I'll Be There

It was 2 days later, a day off and only half a week until we met up with Dj at Hellfest. Speaking of which, I still didn’t know what that was about. “Hey Nikki?” I called over to him. We were out at a pool, he was sun bathing while I much preferred my nice little shade-umbrella. He peered over his glasses at me. “Yeah?” “What’s this Hellfest thing in a few days? It must be pretty big to have Motley and Guns there at the same time.” He chuckled and resumed staring at the sky. “Not just us, a whole shit ton of bands are gonna be there.” He fired off a list of 20 or more, and he couldn’t remember the rest. I screamed periodically at names like Slash, Children of Bodom, and Megadeth. I always wanted to meet Dave Mustaine, and I needed to act more mature than my Golden Gods blunder in front of Slash. “Wait, Slash means Myles Kennedy right?!” I blurted. He glanced over at me once again. “Well his band is Slash and Myles Kennedy.” “Yessss.” I hissed, making a victory fist. “You got a thing for Myles too now?” Nikki pondered. “What? No! Of course not.” He laughed. “Guilty!” “Am not!” “I’m telling Dj.” “Oh no.” This made him laugh harder. “But Nikki, what about Slash and Axl? Don’t they like hate each other?” He thought about that for a moment. “You have a good point, I’m sure they’ll hit the stage and disappear, at least Axl will. Slash seems to be a bit more friendly with people.” “So there’s no chance they’d bump into each other?” I thought, imagining if that happened. “Not a chance.” He confirmed.
I stood up and stretched, careful to keep my eyes out of the horrid sunlight. “Finally going for a dip?” He joked. “The water is just sitting there mocking me, I can handle the sun for a few minutes.” I stuck my tongue out at him and headed to the water. Before I got there though, I was lifted off my feet. “Oh no not again!” I screeched, being cut off by a throat-full of water. I distinctly remembered the first time this happened. That was the day I met Nikki, and the day Dj kissed me. I pushed myself to the surface and coughed up as much as the chlorine filled liquid as I could. “Bastard!” I yelled. He smirked. “You just wait.” I muttered, floating on my back.
A little while later I sat comfortably (and dry) in my room with my most favorite possession. No matter what happened to me in my life I always took it everywhere, and it was about to help me with my revenge. I flipped right to the page, memorized by heart. I briefly wondered if I was going too far. Then I pushed that thought aside and focused on my work. I found a cleaning closet filled with various cleaning chemicals, a mop and bucket, and those sorts of things. I grabbed all the bottles of cleaning supplies and emptied them into the bucket. I also added the disgusting smelling hotel soap I found. Just for the hell of it I grabbed the beer Tommy had left in my fridge and threw that in. I stared at the foul smelling concoction and wondered if it was flammable. Oh well, not my problem. I had it all planned out, the perfect revenge, in true Sixx fashion. I grabbed a dining chair from my room, the bucket, some hairspray, and my cell phone, and headed out, checking to make sure I was alone in the hall. Quickly I dialed the number of his room and heard it ring inside. He answered, but unfortunately nobody was there to reply to him, because it had bought me just enough time to prop up the bucket on the chair and bathe his door in hairspray. I put my cell phone in my pocket and pulled out my lighter. Then I knocked on the door 3 times, lit it up, and ran for it.
I just had enough time to fly around the corner and peek around as his door opened. His cries of shock were hilarious, but I forced myself to stay quiet. He ran back inside, I assumed to get the fire extinguisher, and I darted to my room, closing the door a hair before he reappeared with the foamy stuff. I locked my door just to be safe. A few moments later I heard Nikki yelling across the hall; “Raven I KNOW this was you!!” I fell to the floor and busted out laughing. Not so funny now is it? There was a banging on my door and I jumped. His voice sounded a lot calmer. “Ray let me in.” I backed towards the window, afraid he had magical powers to break in and kill me. “No way.” I said. The knocking stopped and I heard a faint sigh. “Ray please.” I exhaled sadly. I knew I couldn’t hold him off forever. Slowly I undid the lock and peeked out at him. He placed his hand on the door so I couldn’t shut him out. “Can I come in?” He asked. I nodded and backed away.
He put his hands on his hips, looking at the floor very disappointedly. I immediately applied my I’m-sorry-pouty-face. He looked up at me and I braced myself, but I suddenly noticed I didn’t see any anger in his eyes. “First of all, that was MY PRANK you dirty little thief!” He yelled, grinning at me. “Shit!” I yelped as he lunged at me. I dove behind the couch. He definitely did not want to copy that move, so he sat down instead. “Although I must admit, you pulled it off pretty good. But you forgot the piss.” It was then that I registered the disgusting smell of my hellish concoction wafting around my room. I must’ve nailed him! I continued ducking behind the couch just in case this got bad. He sighed and continued talking. “Although, proud as I am and angry still that you stole my prank, you do realize you can’t exactly just get away with that anymore.” “Sorry.” I mumbled. And I was, I just wanted to have fun. I wanted to feel what his life was like. “So, it looks like we’ll have to pay them who knows how much to fix the fuckin door and not sue our asses,then we hang out in the bus until we find a new place because we’ll almost certainly be kicked out.” Now, given this was all supposed to be really bad, it sounded like he talked about these kinds of things all the time and it was no big deal. I popped up from behind the couch and wrapped my arms around him. “You still love me right Nikki?” I asked, smelling my disgusting mix in his greasy hair. “Of course.” He replied. “But this isn’t over.” “Aw shit.” I whined, climbing back over the couch and laying in his arms. It was so much different than being with Dj, it was a different love completely. Speaking of which, I was really beginning to miss him. I wondered how he was doing without me…