Nobody Knows What It's Like To Be Lonely

Continuous Fantasy

Vince was laying in bed with Nikki still asleep on top of him. Vince had woken up just a few minutes ago.

He didn't want to disturb Nikki in the midst of his sleep, so he decided to intertwine a memory with a daydream. Part of it was true, yet the gay bits—those he added all by himself.

Staring up at the hypnotic motion of the ceiling fan, he allowed himself to slip into his fantasy. He closed his eyes.

It was 1985, and Vince and his friends were getting ready for a show. Vince was just starting to develop his feelings for Nikki.

Vince had been situated at his makeup table, idly combing his hair. He swiveled around on the swivel seat to see what his bandmates were doing.

Tommy was staring at Mick with a lovestruck look in his eyes and a blush across his cheeks. He had yet to put on his makeup.

"What're you staring at?" Mick asked. He had been trying to apply his purple-pinkish lipstick, but Tommy appeared to be distracting him too much.

"Those beautiful fucking lips of yours, honey." Tommy purred, slipping a hand onto Mick's cheek, "Oh, lemme look at your lovely face."

"Uh, wh-what..." Mick stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand Tommy's obvious attempt at flirting.

"I just wanna kiss you so badly..." Tommy cooed, moving closer to Mick's face. Mick leaned back, clearly confused.

"Tommy, what're you doing?" Nikki piped up from the other side of the room.

"Telling Mick how pretty he is."

"Tommy, you're fucking up my makeup." Mick said with a tinge of annoyance tainting his voice, pushing Tommy's hand away.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry. I-I'll leave you alone..." Tommy went back to teasing his hair, turning back to the mirror on his makeup table, looking hurt and a bit embarrassed. Mick continued doing his makeup without a second thought.

"Hey, Vinnie," Nikki said as he pawed through all his stage outfits.

"Yeah?" Vince swiveled on the seat again to face Nikki, who stood nearby.

"Should I wear stripes or polka dots? The polka dots are cleaner, but the stripes make me look more curvy...so what should I wear?"

Vince loved seeing Nikki in his striped suit. The tight spandex fabric complimented his curvy hips just right. Vince would bite his lip just thinking about it. If only the strange coattail piece didn't cover Nikki's voluptuous ass, "I think—"

"Polka dots." Mick cut Vince off. Apparently, Vince had taken too long to respond.

Immediately after Mick spoke, Tommy suggested, "Stripes."

"Neither of you are Vinnie." Nikki snapped, refusing to take their suggestions, "Vince, should I be sexy or hygienic?"

"Hygienic." Mick insisted before Vince could even get a word out. Again.

"Sexy." Tommy shouted a bit over the guitarist's voice.

"Okay, if your name doesn't have a V in it shut the fuck up." Nikki spat, shooting an annoyed glare at his two friends.

"Go with sexy." Tommy blatantly flouted Nikki's order.

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING V?" Nikki screamed, "WHERE IS IT? WHERE?"

"My name has a V in it." Tommy said casually, in a matter-of-fact tone despite the fact that he was clearly lying.

"Where, Tommy? Where's the V in your name?" Nikki huffed as he crossed his arms.