The Spectacular Nikki Spade

xStarletx

Chapter 2

A/N: Well after a really, really, REALLY long time I've finally gotten around to updating. I know I have no one interested in this anymore, and I swear I meant to update earlier, cause I had like 20 chapters of this finished, but when a computer took the entire story with it when it died I just figured that I would restart once I got more stories finished and that never happened. But here we go I'm starting over so hopefully I'll get new readers, maybe even make some old ones happy. But yeah Please enjoy the new and improved story.

Words did not describe how angry and upset Nikko was to be standing on the other side of the glass watching what used to be his Spectacular perform without him. Yes he and Courtney had broken up but she didn't have to take this away from him, even if he did have his own band. They finished their set and Courtney waltzed out looking all sorts of beautiful and Nikko felt his heart twinge in that same heartbreaking way.

"Nikko!" she said feign light surprise. She coyly folded her arms over her chest and smiled icily at him. "You know you're not supposed to be here."

Nikko ignored her dagger like words and looked away to she couldn't see just how much that hurt him. "I'm actually here for an interview," he said coolly.

She scoffed at him. "Oh you are?" she asked, her arms folded over her chest. "An interview for what?"

"An internship, here," Nikko said and he wasn't lying he actually did have an interview, he had just come early, to see how Spectacular was doing without him.

They were just fine.

Courtney nodded in a way that told him that she didn't believe him at all. "Right, well, good luck with that," she said before flipping her hair impatiently and stalking off.

Nikko felt his heart shatter a little bit once the anger in his chest deflated. Things had been so perfect with Courtney, she was the opposite of him and he needed someone like her to remind him why he was still being a nice guy. He frowned a little before leaving the recording room to go and sit down. The waiting room chairs were comfortable at least but Nikko couldn't bear to bring himself to read the magazines they had out. His heart just wasn't in it.

The elevator dinged and whooshed open and then someone strode in, not with purpose but with great hesitation. Nikko looked up to watch the girl go by in big clanking boots and a mismatched fraying outfit consisting of dark colors and bloody reds. There was a pair of large framed black sunglasses covering her face but Nikko recognized her immediately.

The blonde hair might have been messier, the clothes darker and the face partially hidden but Nikko knew immediately that this was the girl he had saved a few days ago. She went to the receptionist, quietly speaking to and Nikko got up.

"Hey," he said tentatively. "Do you remember me?"

The girl whirled around, still unsteady on her feet she wobbled a bit, clinging to the receptionist's counter for balance. She peeled off her sunglasses and winced up to him, he could tell from the pained look in her eyes that she was hung-over. She frowned up to him. "Do I know you?" she asked.

She wasn't happy person when she was hung-over. Her eyes were lined with dark colors and the happiness he had seen in her the night he rescued her was all but gone and replaced with a sour disposition. Maybe this girl had a hyper twin. "Uh, my name's Nikko Alexander, you, uh, crashed at my place a few days ago."

Her blood red lips formed a silent oh as realization dawned on her. "Oh, that's right. Thank you by the way."

"So what's your name, you never did tell me," Nikko said a smile returning to his lips.

He hoped that if he smiled enough she would smile back but she didn't. She huffed and opened her mouth to answer but someone else beat her to it. "Well, well, well. Look who finally got up," Abigail Spade said sauntering in through the door from her adjoining office.

Abigail Spade was blonde as well, dressed in a high priced tailored skirt suit set she glared down at the other girl with disapproval in her green eyes. She tapped her high heeled shoes at her while the other girl frowned up at him. "There's no need for the attitude," she snarled.

"Well I'm sorry!" Abigail said, raising her voice and causing the other girl to frown. "Maybe if you weren't out drinking all the time getting up in the morning wouldn't be so hard for you."

"Stop shouting, I'm here so what did you want to see me about?" she cried.

Abigail shook her head drawing out a long impatient sigh. "First I must see to Nikko Alexander and then you and I will discuss your punishment for being late," she said.

The girl huffed at Abigail and went to go sit down. Abigail snapped her fingers and walked away and Nikko took it as his cue to follow her. Nikko sat down at the leather couch by the large desk. Abigail was doing her best to smile at him but Nikko could tell that she was upset about what had just happened between her and the blonde.

"I'm sorry about the scene," she said quickly picking up a folder from her desk.

Nikko shook his head as he watched her fluid motions. She sat beside him and he tried to act like he wasn't flustered at the fact that he was sitting in Spade's office. "It's alright," he said trying to act casual. "I'm guessing she's a disgruntled singer? Not performing to your standards?"

Abigail blinked her eyes at him, her lips thinned and Nikko wondered what it was he had said to her to upset her further. "Something like that," she whispered icily and Nikko fell silent. "This here is your contract. You'll be working closely with my sister, Nicole Spade."

