14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

20. I love him!

William:

"Heyy! How was the exam?" I asked as I saw her come out of the school, even Saul had a retest, he was with her. Mick had a show both today and tomorrow and since my leg was back to normal again, I was the one who held the responsibility; also because I wasn't grounded.

"It was pretty easy!" She beamed while I frowned

"Okay, not easy like last time, I am definitely passing this time."

Tomorrow was Stewart's birthday, weirdly enough the three of our birthdays did come on Sunday this year, it was nice in a way, they will certainly come to church and I can wish him, my father can't stop me from entering a public property, now can he?

"Did you know that there is a bar in this house?" She asked

"What?!" I exclaimed

"Yep follow me." She said walking down into what seemed like a basement, I knew there was a basement but........

"Holy shit!" Was Mick planning to start an actual bar of his own? The collection he had here was at least five times larger than the guitar collection he had.

"Shall we?" She grinned

"Wait, I don't know how to make a drink... so beer?"

"Neither do I, but nah we can drink straight from the bottle right?"

Okay, that seemed like a better plan. Vodka tasted like shit and Jack would probably burn our insides if we tried drinking straight so Bourbon seemed like a safer choice.

"It's crazy.. I am living in your house and getting drunk for free, that reminds me how did you even manage to get me in here?" I asked taking a sip and forcing it past my throat, it was a taste that I simultaneously hated as well as loved.

"Because you are a ginger." She chuckled taking the bottle from my hand

"I don't understand also don't call me ginger. I don't like that."

"I just reminded dad that you were homeless ginger who got kicked out of home for having long ginger-like hair. Then I used a bit of nostalgia and reminded him of when he got kicked out of school and home for having long hair and he too is actually a ginger." She explained and just because I asked her not to call me 'ginger' she used that word the most. Also Mick has red hair?!!?

"Your father has red hair?" I asked

"Yep, he just dyes it black from many years, waitt I will show you the album." She said getting up and dragging me along to another corner of the basement which had many cartons. They were mostly labeled with some year or place name.

She opened a carton labeled "1971" and after a bit of digging found a leather-encased photo album.

Wow! I can't believe that's him, with the mustache and red hair.... "WOW." I said taking another sip and flipping through the album.

"That's you?" I asked pointing at a picture of a baby.

"Yep, I look adorable right?" She laughed

"No. You look like the annoying child which I hope I would never end up having." I laughed at my own joke as she slapped me on the shoulder.

"Wait! wait... that's your mom?" I asked

She was probably one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She had chestnut hair and Hazel eyes. Dee was a carbon copy of her I could say. She was holding a baby in the picture; Dee. If anyone saw that photo they wouldn't think that's a fucked up relation.

"She is beautiful," I commented

"I know right?? She is just so pretty unlike me." She said taking another sip from the bottle.