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Fake Punk: I don’t care about catching coronavirus
Real Punk: I should take precautions to help protect the oppressed groups who are vulnerable to this epidemic like low-income households, homeless people and people with disabilities.
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One detail you could always expect to see in Queen albums was the “no synthesizers” thing but in Roger’s Fun in Space album you can find “157 synthesizers” in the notes
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do you ever just realise you’re almost an adult and you have no money
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He’s different from other artist these days
Harry is very different in the way he does what he wants. That not to say that other artists don’t do the same. But he isn’t cookie cutter as a solo artist. Everything he does is very unique and different from what is considered “in”.
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Finallllly I see something with Harry styles I love that man lmao 😂 ❤️
I know! I love him too and I’m so glad I was able to include him in my writing in some way. I just can’t wait to see what he does with his career.
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Hey I was wondering if you could do a Nikki Sixx imagine based on the song Falling by Harry Styles ❤️ I love your stories 💕💕
I just posted it and I just gotta say I love this song. I love Harry Styles and I’ve never thought about writing for him, so it was nice to find a way to bring him into my writing.
And how is the music video for Falling? I haven’t watched it yet, so I just want to know how good it is.
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Falling
A/N: Dudes, I have been thinking about doing a fic based off a song for a long time and so I’m glad I got a request for one. It’s not that long, but it’s a good start. And I don’t know when the next fic will be out because I think I’ll have to get my thumbnail removed and I have a feeling that’ll hurt like a bitch.
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Nikki Sixx x Reader
Song: Falling by Harry Styles (This is one of my favorite songs on the album)
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Language, cheating
I’m in my bed
And you’re no here
And there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands
Headlights drifted through the room in intervals as cars passed by, each heading to unknown destinations. The street was buzzing with life as people wandered around, trying to find the next thing to get them a high. For some, it was the smile of someone they loved, for others, it was a drug that they had to pay for. No matter what it was that they sought, they were all after the same thing.
Nikki laid on his bed and watched the lights reflect onto the ceiling. There was no high for him to chase. Not when he’d let it slip through his fingers.
His hair was a mess, black tuffs of knotted tangles framed his face. Makeup from the last show was smudged under his eyes, giving him a raccoon-like look. The man smelled of alcohol and sweat, but he didn’t mind. What did it matter anyway?
The mess of a man he was was no one’s fault but his.
He drank too much, that was a given. No matter what was placed in front of him, he’d knock it back like it was water. No matter how much it burned, he’d throw it back. Drunken nights that ended in a black haze were normal for him. The consequence of it never mattered to him as long as he could do it all again the next day.
That was until in a drunken state he lost the best drug he’d ever had.
Forget what I said
It’s not what I meant
And I can’t take it back
I can’t upack the baggage you left
The words had come off his tongue like they held some truth, “You’re nothing but a boring whore I have chosen to keep around.” They were dumb words that shouldn’t have been said, but when something came between Nikki and a good time, he’d say just about anything to continue on with what he was doing. And that meant saying things he would regret come morning.
Y/n was aware of Nikki’s drinking problem and had always tried her best to prevent him from doing anything he would really regret. That was until she had walked in on him in their shared bedroom with another woman. It would have been one thing if the women had forced herself on him, but it looked like both of them were having a wonderful time. Trying to talk some sense into her boyfriend, trying to make sense of what she was seeing herself did no good. In the end, Nikki still found a way to break her heart.
That is what left the musician sulking on his bed and Y/n waiting for her plane to arrive at the airport.
What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I’m someone I don’t want to be around?
I’m fallin’ again
I’m fallin’ again
I’m fallin’
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Tapping her foot, Y/n rolled her eyes as she listened to the conversation of the couple next to her. Who cared what color they painted their living room? Once it was painted they would stop noticing after a month. There were better things to worry about in the world, anyway.
It shouldn’t have bothered her that much, the conversation that wasn’t meant for her ears. Some people had the luxury of being able to carry on mundane conversations about anything under the sun.
Y/n didn’t have that.
Instead, she had the internal battle of what she could have done differently.
