Tommys POV
Ugh. I'm in so much shit with my parents. They're usually pretty cool about letting me go out, y'know me being 17 and all, but I fucked up majorly by staying out all night. I just know it.
I can see it on my moms face, i'm gonna get chewed out, honestly I really dont need this. I mean bruh my head hurts because of this massive hangover i've developed.
Yay. My ass also hurts, just another reminder of how majorly I fucked up last night.
How could I have done that?! Alcohol. Must've been. I know Sixx isn't interested in me either, we were both drunk. Way too drunk. "Tommy!" My mom yells, spooking me from my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I ask, still hovering by the front door. "Where were you!?" She cries worriedly. I can see that she's terrified. Her usually kind face is twisted into a face that kinda worries me.
I sit down, prepared for the chewing of a lifetime. I won't tell them what happened. I won't.
"Well I went to see the band London right? I got to meet Nikki Sixx, their bassist. And well I had an accident so he let me stay over at his house. He was impressed with my drumming." I explain feebly.
"Son, you stayed out all night, nearly worrying your mom to death, plus you look hungover."
"I'm not. I swear." I mumble.
"Well you're grounded for two months." My dad grunts
TWO MONTHS?!
"What the hell dad?!" I groan. I look back out at the window.
"For lying to us." Dad states.
"Lying?" I ask. For a second I think that he may have seen Nikki while he was helping me up to the door. If anyone had seen both of us, it was obvious we'd had sex.
"David..." my mom says uncomfortably.
"Look at the marks on his neck!" He growls.
"Fine, okay I went out and I met this chick, we made out a little at the Starwood at the concert. Okay? It didn't go any farther than that." I lie. I have a feeling my dad wouldn't be very receptive if I told him that me and the 20 something year old bassist for a rock band had hot drunk sex
Dad still doesn't look like he fully believes me.
"Go to your room son." He says.
"Okay, can I call a friend first? To let him know I can't go band scouting? Because I'm grounded." I plead
Dad takes a moment, but nods. I bound into the kitchen and dial Nikkis number. "Pick up Sixx." I mutter. Maybe he's having another fight with his current bandmates. He told me about the struggles last night, and basically his time with London, was over. Thats why he invited me to start a new band.
The ringing is making my headache worse, thank god he picks up the phone. "Hello?" He slurs into the telephone.
"Hey, it's me!" I say, trying my best not to sound fucking exhausted.
"Oh, hey Tommy, whats up man?"
"Well I got grounded but planning on sneaking out tonight, can you come pick me up?"
It takes a moment for him to reply.
"Sure man, we can talk more about this band I wanna form."
"Okay, around 11pm!"
"Got it. Oh and Tommy?"
"Yeah?"
"What we did? It was just a one time thing. Call it experimentation."
I nod "okay." I say, hanging up the phone. The stupid thing is, I really liked last night. Well what I can remember anyways, but I'm looking forward to seeing him.
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Starry I think not (terrorcest)
Fanfiction"Hey, doll, come a little closer" In which Tommy Lee feels an overwhelming attraction to Nikki and really its mutual. But they can't be together.
