authors note: I read the dirt and am going to try to write this story based on the events. I will change some events around and it's not going to be 100 percent accurate, there will also be timeskips as well. aside from that, please enjoy my fanfiction! it's my first motley crue fic, let me know if you like it!

I watched him bend over and reach over for the phone that was ringing. His voice peered from his lips and his fingers played with his fluffy dyed black hair. His eyes met with mine for a moment and I felt my eyes not being able to leave his. They were a lovely shade of green that went along perfectly with his tan skin and other features.

He had a mysterious aura to him and the more you got to know the guy the more consumed you got with him. For some reason I was so fascinated with Nikki and I didn't know why. Currently, he was selling lightbulbs over the phone. The phone rang every once in a while, this was one of his strange jobs that he took up to get money to support himself for now.

When he hung up, he apologized and placed the phone down.

"Sorry about that, todays a busy day." He chuckled, walking back over to me and picking up his notebook which contained song lyrics in them. We were working on some songs together and swapping our ideas.

"It's cool, dude." I retort, watching him scribble something down on the paper. I scoot a little closer to him so I can see what he was writing.

I accidentally scooted too close and I felt our elbows right against each others. Nikki didn't bother to reposition himself so I guess I didn't have to either.

My eyes examine the lyrics, afterwards lifting my head up to look at him.

"They're great, Sixx!"

Nikki jokingly rolls his eyes from my attitude, I could be overly excited at times. You couldn't blame me- when you finally have a good feeling about one of your biggest dreams coming true, you have every right to feel that way.

"Thanks T-bone, I barely added any more to the song." He spoke before taking a swig out of the opened bottle of jack he had. I didn't understand how we barely had any money but could still afford our personal alcohol expenses. We did steal...

"I know, but this song is looking good. I'm just excited, I guess. Our band is going to be something, Nikki-" I felt myself rambling on about this very subject. We were in the process of auditioning guitarists and we didn't even have a lead singer yet either. I still felt this good feeling swimming in me, I finally met the right person who wanted to make music and was as determined to do it as I was. Our creativities and passions were on the same level, and he was a cool dude altogether. I don't think there was another Nikki.

"Yeah, yeah." Nikki adjusted his hair, the hair that fell into his eyes, making it nearly impossible to look at him. "I'm glad you're on the same page with me, Tommy. Our band is going to be the best fucking band these people have ever seen- we're going to show them that rock and roll isn't dead, we're going to revive it. Once we find our singer and guitarist, we are going to be all set. Tommy, we're going to make it and I know it."

I took a swig out of my bottle of jack too, smiling widely after I took my sip.

"Dude, we are. Me and you- we've got what it takes!"

Nikki laughed from my cheesiness and swung an arm around my shoulder. Our bodies leaned against each others and I laughed alongside with him. I felt my cheeks burn with the feeling of affection he was giving me and I wanted to know right then why I was feeling this way.

I told myself to snap out of it even if I was confused about what these feelings meant. I felt his arm stay there, even when our laughing fit died down. There we were- sitting down on the floor of his grimy cheap apartment that didn't have much in it except for bugs, dirty clothes scattered on the floor, hairspray and drugs and alcohol. We were sitting down in this very apartment ready to change the world. We had nothing left; we didn't have much to lose, and we weren't going to lose.

We finally found a guitarist- he was an older man named Mick, he was somewhere in his 30's and he had some back problem with a name I didn't bother to remember. He had long black hair and was cold, sarcastic and one hell of a guitarist, basically the perfect match for us.

I approved of him the second he walked in through the door. I didn't even need to hear him play, he was hired right there for me. We were jamming with some other dude, trying to see if he can be apart of the band. Mick wasn't going to play with this other guy, he was shit compared to Mick. So we told Mick to kick him out, since he didn't want him here. And plus we wanted to see the balls this guy had.

We lastly needed a singer- a singer that will tie all of this up and make our band complete. The three of us all jammed and when we did it felt right- the sound was indescribable. The feeling was too, it only added on to that feeling of knowing we were going to succeed. I knew Nikki felt it too and Mick had to.

My phone rung and I felt like it was Nikki. I raced to the other room to go pick it up, hearing his voice as soon as I answered his call.

"Hey Tommy, get your ass over here right now. I'm dying your hair black so you can look like Mick and I- it's all apart of our look, you get what I'm saying?"

I run my fingers through my own hair when I heard him say that- it was wavy and brown and I didn't think about dying it, however I wasn't opposed to it. Now that I thought about it, it would be pretty sick. As long as Nikki knew what he was doing-

"Hell yeah man! My hair's gonna look sick!" I exclaim with a smirk, "I'm on my way now, do you want me to bring drinks?"

"Sweet, it is. And no don't worry about bringing because I have, we can get drunk here." Nikki laughed, then speaking up again, "See you in a few."

I drove over to his apartment and felt excited to go see him. Lately I've been feeling this feeling whenever I'm around him- I get overjoyed to even be with him and it weirds me out. It's like our undeniable bond is expanding further but it can't be anything out of the ordinary. I'll try to forget about it, that'll stop this feeling from happening and this assortment of confusion.

There's something so intriguing and captivating about Nikki. He's quite intelligent and speaks out how he feels with his music. You can see it behind his words and sounds, you can see it behind his eyes.