For example, had she intervened months ago when it came to Nikki’s addictions, maybe she wouldn’t be where she was at that moment. She had wanted to get him help for a long time, it was clear he needed it. Once he started blacking out due to the combination of drugs and alcohol he would take, she knew a change needed to be made. But it didn’t matter what she knew because the man was as stubborn as an ox.
With the slight mention of rehab, he would have run for the hills. It would ruin his rockstar image, that would no doubt be his argument. He cared more about his rockstar life than anything else. Drugs, sex, and loud ass music were all that ever crossed his mind. It seemed that it never mattered where he got those three things from as long as he got them.
Y/n was sick of it, of everything. The parties, the girls, the drugs. That’s not the life she wanted. Granted, there was no planed blueprint or outline of how she wanted her life to go, but what she was given, what she chose was not what she wanted.
Not anymore.
But that didn’t seem to matter, what mattered was that she had let it all happen.
She had let Nikki fall so low. She had let him become consumed by the drugs that he took. They took over his life while she did nothing but watch. Had she stepped in just once, maybe things would be different for both of them? Maybe she wouldn’t have looked for a way out their relationship anywhere she could.
God, if she hadn’t wasted her time worrying about Nikki. If she just done something, got him clean or left his ass, the places she could be. This was the lowest she could get and it stung. It stung because for a long time Y/n hadn’t realized all she was missing out on.
What if I’m down?
What if I’m out?
What if I’m someone you won’t talk about?
I’m fallin’ again
I’m fallin’ again
I’m fallin’
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“You really fucked up,” Tommy shook his head. “Those drugs really fucked you up.
Nikki groaned, oh he knew he fucked up. He fucked up so bad, there was no way he could fix any damage that he had done. He had tried to get a hold of Y/n, but she had dropped off the face of the Earth. He called her mother, he called her friends, he called her work. He called anyone who would know where she was. And they were either lying when they told him they had no clue where to find her or they really had no clue where she was.
All he wanted to do was apologize and take back everything that he’d said. Fix the wounds that he had caused was all he was asking for. Though it wouldn’t be enough, it was a start.
Y/n cared for him like no one else ever had. She was there, she was always there. Never once abandoned him like his parents had. She was the only constant thing in his life, and like always, he found a way to screw it up.
“I just can’t get her out of my head. The last dozen songs I’ve written have been all about her.” He grabbed a stack of wrinkled papers from off the floor and threw them at his friend. “Everything I do involves her in one way or another and since she’d up and left, I feel like my luck has run clean out.”
Mick chuckled, opening a beer. “You sound like a dude from a chick flick. Get your shit together. If you hadn’t been such a fucking mess Y/n would still be here, but she’s not. So, stop whining about it.”
Nikki knew he was right. There was nothing he could do about it anymore. Y/n would probably never come back to him. She was probably halfway around the world doing everything in her power to forget about the dirtbag that broke her heart. He didn’t blame her. She deserved to have her heart mended in any way she chose.
All that could be done was make sure that he didn’t make the same dumb mistake again. Perhaps it was time for him to get clean and get his life together. It had been time for a long while, Nikki just didn’t want to admit it.
Maybe if he had Y/n wouldn’t be gone and he wouldn’t hate himself for it.
You said you cared
And you missed me, too
And I’m well aware I write too many songs about you
And the coffee’s out
At the Beachwood Cafe
And it Kills me ‘cause I know we’ve run out of things we can say
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Would you consider writing for Alex Turner? There's not much content of him and i think i've read about everything that there is😂 Also i would love to see what you can come up with💕💕
I would totally consider writing for him. I’d just have to do some research and stuff cause I don’t know that much about him. But I understand the pain of having little content of something you want to read. I’ve been there before.
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Hi! do you like Arctic Monkeys? Ily🌸
I do like the Arctic Monkeys, though I haven’t listened to much of there stuff. Every time I think about exploring their music I either don’t have time or the motivation, you know. But yeah, I love them and would love to hear more of their music.
