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Y/N's POV, December 23rd 1987

Things weren't particularly interesting in Van Nuys, I'd lived here for five years now after inheriting my grandparents house after they died and the most interesting things that happened were the odd lost cat, the odd out of control garden fire and the odd earthquake.

Things had got slightly more interesting ever since Nikki Sixx moved in opposite me a couple of years ago. He really spruced things up, mainly because I mean, he's gorgeous and makes for nice viewing especially as I see him sometimes outside, or even through windows in his house, which isn't creepy, we'd both saw each other a few times through our windows.

You see, I lived across the road from Nikki, so had tried to be neighbourly be and say hi to him wherever possible and I'd gone over and talked to him multiple times when I felt the need and by now we had a friendship, as far as to look after his house while he was on tour and went over sometimes if I hadn't seen him in a while, to make sure he was okay.

I always wanted to befriend him, ever since he first moved in because I was a fan of Mötley Crüe, not huge but I was aware of them and did enjoy the music they put out. Nikki has had a rough time recently, he'd had a rough breakup a few months ago and had been struggling with drug problems ever since he got here.

I'd seen the drugs when cleaning up his house for him while he's been touring, and the more I got to know him the more open he was with me, and had started telling me more recently some of his personal struggles.

Really, I cared about him, I did.

And tonight he's scared me and every fan he had to death. I'd been sat watching MTV with a glass of wine when it was announced Nikki was dead from a drug overdose. I felt like my heart dropped through my stomach and after the shock had warn off, I rushed upstairs to my bedroom and decided to sit on my windowsill and watch, hoping that there had been a mistake and he'd return home.

I knew I was being stupid, that he wasn't going to appear and I was just hanging onto hope, and accept that he was gone but I sat there for thirty minutes until I finally just had to face reality. Nikki was dead.

Just as I was about to accept that I was never going to see him again, and head downstairs to crack open another bottle of wine and grieve the loss of a friend and someone that I'd even admit I loved, not just as a 'friend'. I saw someone half walking, half running up the street, at first I honestly thought it was some homeless guy because of the state of them but when I looked closer, it was definitely a shirtless Nikki looking like he'd been dragged through the darkest depths of hell.

I gasped and stared, thinking maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me and making me see what I wanted but when I saw him go up to his front door and pull out the spare key I knew it wasn't my eyes playing tricks, Nikki was alive.

I discarded my wine glass on the windowsill, headed downstairs, turned off my electronics, put on some shoes and grabbed my keys, for my key to Nikki's house incase he'd locked the door behind him and left my place to head over to his.

I crossed the road, and walked up up his driveway, strangely anxious turning up here unannounced, despite that I continued up to his front door, hoping he wasn't going to be pissed off at me, I wasn't really in the mood to be yelled at, I think I'd probably break down into tears if he yelled, I was already a mess and on the verge of a breakdown from hearing he was dead, hell, I might cry when I see him face to face, who knows?