•Mötley Crüe Imagines•

"Truth or dare"

⚠️Language + suggestive content⚠️
surprising really long, my bad
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Having four rowdy boys living in a small apartment together was never a smart idea. You could imagine what the place looked like; the dishes were never done, the floor was rarely vacuumed, food was either expired or non existent in the fridge, and heaven forbid any of them did their laundry.

Nikki was the biggest sleazeball out of the bunch. He obviously would not survive if he lived on his own. And Tommy wasn't close behind, what made it even worse? They shared a room.

The terror twins had a bunk-bed, but you couldn't tell because of how cluttered it was. Papers filled with poetic lyrics and music sheets were scattered on Nikki's top bunk. And on Tommy's bottom bunk, it was normal to find candy wrappers mixed with condom boxes.

Mick's and Vince's room was a little neater, only because Mick wasn't about to put up with Vince's shit. You could find the odd article of clothing under their bunk-bed, or a half eaten sandwich on the desk in the far corner, but for the most part the room was relatively clean.

It was obvious this was a boys apartment. And to the upcoming band, it was paradise. They were away from home and doing what they all loved; playing music. To them, this was the life.

Until the boys got a new roommate. A sweet and naive girl who went by the name of Delilah.

The red headed girl just left home to start her fabulous life in Los Angeles. But little did she know, she'd be throwing herself into the pit of the amateur rockstar world.

Delilah slept on the fold out bed in the living room. Vince offered his top bunk when she first moved in, but she insisted that the couch was fine. Even though it was uncomfortable and had a faint questionable smell.

Nevertheless, the five quickly became a tightknit group. Delilah took a liking to Nikki and Tommy, it was never a dull moment with those two. The wild and crazy stories they could tell were endless.

Vince was always fun to hangout with too. He sold his car to get a Harley, a great investment really. And Delilah quickly became his favorite passenger. The two would go shopping all day, hit up a bar or diner, then ride off into the sunset. In a platonic sorta way.

Mick was seemingly like Delilah's father figure. He was always there when she needed a shoulder to cry on, and he gave the best advice. He cared for the girl, and she cared for him. And once Mick confessed to Delilah about his struggle with ankylosing spondylitis, she made sure he was well taken care of.

It was obvious the conditions of the apartment improved when Delilah moved in, whether it was because the boys realized they needed to clean up their act, or if it was all thanks to Delilah's system.

Nikki and Tommy had the duty of making sure the kitchen and their bedroom was clean. That included dishes, making sure the fridge was stocked, vacuuming, and doing their laundry.

Mick and Vince were on living room duty, as well as their own bedroom. That also included dusting, vacuuming, and laundry.

Delilah took care of the washroom, cleaning the toilet and sink as well as the bathtub. The only reason she got this room was because the four men refused to put their hand into the dreaded porcelain bowl.