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Write for Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Nirvana and The Doors! ♥️
I am so open to writing for all those bands! I really love the Doors and Led Zeppelin. I honestly just need to learn more about all these bands as a whole before I jump right in, but I love this idea.
If anyone had any requests or fic ideas, let me know because I’ve been in the mood to write for about a week but I have no clue what to write. I want to get to my requests but it’s hard to get around to them when I have no idea what I want to do with them, if that makes any sense.
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Can not agree to this more! Dirty honey is amazing!
Guys seriously if you love Greta Van Fleet then you need to check out Dirty Honey, like, yesterday
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Appreciation post! Freddie Giving the crown to Roger during “God save the Queen" at the end of the concerts Bonus: In 1981 he still didn’t have a crown but look at this, so precious!
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Living a Little Part 6
A/N: I have been thinking about finishing this series forever but just never got around to it. Living a Little is one of my favorite works and I’m so glad you guys like it, I’ll probably have the next part out soon. Between now and then, let’s hope I find the motivation to do my Biology project. Anyway, let me know if you guys like it and yeah. Also, I forgot how much I love writing for Queen, so I might be posting a bunch of Queen content in the near future.
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John Deacon x Reader
Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
Summary: Y/n get dragged out of her comfort zone by her roommate, even though she knows Y/n never goes out, due to her studies, to a rock concert. Of all places. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all, when she meets, a very interesting, certain bassist. And he just so happens to find her interesting too.
Word Count: 2 k
Warnings: Language, implied domestic violence, editing, idk
A couple of months had gone by and little had changed.
Charles made appearances every now and then, but they no longer kept Y/n up at night. Or at least, she tried to make it seem like they didn’t.
Once she’d seen him at the market, while she was picking out apples. Another time, he was at the car wash the same time she was. Every time he crossed her vision she tried to pretend that he wasn’t there. That he was merely another stranger among a sea of strangers. It worked as long as no one listened to her heart rate increase. If someone listened closely, she was sure they would be able to hear her heartbeat against her ribcage.
Charles didn’t go away and neither did John.
Though she hadn’t done a good job of communicating with him after their second date, John did a fabulous job of keeping in touch with her. It was evident to everyone that he was in love with her and couldn’t stay away. Y/n felt the same, but at that moment in time, John was more of a distraction for her than anything.
She never went to see him because she loved him or was dying to see him. She never made plans with him because she missed him or wanted to spend time with him. Every second that she spent by his side was one second that she wasn’t thinking about the nightmare that lurked in the shadows.
Y/n loved John. She really did, but she needed more than love to survive.
Charles hadn’t spoken a word to her, yet his voice filled her mind with vicious thoughts. The mental abuse he had inflicted upon her years ago came creeping back. Yet he wasn’t the one inflicting it this time around. Y/e was beating herself up just like Charles had once done.
At night, she would cry for hours about things she couldn���t control, no heard her cries so they lasted for hours. Alice never noticed the bags under her roommate’s eyes or the amount of liquor that Y/n drowned to keep her demons at bay. No one seemed to notice her spilling into a pit of misery.
“David Bowie’s performing tomorrow night at this new venue, you see if Johna and the boys wanna come see it with us,” Alice asked while reading the paper.
Y/n was hunched over a medical textbook. She had a major test in a week and due to everything going on she’d been less than stellar at paying attention in class.
“Y/n.”
Her eyes tarted up from the page, “What?”
“Did you not hear me?”
She shook her head, going back to her reading.”
Alice scoffed. “I swear, you have been up in the clouds lately. I’d say it’s because of John but you never seem to happy to see him.”
“I don’t know what you mean-” Y/n closed the book and looked at her roommate. “-how could I not be happy to see him?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know, Y/n. You just seem off, that’s all I’m saying.” Y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m gonna go for a walk.”
Without another word, she grabbed her coat and exited the flat. The brisk London air swept her hair up and whipped it around as she stepped onto the sidewalk. She just turned the corner when someone fell in step beside her.
“It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” Charles stated.
Through gritted teeth, Y/n asked, “What are you doing here, Charles?”
“Can’t I go out for a stroll?”