When I arrive to his apartment I don't bother knocking and instead go straight in. I see Nikki sitting down at the table mixing the hair dye in a plastic bowl, not seeming to notice me walk in till after a few seconds. His eyes shimmer and he walks up to me, ruffling my hair.

"Hey T-bone, ready for me to dye your hair?" He raises his dark eyebrow, an excited looked resting on his face.

"So ready, I'm gonna look great!" I smirk, cursing at myself mentally for blushing when I feel him ruffling my long undyed hair, "Are you sure you know what you're doing, though? I mean-"

Nikki didn't even let me finish my sentence, he cut me off before I can finish questioning him.

"I didn't just buy hair dye for nothing," He growls, "You would fuck up your hair if you did it yourself, and besides I've dyed my hair multiple times before. I think I know what I'm doing." Nikki crosses his arms, walking back to the table.

"Sorry dude!" I felt bad for saying that, I doubted he was offended but it was a bit of a dick thing to say when I really thought about it.

"T-bone, it's fine," Nikki retorted, motioning for me to sit down at the table so he can dye my hair, "Aw, does someone feel bad?" He smirked, beginning to dye my hair.

"What- no!" I huff with a blush, my head feeling cool from the hair dye.

"Sure sure." He takes a quick feel at my hair, groaning out loud, "Dude you could've told me you had this much hair! We're gonna be at this for a while," He said dramatically and jokingly, continuing to add more dye to my hair.

"Oh no this is terrible!" I laugh, "But like you said you know what you're doing- you're the expert Sixx, you're gonna make sure my hair turns out good."

"I am," He says quietly, starting to concentrate more on my hair, "Poor you- You're gonna be stuck with me for a while." Nikki jokes with a small smile.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Eh. Not if you like me, Tommy," He tilts my head up so I can look at him, "And... I think you do." He gets the brush he is using to dye my hair with and dabs a bit of it on my nose as a joke. I laugh and wipe it off.

"Dude! Keep it away from there, that shit smells bad!" I swat my head up from him and feel him continue to dye my hair.

"To answer you on that, I do.." I laugh, but for some reason I thought deeper about it. Yeah I liked Nikki- he was a cool guy, he was someone I haven't known for that long but I felt a great bond with him. He was someone who I could write songs with and express my love for music with- not only that but we shared that same love.

But it was something else- I felt something else pulling at me. There was this feeling I couldn't get rid of, there was this feeling that wouldn't leave alone. This feeling made me want to be around Nikki- it made me appreciate him and his features even more. This is what felt like the 100th time today where I've encountered these feelings and questions. And I didn't even know what they were telling me.

"Of course you do," Nikki softly speaks, "I don't see why though-"

"Dude! You're joking, right? Don't be that way, you know exactly why I like you."

"Yeah, I so do." He rolled his eyes playfully and dyed my hair, seeming eager to change the topic, "Hey so have any luck finding a singer?"

"No but I was thinking.. I knew this guy in high school named Vince, and he was in some cover bands. I was thinking of asking him?"

"Oh he sounds cool," Nikki nods in approval, "Ask him, send him a sample of our music and see if he would be willing to jam with us one of these days."

We took occasional smoke breaks and we finally finished putting all the dye in after 40 minutes. Nikki wanted to make sure he got every part of my hair, that and he wanted to make sure he did it perfectly. Now we were letting the dye sit.

"Do you think I'll look good with black hair?" I asked while taking a look at myself in the mirror. There was dye all over my face too, Nikki's own hands being covered in it.

"Yeah you're going to look cool, that's for sure," Nikki nods, "Your hair was already somewhat dark. You won't pull it off as well as me, though-"

"Piss off!" I joke and smirk at him, "You're jealous because you know Mick pulls off black hair better than you."

"Why is that so true?" Nikki groaned, causing me to laugh.

"Dude you're actually jealous of Mick?"

"No! Why the hell would I want ankylosing spondylitis?"

"What the fuck is that?!"

Nikki gives me a look and facepalms.

"Oh Tommy.." He chuckles and stands next to me, "It's the back disease Mick has."

"That's right! The name was so long so I didn't bother remembering it."

We waited for my hair to process and Nikki washed out my hair in his sink. Then he took me into his tiny bathroom and plugged in his blowdryer, blowing out my hair.

"Holy shit," He murmered, looking totally shocked, "Dude, your hair looks so good.. Don't look yet though!"

"Ugh why! I want to see it!" I attempt to turn my head and he snaps my head back so I'm facing him.

"I told you not to look! Let's just say you look amazing..." He whispers in my ear before he goes on with blowing out my hair. We barely talked during this time because the blowdryer was loud and overpowered what we were saying.

When he was done blowing out my hair, he looked shocked.

"Tommy you look fucking amazing... Wow.. Go look at yourself in the mirror."

I turn around and gasp. Holy shit did I look good!

"Nikki! You weren't kidding when you said you knew what you were doing!" I shout, giving him a side hug, "Dude I have no words I look so good! Thank you Nikki- so much!"

Nikki pulls me in close so that we are now fully hugging. I return the hug and smile widely against him, just as big as the blush lying on my cheeks.

"No problem T-bone, I wasn't expecting it to look this good." He pulled away after a few minutes, running his fingers through my hair to see how it feels, "Doesn't feel too damaged either."

Oddly I liked how the hug felt.. I felt kind of sad to feel us part ways but then I came to conclusion of how weird that sounded. I need to stop thinking this way, it's getting to a whole other level.

Now we were one step closer to our band being where we wanted it to be.