor girl.

"This is Noëlle. She's gonna create our outfits and make us look fucking sick!" Tommy exclaimed and Noëlle awkwardly smiled while trying to hide behind Tommy's body.

The amount of faith Tommy had in Noëlle was absolutely horrifying. Not because Noëlle was a horrible seamstress, but because of the consequences if she didn't create the look they were looking for. Then she'd have to face four upset customers and go home empty-handed.

"I mean, I would need to get your measurements first," Noëlle's voice trailed off as she spoke. Noëlle concluded that she was making a complete fool of herself. But it was hard not to with three new, leather-clad guys staring her down. "And then you can tell me about the look you want. But measurements definitely need to come first."

"Measure away, sweetheart," The blond guy said as he proceeded to stand up from the couch and began to unzip his pants. Noëlle gasped and turned around while also covering her face with her hands from the amount of embarrassment she was going through. Groans and laughs were exchanged around the room at what just happened. Who the fuck were these people?

"Vince! Put that away, man," Tommy protested with a grossed out tone, but yet, he was still laughing like it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Noëlle heard the zip of the blond guy's pants again and figured he was decent again. Or at least she hoped so.

"I meant arm, leg, and waist measurements," Noëlle clarified as she held up her tape measure while slowly turning back toward the guys.

"Go for it. The guys won't bite, I promise," Tommy said as he winked at the girl. Noëlle tried to hide the blush that was threatening to appear on her face. She could easily blame it on the poorly air-conditioned apartment though.

"Not unless you want us to. Anything for you, baby," Vince flirtatiously spoke up again and the edges of Noëlle's lips curled up a little in disgust. Vince wasn't bad looking or anything, in fact, he was quite handsome. But his "straightforwardness" was too overpowering for Noëlle and for that reason alone, she was very apprehensive of Vince already.

"Fuck off, dude! Don't scare her away," Tommy playfully yelled as he tossed an empty beer can (which was laying by his feet) at Vince. The blond man just laughed and yelled some profanities back at Tommy. "Anyway, that's our singer, Vince Neil, who's a fucking dickhead. Over there is Mick Mars, the sickest guitarist I've ever heard, and that lonely fucker is Nikki Sixx, our bassist," Tommy said, pointing to everyone accordingly.

Noëlle observed that they had to be pretty close for Tommy to be saying stuff like this about them. The guys seemed kind of cool, but as far as first impressions went, they were shit at them. The blonde knew that today would be an interesting day.