She rolled her eyes.
“It’s just luck that I ran into you.”
Yeah, just his luck. It seemed that Y/n had run clean out of luck a long time ago. “You really shouldn’t be here, you know that. I made it clear a long time ago that I wanted nothing to do with you. So, why must you force your way back into my life?” she asked.
He shook his head in amusement. “I haven’t forced my way into your life, I’ve barely entered it. You wouldn’t like what I’d do if I forced my way in.”
Y/n turned to confront him to see that he was no longer at her side. Instead, he had crossed the street, almost out of her view.
What a bastard!
Why? Why couldn’t life just work in her favor for once? Things always went well for her only for a tidal wave to hit and destroy everything! All she wanted was happiness. Just an ounce… that’s all she was asking for.
No destination in sight, Y/n kept walking. The further she walked, the further away Charles was. At least, she hoped. Logic didn’t matter to her as long as she felt safe in some sense.
Distance had once made her feel safe. With Charles an ocean away, Y/n felt like she had the whole world in her hands. No task was too big for her with the power that she had felt. That was the power that told her she had what it took to become a doctor.
She believed that.
And then Charles came back and she wasn’t sure what to believe.
Perhaps up was down and down and was up. The ocean was green and the sky was purple. She just didn’t know anymore.
Most importantly, she didn’t know who she was anymore.
Sure, she had never been the most outgoing, but she knew what made her happy. Her love her medicine made studying fun and easy and kept her on track for graduating. Music had always brought her to life, allowing her to get lost in the grove. But known of that seemed to bring her any joy.
Y/n stopped in front of a bar, it was 5 o’clock at night and she saw no reason to turn around and walk home. She actually wasn’t sure which way was home. A mind occupied by troubles, Y/n had walked aimlessly with blinders. Who knew what part of the city she was in.
The bar was almost empty when she entered, only a few people scattered throughout. Y/n walked up to the bar and took a seat, she rested her hand against her chin. The bartender walked over a few seconds later and stared down at her, “Rough day, darling?”
Y/n nodded. It seemed more like a rough life, though.
“I got just the thing for you, it wouldn’t fix anything, but it should take your mind off it for a bit,” the bartender told her before she disappeared.
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A few hours had passed, and Y/n was surprised that the bartender kept serving her and that she hadn’t fallen out of her chair yet. It was probably 11 and the place was hopping with people. There was barely room to move around, let alone breath and the alcohol was racing through Y/n’s blood like a freight train. Her heart was pound as her head spun round and round. Trying to stand, she fumbled around the room before a pair of strong arms grabbed her.
“I got ya’. Let’s get you out of here.”
Y/n nodded, letting the person guide her out of the building.
In the open street, the two stopped next to a street lamp. Y/n leaned against it, trying to get her bearings. Maybe she had one too many drinks.
“Thanks,” she slurred.
“No problem, Y/n.”
Looking up, Y/n caught sight of her savor, the street lamp casting light over his features. It was the last person she wanted to see. “Charlie.”
“What happened to Charles?” he asked before flashing her a smile. “You know you’re a lightweight, so why’d you down so much?”
Y/n growled, shoving herself off the lamp post. How did he always find her? “What are you doing here, Charlie? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
He chuckled, giving her that same old grin, the one that he always gave her before bringing her in for a kiss. She used to miss that smile, used to miss him a lot, but times changed. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. Trying to be nice here, Y/n, don’t go turning me into a bad guy for that.”
She scoffed, walking in the direction she believed home was. “You’re never trying to be nice. You only ever do anything for personal gain.” Y/n turned to him, “What do you think you’ll gain this time around?”
“Who said I plan to gain anything? I’m just trying to be friendly.”
Bullshit.
Charles walked beside her as Y/n navigated the sidewalk, trying not to trip over thin air.
“Why’d you even come back? Did the American refuse to put up with your bullshit?”
Charles rolled his eyes, “I got promoted and my company offered me a position here. You can’t pass up money like that, Y/n. It’s insane.”
“You can and you could have passed up coming back into my life.”
