Status: Finished
Hell on High Heels
Without you
13 years later.
My relationship with Nikki didn’t last long. We basically never saw each other since he was always on tour while I had to travel quite a lot too to launch my own fashion career.
After Nikki overdosed on Valentines’ day , I realized he first had to sort himself out and get rid of the heroin addiction before he was actually capable of having a real, solid relationship.
We agreed that we would try again after he had gone to rehab. Of course, his addiction only got worse after we broke up.
The last time I saw him was after his second ‘death’. We said we would keep in touch but we both could have known that wouldn’t happen. I haven’t seen him for 13 years now, except for pictures in the magazines.
My thoughts are being disturbed by a song on the radio. It’s Live wire, ironically enough. I lock the door of my store while singing along.
Yes, I own a store. In fact, my clothing lines became so popular I now own multiple stores across the country. I’ve earned enough to never work again but I know I would be bored if I didn’t.
That doesn’t mean that I’m flying around the country to check upon all of my stores now, I only work at the first store that I’ve ever opened.
It’s located in the heart of the Sunset Strip. I guess I’ll never be able to say goodbye to this place. It became my home years ago, even though I’m not originally from California.
Lots of my friends live here as well and since I’m on the subject of friends, even though I haven’t seen Nikki for ages, that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen the other guys in a while either.
In fact, Mick and I regularly hang out and Tommy’s wife Pamela likes one of my clothing lines, she’s a great customer.
Meanwhile…
Nikki’s PoV
“Are you really serious about starting your own clothing line?” Tommy asks while he pores himself a drink.
“Yeah dude, I know it’s going to be risky business for me since I don’t have any experience in the fashion industry yet but if I find someone who can help me, I’m sure it’ll be cool."
"How about Chelsea Wilson? She’s a great designer and is really nice. You can find her (main) store right at the Sunset Strip”, Pamela suggest while I nearly choke in my drink.
“Chelsea? Yeah dude, Chelsea. I’m sure you remember her,” Tommy says with a grin.
Pamela looks at us before rolling her eyes. “I doubt it want to know,” she sighs but I barely hear her.
Chelsea was a great woman and it sucks that I haven’t seen her in ages. Maybe, if I wasn’t so fucked up back then, we could have still been together.
“Dude are you there?” Tommy disturbs my thoughts.
“You know what, I think I will ask Chelsea for some advice and maybe she’s willing to work with me. Thanks for the suggestion Pam.”
My relationship with Nikki didn’t last long. We basically never saw each other since he was always on tour while I had to travel quite a lot too to launch my own fashion career.
After Nikki overdosed on Valentines’ day , I realized he first had to sort himself out and get rid of the heroin addiction before he was actually capable of having a real, solid relationship.
We agreed that we would try again after he had gone to rehab. Of course, his addiction only got worse after we broke up.
The last time I saw him was after his second ‘death’. We said we would keep in touch but we both could have known that wouldn’t happen. I haven’t seen him for 13 years now, except for pictures in the magazines.
My thoughts are being disturbed by a song on the radio. It’s Live wire, ironically enough. I lock the door of my store while singing along.
Yes, I own a store. In fact, my clothing lines became so popular I now own multiple stores across the country. I’ve earned enough to never work again but I know I would be bored if I didn’t.
That doesn’t mean that I’m flying around the country to check upon all of my stores now, I only work at the first store that I’ve ever opened.
It’s located in the heart of the Sunset Strip. I guess I’ll never be able to say goodbye to this place. It became my home years ago, even though I’m not originally from California.
Lots of my friends live here as well and since I’m on the subject of friends, even though I haven’t seen Nikki for ages, that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen the other guys in a while either.
In fact, Mick and I regularly hang out and Tommy’s wife Pamela likes one of my clothing lines, she’s a great customer.
Meanwhile…
Nikki’s PoV
“Are you really serious about starting your own clothing line?” Tommy asks while he pores himself a drink.
“Yeah dude, I know it’s going to be risky business for me since I don’t have any experience in the fashion industry yet but if I find someone who can help me, I’m sure it’ll be cool."
"How about Chelsea Wilson? She’s a great designer and is really nice. You can find her (main) store right at the Sunset Strip”, Pamela suggest while I nearly choke in my drink.
“Chelsea? Yeah dude, Chelsea. I’m sure you remember her,” Tommy says with a grin.
Pamela looks at us before rolling her eyes. “I doubt it want to know,” she sighs but I barely hear her.
Chelsea was a great woman and it sucks that I haven’t seen her in ages. Maybe, if I wasn’t so fucked up back then, we could have still been together.
“Dude are you there?” Tommy disturbs my thoughts.
“You know what, I think I will ask Chelsea for some advice and maybe she’s willing to work with me. Thanks for the suggestion Pam.”
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Ok, this story got repoted because apperantly, it didn't have enough paragraphs. I've edited the first 3 chapters now. I hope it's ok now because I seriously see nothing wrong with it but please, comment me if it's still worng. I'm used to quzilla posting rules, not those of Mibba.