as a younger sister, watching your brother get punched in the nose is a very entertaining experience. . .as long as its after the fact. when the lead singer of london first punched my brother, nikki, i punched him back and broke his nose. but its cool cause i think he broke my hand. its still weird for me to hear people call us nikki and julie. we changed our names from frank and y/n feranna to nikki and julie sixx. its not that i dont like our new names because i do, i think they fucking rock, but it just takes some getting used to.
either way, were currently sitting in a dennys and im twirling a drumstick by my head, not paying it any mind while i help him sift through through ads in the newspaper for a guitarist. unfortunately for me, my brother doesnt want me to be in the band for reasons he refuses to tell me.
"hey, that was badass dudes," a guy in leopard print pants came up to our table. he was cute and he looked a little familiar. id probably seen him at one of the shows or something. "the show, not the nose. .but that was pretty badass too," he tells my brother. his enthusiasm makes me smile until he looks to me. "hey, you throw a good punch, man. i think you broke that guys nose," he tells me.
i nod, still smiling, "thanks but uh, i think he broke my hand so yknow," i nod towards my left hand resting on a bag of ice with a paper towel on top of it.
nikki glances at my hand and back to the kid. "the lead singers an asshole."
"i know, i saw!" he responds quickly. "but hey, fuck him though. he deserved it."
i shot him a grateful smile when nikki seemed to ignore him but my brother smacked my arm and pointed to an ad for a drummer. i shook my head after reading it. "hey, i got your poster on my bedroom wall," he tried to continue. i stifled laugh as nikki look up at him slowly. he seemed to regret it as soon as he said, "i cant believe i just said that."
"take that fucking poster down, man. londons over." nikki spoke monotone before going back to the newspaper. i ruffled my hair a bit and swiveled my nose rings a bit so they two hoops werent touching as the boy sat down when our waitress, dottie, came back over.
"anything else i can get you, boys? how bout some blueberry waffles, baby?" she directed the last question at me.
i smiled up at the woman, "you know me so well."
"course i do," she smiled back as me rubbed my shoulder. "hows that hand?"
"i mean i cant really feel anything but its alright i guess," i shrug. she nods and nikki asks for a jack and coke, the kid gets some blueberry pancakes. i see a pretty blonde girl make a face at the back of his head and she raises a brow at me. i shrug my shoulder with an apologetic look and she nods, rolling her eyes.
"my new band is gonna be something nobodys ever fucking seen before," nikki tells the kid. i think me and him saw the same thing because we both pointed to an ad for a guitarist with a drumstick at the same time. "that dude looks pretty cool," he tells my brother, looking at my hand twirling the drumstick.
but i guess it caught my brothers attention because he leaned back a cocked his head to the side. "do you carry those with you everywhere?"
"yeah," he leans back as well, twirling them faster and obviously showing off. i smile cooly at him and copy his movements. "dude, me too!"
he smiles brightly and goes to say something before nikki tells me to hush and goes back to him. "where'd you learn to do that?" i fasten my movements and switch from twirling it between my pointer and middle fingers to moving it so that its passing through all my fingers. i know, i know, im a show off.
the kids gaze falls to my hand, watching as i do. "uh, highschool marching band," he tells kinda embarrassed. "hey, but i rock too!" dottie comes back with our food, handing nikki a small bottle of jack.
"thank you dottie," he says gratefully, taking the bottle.
"only for you," she tells him, shooting me one last smile before walking away. the blonde from earlier lays her head down on the table defeatedly and im feeling awful bad for her right about now. nikki downs the bottle of jack as i cut into my waffles.
"woah," tommy mumbles, going back to twirling his drumstick.
the two mull over the prospect of a band and the blonde left a few minutes after we got our food. "hey julie?" tommy asks once we get outside.
"yeah?"
"you wanna go out sometime?" he asks, seemingly nervously as nikki walks towards the door.
"sure," i nod, smiling back at him.