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Alice got up when she heard a knock from the door. It was late and she just wanted to sleep. Y/n had disappeared hours ago and Alice had a big test the next morning, a little sleep, a little less stress, was all she was asking for. God, who knew having a roommate could be so stressful. Trudging to the door, she opened it, her eyes adjusting to the hallway lights.
In front of her stood John, Brian, Freddie, and Roger. She sighed, knowing exactly what they wanted.
“She’s not here.”
John gave her a puzzled look. Y/n was normally always home. “Where is she at?”
Alice shrugged, “Beats me. Probably at a bar or having dinner somewhere. I don’t know.”
Turning to his friends, the shrugged and suggested that they go. It would be no use waiting for her. John couldn’t help but agree, he should have called ahead anyway. Y/n was always busy with either work or school, and she seemed stressed out over something. Maybe she just needed some time to herself. “Alright, will you tell her that I stopped by?” the man asked.
The blonde nodded, “Of course.”
The musician turned and followed his friends out of the building, disappointment in his eyes. Though he knew that Y/n was probably busy with something, it seemed off. Y/n had seemed off for a while and everyone tried to tell him it was one thing or another. How could he believe that when there was always a hint of fear in her eyes? School and work weren’t the only things bothering her, but any time he asked what was, she brushed it off.
“She’s probably out with her family,” Brian told him, giving him some hope. “Or probably had to pull an extra shift at work.”
He nodded, that had to be it.
The group stepped out onto the street as Roger pulled out a cigarette. “This was a bust,” he said as he lite it.
“Oh, don’t say that, Rog. We can still go out a party,” Freddie stated as they walked to the car. “It would just be more fun for John if Y/n was there, that’s all.”
The blonde rolled his eyes, blowing out smoke. “Yeah, whatever.”
They all climbed into the small car as Roger turned the engine. The car roared to life as Roger caught sight of a couple walking down the street. Squinting his eyes, Roger made out what looked like Y/n and another man. It was probably her brother, but he thought she only had a sister.
John was already feeling down, so Roger thought it best not to say anything, that was until the man Y/n was with wrapped his arms around her and brought her in for a kiss. Definitely wasn’t her brother.
“Um, guys, we have a problem,” Roger stuttered.
Brian waved him away, “No we don’t, just drive, Roger.”
“Um, no, we do-” He pointed out the window at Y/n and the mysterious man. “- I think that is a problem.”
The three other men followed Roger’s gaze, landing on Y/n.
John couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Y/n was the last person he thought would be unfaithful. The last person he thought would break his heart.
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Double Trouble Part Two
A/N: I have been MIA for so long! I’m sorry guys, really. I haven’t had the motivation for a couple months to really write. The horrible thing about it is that I have ideas for stories but I can never seem to get any words down or put my computer in front of me. I feel like that’s changed and I hope to god it has. Now, I think this is gonna have at least five or six parts cause I feel like it should be dragged out just a little, so yeah.
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Nikki Sixx x Reader/ Tommy Lee x Reader
Part 1
Summary: Vince and Y/n have always been the best of friends whether they’ve had time to hang out or not. But their friendship gets tested when he introduces her to his bandmates under the strict rule that nothing goes on between her or them. That ruler gets pushed to the breaking point when the Terror Twins take an interest in Y/n. Now, not only is Y/n and Vince’s friendship on the line, but Tommy and Nikki’s as well.
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The world was spinning as Y/n walked into her kitchen the morning after the party. She had left as soon as she could, but that didn’t stop her from drinking once she got home. All the liquid courage was need for her to be able to process what she had gotten into last night. Correction - what other people had gotten her into.
Vince would no doubt have a fit over Nikki and Tommy’s behavior, but that didn’t matter. Y/n had to find a way to sort things out before all hell broke loose.
Could she go on a date with both Nikki and Tommy? Sure, there was no harm in it. Could more dates come out of it? Yes. Did she want that? No, not if she valued her friendship with Vince.