Nikko felt his heart slam into his mouth in a sudden bout of anticipation. "Whoa, whoa, Nikki Spade?" he cried, unable to contain his grin or excitement. "I'm sorry, but wow!"

"Yes, well I would like to get Nicole back into the business but she refuses to sing so I figured I'd make her work with the intern. The two of you will be starting out small, but I should probably warn you that Nicole is a bit... unpredictable," she warned.

"I think I can handle her," Nikko said confidently. "So when do I meet her?"

Abigail pinned him with a quizzical look. "Did she not tell you who she was?" she asked, Nikko stared at her confused and small smile donned the woman's lips. She pulled Nikko out of his seat and back to the reception area and the blonde who was sunk in her seat, her black coat pulled tightly around her, sunglasses still firmly placed on her face.

Abigail snatched the sunglasses off of the girl's face and she winced, bags were under her eyes and her face had gotten paler in their absence. Nikko figured she must have been really sick. "Nikki, meet Nikko, he's our new intern and you and he are going to be working together."

Nikko stared down at his blonde, the girl he had rescued, apparently Nikki Spade, the girl he had idolized for most of his life. Nikki did not look impressed by him at all, in fact she glared at him with a look of mild contempt before she turned to her sister with an even sour glare. "I told you I'm not going to be working here, or anywhere near here."

"And I told you that if you plan on staying in your fancy apartment, with your fancy car and your extravagant allowance you will be learning the trade," Abigail reminded her.

Nikko suddenly felt very out of place, like he shouldn't be there for this very private conversation. Nikki looked like she was going to argue more but suddenly a worried look fell upon her face. She held up a hand to stop her sister's questions and then looked around. Before anyone could ask what was wrong she darted over to the trash can and began to vomit loudly.

Abigail palmed her forehead with a solid groan and Nikko winced. This wasn't looking like it was going to be a fun internship.

It was three in the morning when his phone began to beep annoyingly. Groaning Nikko pulled the phone out from under his pillow and stare at it. They had thought it a good idea to exchange numbers and now, at this ungodly hour, Nikki Spade was calling him. What was she even doing up?

Nikko answered it. "Hullo?" he said softly.

"Hurry up and open the door I'm cold," Nikki's happy voice called through the phone.

"What? What door?" Nikko wondered his tired and foggy mind not fully comprehending what she was saying to him.

"Open the door so I can come inside!" she repeated. Nikko sat up in bed suddenly understanding, she was here again.

He jumped out of the bed and tore down the stairs silently hoping that Stavros hadn't heard anything. He opened the door quickly and Nikki practically toppled in on him. She had completely changed from that afternoon. Her hair was glimmering and pin straight, she was in a bright pink dress and really high shoes. She smiled up at him, her lips painted a rosy pink with heavy neon colors shadowing her eyes.

"Hello handsome," she said and Nikko shied away from her, she reeked of alcohol again. He felt his heart sink into his stomach, she was drunk again.

"My sister's being a kill-joy, I need a place to crash, you cool with me staying here?" she asked flashing her toothiest grin at him. He had answered the door shirtless and she seemed fascinated with his bare chest, her hands moving up and down.

He didn't want to react but she was just so softly stroking him, stroking a sudden awareness in him. "I don't think this is a good idea," he said softly.

Her smile faded and was replaced with a sudden frown and for the first time Nikko could see it. Nikki Spade was completely and utterly shattered.

"But... I don't have anywhere else to go," she whispered tears springing into her beautiful blue eyes.

Nikko crumbled almost instantly. With a heavy sigh he moved aside and let her move past him. It looked like he was going to be sleeping on the couch. She took her shoes off when she got up onto the landing and suddenly she was peeling off her pink dress. "I'm going to borrow a shirt," she told him, her voice low.

Nikko followed after her watching in muted silence as the dress slid down her body and to her feet. She looked over her shoulder to him, smiling at him as she caught him staring at her. He knew he should have looked away but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

"You can join me you know," she offered and Nikko felt temptation nagging at the back of his mind.

Instead he shook his head. "No," he said handing her a shirt from his pile of newly cleaned laundry. He should have put it away but he had all but forgotten that afternoon. "I like my girls sober."

Nikki took the shirt from him and put it on, covering herself from him. "Fine, you're loss," she said and then flopped onto his bed."

Nikko watched her curl up in his bed and wondered at how amazing it could have been to have Nikki Spade in his bed, you know if she wasn't so drunk she probably wouldn't remember how she got there in the morning. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow and despite the circumstances of her return Nikko couldn't help but smile. She certainly did look beautiful with her blonde hair fanned out around her face.

He could definitely get used to the idea of having her in his bed, now if only she could be sober the next time she was in there.