Ever hear of those old choose-your-own-adventure books? Well, here's one for you Crue style. If you're not familiar with my writing and other books on Wattpad, this may not be your thing. Fair warning, I write Crue x Crue.
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"It's 9:03pm, and Tommy is still nowhere to be found!" whines Nikki.
"Don't worry Nikki, he'll be back. His wallet is still here." Mick assures his distraught friend.
"It is??!! That makes me feel worse! WAAAHHHH!! You know when people don't want to be found, or they're planning on, um, planning on, well you know, planning on leaving this planet, they leave their wallets behind!! This is terrible news!!!"
"Bro, not true, I always take my wallet with me when I leave this planet." says Mick, in a deadpan tone.
Nikki and Vince look at each other with unsure expressions. Honestly, he really can't be an alien or cyborg or ghoul creature, or anything else but human. But, it's still a mystery, and kind of creepy how Mick can continually cast doubts about his human origins just by saying things like this without any hint that he's kidding. EVER. ~
"Uh, that's not exactly what I meant. But guys, come on it's dark out, and cold, and windy, and rainy, and we don't have warm coats because we're from L.A. and we weren't smart enough to plan for this scenario. Maybe an evergreen tree fell on him, or a mountain lion got to him for dinner, or he fell into one of those damn puddles! We should have never come up here!! Plus, we're not going to get our full security deposits back because Mick likes to kick doors!!"
"Oh get over that! What is it? $20 per door? You cretins wasted thousands of dollars on that rehab bullshit, plus all that lost revenue from the cancelled tour, not to mention paying the promoters back, Nikki," spouts Mick.
"Alright, point taken, but still, I could have gotten a new pair of sunglasses with the door money to hide my eyes, which shall never stop crying. Bet you can't tell me what you would have done with that extra million that we each missed out on, other than just saving it or something boring like that. Am I right?"
"Whatever, Nik. C'mon let's get dinner." Mick suggests.
"You guys go. I'm not hungry, and I want to be here if Tommy comes back. But he's never coming back!! I'm positive he's lying dead in some cold and desolate place. Waaaahhhh!!!"
The front door opens~
"Oh, hey guys. What's up?" Tommy say, as enters carrying a to-go coffee.
"Tommy!!!! Oh my god, where were you!! We were so worried! We thought you were dead!!" Nikki gasps.
"No we weren't all worried. Later losers. C'mon Vince, food, now, before I have to suck the lifeblood out of one of you." Mick says.
"Hey, have fun Vince with that hungry maniac. But personally, I recommend the seafood place 2 blocks south. Then for a warm-up, pick a Starbucks, tastier than lifeblood. They're all over the fucking place. It's great!" Tommy suggests.
"Says you," Mick sneers
Mick and Vince leave, Vince wrapping running back to his room to wrap a scarf around his neck.~
"Tommy, you're alright. I thought something happened to you. I was scared," Nikki gushes.
"OK, um, I just went out to eat. I was fucking hungry. There's no fucking food here yet!"
"But why's your wallet still here?" Nikki asks.
"Oh yeah, that kind of fucked me up. I forgot it. I had to pimp myself out to a couple of waitresses, otherwise I'd still be downtown washing dishes. I didn't know our fucking phone number to call home to ask someone to bring it to me."
"My god, Tommy! Didn't your mother teach you anything!? Always have proper identification on you, and have your phone number and address memorized in case of emergency, and clean underwear!"
"It wasn't a fucking emergency. It was nothing that a couple fucks from Motley Crue's drummer couldn't fix. And besides, I go commando. You know that. Creates an extra step and doesn't work with spandex."
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"Wait, Motley Crue's drummer? Does that mean you're staying with us?"
"What, you actually thought I was serious about leaving? I'm not that stupid, you silly fool. Think I'm going to give up the potential of millions of more dollars, and hot, fucking bimbos who want to fuck me because I'm famous, and touring the world, and fucking all of those sexy, foreign women too?"
"Well, what about me?"
"You get all those same things too, Sixx."
"No, clown, I mean, are you going to give up on me?" Nikki clarifies.
"To be honest, I thought a lot about it. What you did was really shitty, Nikki. But here's what I decided. I'm going to let you fucking make it up to me."
"Yeah? OK. How?! Anything! Tell me what I need to do! I don't want to lose you. I totally fucked up. I'm really sorry. How do I make this up to you?!"
"See, that's more like it. A sincere apology to start. That's not something you commonly do. So, you're off to a good start, Nikki. Next, do you remember all that stuff I told you that I want to do with you back home, before rehab happened? Well, that smaller suitcase I have, why don't you go open it up."
"Oh no, Tommy. I told you that's not for me. I can't possibly--"
Tommy cuts him off, "This is what it takes Nikki. I told you that I'd find a way some day, and you're the one who fucked things up enough to put yourself in this position. It's the suitcase or nothing. Your fucking choice."
"Can't we just have sweet, tender make-up sex first? Please!!! I need a warm up."
"Nope. Besides, don't think I haven't noticed what you're wearing, and how you're looking. What's up with that Nikki? I haven't seen you looking like this since, maybe our Shout days, and this goes beyond that. Like, seriously, I can't even sit here, and talk to you anymore. Grab the fucking suitcase now. It's still over there. C'mon, boy, do as I tell you."
"Uh, Tommy. You're fucking crazy. I don't think that I can do everything you want. I, I--"
"Your lip is quivering. You look like a scared, little bitch, and that turns me the hell on. I've been waiting for this. I knew I'd get you to comply one way or another. It's only going to hurt a little bit."
Tommy grabs Nikki by the arm, drags him to lock the front door this time. Pushes him up against the door to kiss. Nikki melts at Tommy's touch. He then takes him by the arm again, making sure the suitcase is in tow, to move towards the bedroom, shoving him right into the room, closing the door behind them. ~