The only clear solution that Y/n could see was that she had to let the boys down gently. It was only fair to them that they got a chance, but nothing more. Neither Nikki nor Tommy were the type of men she wanted in her life in a romantic way. They were wild and crazy, the type that doesn’t make it to see their 40th birthday. She didn’t want that.
Vince never told her about the band’s drug and alcohol problems, he didn’t need to. The whole world was aware that the band was as dirty as the devil. That filth was not something Y/n wanted to see herself covered in… not again.
Right out of high school, she had gotten with a man, Ritchie. He had a summer soft smile and eyes like a sunset on the ocean. He was her daydream just as much as her nightmare. Ritchie made her feel safe and loved, showing her just how much he cared through pills and other drugs. “Take these, babe, they’ll make you feel like a queen,” he’d say and she would. She would take whatever he gave her like he was some doctor. Ritchie was nothing but a piece of shit and one day that piece of shit walked away, never to return. But that didn’t mean that everything he’d done walked away with him. For years, Y/n suffered from addiction because of the man that had once claimed to love her. Only after reuniting with Vince did she see the problem with Ritchie’s behavior and the mess that he’d left her in.
So, never again.
Never again would Y/n put herself in that position. Not that she thought Nikki or Tommy would treat her how Ritchie had. Her ex only wanted to feel power. Still, being that close to what had once ruined her life, it was a thrill, but not a risk she wanted to take.
She turned the coffee pot on, hoping a hot cup of energy would get help her feel more alive. Walking past the small radio by the sink, she turned it on, letting “Don’t Look Back” by Boston blairing through the speakers.
Y/n danced around her small kitchen, not giving a thought to the complaints her neighbors were likely to make later. It wasn’t like it sounded like they’d snuck in an elephant from the zoo.
“Far away and left behind, left behind,” she sang at the top of her lungs. “Oh the sun is shinin’ and I’m on my road. Don’t look back-” She glared as the phone rang, interrupting her.
Something always had a way of putting a stop to her mini-concerts.
Striding over to the phone, she picked it up. “Can I help you?”
A light chuckle came through the line. “That’s one way to answer the phone.”
“Nikki?”
“Who’d you think it was, doll? The milkman?”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I was a little busy.”
“Is that “Don’t Look Back” playing?” He asked.
She nodded, before realizing he couldn’t see her. “Yeah, yeah it is.”
He hummed, “So about this restaurant, I got us a reservation for Tuesday at 8. I would have called and asked you what time you wanted but we should be lucky to even get reservations.”
“Listen, Nikki, I don’t think this is a good idea. I mean, it would be nice to get to know you and all, but I don’t think Vince would be very happy about it.”
“Don’t worry-”
About Vince?” Y/n asked. “How could I not worry about him? I’ve been friends with him forever. I can’t not worry about him.”
There was silence before Nikki spoke up. “Alright, then how about you just go out to dinner with me this once. See how you feel and if you don’t wanna go on another date then there’s no second date. How does that sound?”
Y/n nodded as the coffee finished brewing. “Alright, that sounds like a plan. But not a word to Vince about any of this.”
“Oh, trust me, he’d kill me if he found out.”
“See you Tuesday,” Y/n said before hanging up the phone.
One problem solved. One problem almost out of the way. All she had to do was survive until Tuesday and make it through the date. Then she would be home free… but not quiet.
What about Tommy?
The answer she gave to him was a thin-lined maybe. The answer could be interpreted anyway he desired, which didn’t help her one bit.
Tommy seemed like a nice guy and Y/n wanted to give him a chance, but how could she? It wouldn’t be fair to him for her to go out with both him and Nikki. But it also wouldn’t be fair to only give Nikki a chance.
Pouring her coffee, Y/n rested against the counter, weighing her options.
“Maybe I should tell Vince?” she said to herself. Taking a sip of the bitter brew, she nodded. “That way he can’t be hurt by it if I’m honest upfront and he can help me navigate the situation.”
Yes, that is what she was to do. Well… what she was going to stress over until she saw her friend again.
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Which rock band do you think has the hottest members?
I would have to say Gun N’ Roses. This band, they’re just all attractive.
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