•Mötley Crüe Imagines•

"You love me?" V.N

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Imagine being best friends with someone since middle school. Doing everything together, from sharing every secret you two had to giving the most in depth details on when you two lost your virginity.

Now imagine being in love with said best friend.

That was my dilemma with Vince fucking Neil. The frontman of Mötley Crüe.

I was there from the beginning. From his first cover band all the way to the top of the charts. We did damn near everything together, even after so many years.

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"Betty! Have you seen my black leather pants!?" Vince yelled from across the hallway. He was rummaging around in his room, trying to get dressed as quickly as he could so we could head out to Tommy's party.

It was Tommy's first party at his new house, with his new wife, Heather Locklear. I always thought she was really nice.

"Did you check your closet!? Or under your bed!?" I yelled back as I finished touching up my lip gloss in the mirror that was hung on the wall. "Maybe you left them at one of your groupies places," I spit out as I walked into his room.

"No.." Vince just ignored the ignorance that the comment held, he was never the brightest when it came to picking up attitude. "Aha! Found them!"

Vince finished getting ready, wearing his leather pants with a black tshirt. He threw on his black studded leather jacket and got into his riding boots so we could drive down to Tommy's on his Harley.

I wore Vince's helmet while we rode, his long blonde hair flowing in the wind. It would seem like quite a majestic sight if his hair didn't keep blowing in my face. I kept my arms around his waist securely with my left cheek pressed against his back, his warmth blocking out the chilly wind that blew that night.

We made it to Tommy's safely and parked the custom bike in his driveway. I kept the helmet on the seat and made my way inside the lavish home with Vince, his arm lazily slung around my shoulder.

"Hey Vinny! Betty! You made it," Tommy approached us with a smile on his face, his hand locked with Heather's as she followed close behind with a red solo cup in her hand. "Just in time, Nikki just cracked open another Jack Daniels,"

"Did he bring any.." Vince started but trailed off, I looked up at him just as he mouthed the word 'cocaine' to Tommy. Thankfully, Tommy shook his head.

"He's clean. And so are we, remember?" Tommy gave his friend a nudge before walking away with his wife.

"Come on, you don't need angel dust to have fun. You got me," I flashed Vince an innocent smile before dragging him along to the bar.

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The night seemed to drag on forever. The Crüe and I shared some shots, along with having a couple of drinks here and there. Nikki found himself upstairs with one of Heather's friends, Mick had left the party early, Tommy and Heather were shooing out all the drunks, and Vince and I were casually sitting on the white leather couch together.

The only problem is, you could tell the both of us were a little tipsy by the things we were saying.

"Come on, rockstar. If you absolutely had to, who would you fuck? Nikki or Tommy?" I gave Vince a drunk grin as I desperately tried not to slur my words.

"Neither, they don't have the facilities," he returned the smile, making my heart skip a beat. We laughed together, clutching our stomachs with our eyes twisted shut.

"Maybe you guys should spend the night here. I don't think it's safe driving back, with Vince being drunk and all," Heather said to us, we didn't even realize she was standing right in front of the couch. She was holding a couple pillows with a blanket on top. "You guys can sleep in one of the guest rooms,"

Vince and I collected ourselves and followed Heather up to one of the spare rooms, stumbling up the stairs like children. She opened the door to a room with a king sized bed, and we didn't hesitate to immediately flop down onto the silk sheets.

The two of us drunkenly made the bed, putting the pillows and blankets on before we stripped down to our underwear. We left our clothes in a pile and crawled under the blankets together, laying on our sides so we could face each other.

"This is nice. Reminds me of high school, when I would sneak into your room at night so we could hangout and talk," Vince whispered, like he thought someone else was in the room listening.

I nodded with a smile, laying closer to him so our noses were almost touching. "Those were the nights. Now you're a big rock and roll star," I looked into my best friends eyes as I giggled softly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. I swear I could see him blushing even though the room was dark.

"And you're still here, by my side," he let out a content sigh, his eyes slowly closing.

"Vince.. I have a secret I never told you," I spoke before realizing what I was even saying.

"Oh yeah? Tell me," he opened his eyes to look at me, patiently waiting for my answer. It was in that moment that I wished I could of just ran out of the room, but instead I told him something I've been hiding since graduation.

"I'm in love with you. I love you. I want to be with you," I took a deep breath before continuing; "I have been since we were eighteen. I just never said anything because I was scared to ruin our friendship. What we have is great, and I don't want to be a distraction from your job," I finally stopped rambling so I could hear his reply.

"Betty.." he started with a twinkle in his eye; "I'm in love with you too. I'm just the biggest pussy, I was too scared to ask you out," he chuckled and sat up. I did the same, and he didn't hesitate to cup my cheeks with his hands. "Now tell me this isn't just the alchohol talking?"

"Definitely not. I'm definitely in love with you," I laughed softly before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, slowly closing my eyes to savor the moment.

Vince kissed back, and suddenly it felt like everything was right in the world.