Favorite Roommate || Nikki Sixx

Chapter Fourty Sixx

I woke up mid-day to the front door closing. "Got you coffee, kid"
I yawn "Thank you, Mick."
"What are your plans for the day?"
"Well, Im going to have to go to the house. I have work tonight."
"Are you going to talk to him?"
I sigh "I don't know.. I have to right?"
"I think you know what you need to do, but don't want to admit it."
"You don't think was serious right? Did he think I was serious? I don't want to leave him, I just needed to get out for the night."
"This is not the time or the place, but if I don't say this now, it would be useless but... I told you so."
I laugh knowing that he's right. He did warn me, but I didn't realize that it would happen so soon. As I took a sip of my coffee, I couldn't help but feel anxious about what was to come. I knew I had to face Nikki eventually, but the thought of it made my stomach turn. Mick was right, I knew what I needed to do, but I was scared of the outcome. After finishing my coffee, I got dressed and headed to the house. The ride there was quiet, with only my thoughts for company. As I pulled up to the driveway, I could feel my heart racing. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. The house was empty, he had left. Probably going to the studio. I was surprised to see that all the shattered glass from last night was cleaned up and thrown away. In the meantime, I decided the shower, get ready for the day, and tidy up the house.

The sound of the front door opening startled me, and I froze not knowing whether to greet him or not. He looked surprised to see me, granted I would be surprised to see me too. "Hey," he said, his voice unsure.
"Hey," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. We stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity, neither of us knowing what to say. It was awkward, and I could feel the tension building up. He took his jacket and boots off and placed them neatly on the mat. I continued to mind my own business and mopped the floor. I heard a clink on the liquor cabinet and noticed Nikki had replaced the whiskey glass that was previously in pieces before disappearing into the bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. I wanted answers so badly, but I didn't know how to ask him without causing another fight. I decided to focus on cleaning, hoping it would give us both time to think. After a few minutes, Nikki emerged from the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have said those things. I was angry, and I took it out on you."
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "I'm sorry too," I said, my voice just as quiet. "I shouldn't have made excuses and talked to you about how I felt instead of running off."
Nikki nodded, and we stood there in silence again, and I could feel the tension tensing up. Thank God that we are at least on speaking terms again. "I promise I didn't mean it, Iz..."
I just tightened my lips, unsure of how to respond. It's not okay, but I should forgive him. He cleaned up, replaced the glass, and even had the balls to say he was sorry first. For Nikki, that is the biggest apology you can get. He speaks through actions, not words, and that means more to me than anything. "I forgive you, Nikki." As I finished up cleaning, Nikki "made" us both some dinner, and we sat at the table in the kitchen, eating in silence. It wasn't the most comfortable of situations, but it was a start. "We still need to talk about some things though." I said, my voice steady.
He looked at me, and I could see the worry in his eyes. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. And so, we talked. We talked about our relationship, our future, and what really matters. We talked about what had happened the night before, and how we could prevent it from happening again. It wasn't an easy conversation, but it was a necessary one. In the end, we came to an understanding. We both had to work on our communication skills, and we both had to be more mindful of each other's feelings. It wasn't going to be easy, but we were willing to try. And that was all that mattered. "Oh and Nikki," I called as he got up from the table "I called after you left dinner yesterday and said I couldn't make it to work."
"Yeah? And how'd you pull that off?"
"I said my grandma's funeral is on Saturday."
"So you lied?"
"No, I didn't lie. My grandma's funeral was on a Saturday. It just happened to be on a Saturday in 1973." I smiled and so did he. He lifted up my chin and kissed me. I haven't felt a kiss like that from him in a really long time, and by God, it felt like fireworks were going off.

As I left the house for work that night, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. We still had a lot of work to do, but we were heading in the right direction. And for the first time in a while, I felt hopeful about our future together. Everything will work out the way it's supposed to. Coming home didn't seem stressful either. I was relieved to walk in the door and see Nikki waiting for me on the couch and eager to see me. He ran up to give me a kiss and then started to become all touchy. "Baby," I laugh through the kiss "I need to shower." He pulled away and rested his hands on my hips looking at me with those hungry eyes that I fall for every time. "You can join me if you want."
His lips form into a smirk and he says "I was going to anyway."
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