Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

65: Going to California

~ Amanda's POV ~

My breathing hitched as my mind pondered deeper into whether or not I should go away with Vince. I had done it once before, and it was good for so long after. Sometimes it's good to get away from all of the other bullshit that life brings along, so you can see what's really important.

But I also didn't want to be hundreds or thousands of miles away from home, just to be pissed off at him because he cheated on me.

"Vince, I—," I started, unsure of what to even say to him. I was on the fence entirely, and I could easily be swung one way or the other.

"Let's go away," Vince said. "And we can work out every damn issue we have left."

"I don't know," I said, biting my lip slightly as I broke the eye contact between us.

"We can go wherever you want," Vince said. "We can do whatever you want. As long as we're together."

"You really think that we could work everything out?" I wondered.

"Definitely," he said in a trusting tone.

"Because I'm not so sure," I confessed.

"What's there to stop us?" Vince said, passion growing in his tone as he spoke with confidence. "We've gotten through so much, and we still managed to get along well enough to have a wedding and then Maria. Not many couples can say that. And I know that you know we're meant to be together. There's nobody better suited for us than each other."

"I can feel it too," I said, finally making eye contact with him again. "But I don't want you to think that I'll be able to look past this. This is a lot to overcome, Vince."

"I know," Vince said, moving his hands to cup around my ears now, pushing my hair flush against my face. "But it's either this or nothing. Because I need you. And you need me."

For a moment, I felt like he was being sort of manipulative. Trying to say that I couldn't live without him, and that if I didn't give him a chance I'd be sad forever? I mean, that's wrong, but he's honestly completely right...so who am I kidding?

"But if I go with you," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I don't want you thinking that everything is automatically okay. You really need to convince me that you can change."

"Yes, baby," Vince said, moving his face so that he was only inches away from me now. "I'll do whatever it takes."

I wanted to believe him, anybody would, but part of me couldn't help but think that everything he was saying and promising sounded a little too perfect. And it was a weird feeling wanting to trust what he says now when he was lying to me only minutes ago. But I couldn't fight what my heart wanted.

"Fine," I finally agreed. "I'll go away with you."

"Thank you," he said, leaning in so close to me, to see if I was willing to kiss him or not.

I thought about it for a moment, remembering that his lips were probably all over somebody else just an hour ago. That feeling of anger boiled deep in my gut when I recalled it, but it wasn't going to make me feel any better to continually push him away. I was pissed off, and he had a lot of explaining and work to do on himself, but I figured he needed some motivation too.

So I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, him reciprocating me gladly as he moved his hands down to my hips, pulling me close to him and holding me tightly. I loved the feeling of being under his touch, suddenly feeling comfortable with my decision to go away.

"When do we go?" I asked, our kiss ending and our foreheads resting on one another's.

"Right now," Vince said, not a doubt in his mind.