I peeled my eyes opened for a brief moment, only to see Nikki and Tommy standing on the opposite side of the room (which seemed really bright). I was currently laying in Nikki's bed, tangled in the messy, silky hotel sheets, which, I noticed, smelled lightly of cigarette smoke and lemons.

My head was swimming and I didn't know what time it was; when was the show? Was it still morning? Why did I feel so awake all of a sudden?

Holy shit, these sheets were soft...

Assuming that the show wasn't until later, I closed my eyes again. Nikki would have woken me up if we were performing, right?

"T-Bone, she's too lit to function. She can't go on stage," Nikki whispered.

"Who else knows?"

"Mick; he saw me carrying her in the hall."

"Fuck. Well what do we tell the girls? Oh God, what do we tell Vince? He's gonna pitch a bitch fit," Tommy said quietly.

I could hear one of them shuffle their feet across the carpet.

A smile creeping to my face, I decided to see if I could freak them out by sitting up suddenly, like I was possessed or something.

I waited a moment and shot up with a shout, earning a wide eyed glance from both boys, who looked like they had just seen a ghost.

"Hi boys," I breathed, mentally bouncing in place- I felt like I had been hit by a train of energy.

"Hey, Sexy Sadie, how do you feel?" Tommy asked, clearly amused.

"I feel... great," I said, a smile growing.

Nikki stood still, his beautiful green eyes still a bit wide as he stared at me.

"Nikki, what's wrong with you?" I asked, stretching. "Oh my God," I whispered.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked, almost panicking as Tommy stood nearby with a goofy grin plastered across his face.

"These sheets! Have you felt how soft they are?" I asked, eyes wide.

Now, Tommy was full on laughing to the point where Nikki punched him in the arm.

"Sadie, honey, we have a show soon. Are you gonna be okay up here by yourself?" he asked as Tommy whined about having a bruise.

"No," I mumbled with a pout. "I'm going."

"Sadie, you're too-"

"I'm fine. I feel great- like I can go for hours," I said, with a wink.

I climbed out of bed and slunk over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. With a smirk, I inched my way closer to Nikki's face. His eyes were now lazy and low as he smirked back at me.

"Bye, Tommy," I breathed.

"Yup, that's my queue," he said, grabbing another beer for the short walk back to his room. "Better make it a quickie, Sixx; there's not much time left."

"Yeah, yeah. Bye," Nikki snapped before pressing a kiss to my lips.

"I missed you, Sixx. I need you," I whispered against his lips as he brushed his fingers up my side, which felt like absolute heaven.

"Where?" he asked with a mischievous laugh as he ran his hand down my back.

"You know exactly where," I said with a laugh.

"Here?" he asked cutely, grabbing my ass.

"Close," I mumbled, happy to have his hands on me either way.

"Here?" he asked, bringing his hand around, tucking his fingers between my legs.

"There," I said, somehow shocked- even through my panties it got to me.

"You got it, babe," he replied, kissing my neck.

"How long do we have?" I breathed.

"Mm, about twenty minutes, but I don't think we'll need that long," he said, still kissing down my neck.

°°°°°°

1981

"Well, Sadie, you're another year older," Nikki said, his charming smile causing my breath to catch.

"Yeah. Seventeen," I replied with a laugh.

"How does it feel?" he asked, leaning against the counter of their new apartment.

"Honestly? The same," I mumbled, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, you're one year closer to being legal," he reminded with a shrug, a suggestive glint in his eyes.

"I don't think I'm gonna hold out that long, to be fair."

God, he was easy to fall in love with; more often than not, I found myself thinking of him when I was in class. I guess he made high school a little more bearable- little did I know that in a couple weeks I would stop going to school all together.

He was just so amazing; he was beautiful (and I rarely use that word for guys), had an amazing personality, and his music taste... well, it was to die for; he listened to the same things as me- Aerosmith, New York Dolls, T. Rex, Bowie, the Sweet. He was a dream come true, but he was older than me and I felt like I needed to stay in my place.

"Why is that?" he asked, squinting in an amused manner.

"I think I'm a hopeless romantic," I said dramatically. "I mean, I fall for anyone that catches my eye."

He began to laugh, but it sounded a bit emphasized, like he was being trying to make a point.

"When has anyone ever caught your eye?" he asked. "Give me three."

"Well... I don't-"

"Okay, one. Give me one," he demanded, first holding up a finger, than crossing his arms with a chuckle.

I felt my cheeks go pink, "Well, you did," I mumbled.

The smirk didn't leave his face as he stood up straight and strutted across the kitchen to me.

"Really?"

"Don't make fun of me," I pleaded, looking at the floor.

"I'm not making fun of you. I think it's cute," he said, slipping a finger under my chin so that he could tilt my head back up.

"Cute isn't exactly what I was going for," I mumbled quietly, avoiding his gaze by busying myself with reading the nutrition facts off of a can of coke over his shoulder.

"Sadie, would you look at me, please?" he asked. I raised my eyes to meet his, the beautiful green color turning a slightly darker shade. "I feel special knowing that you're into me. You're a special girl," he said, brushing a bit of hair out of my face.

"I shouldn't have said anything. Now I feel stu-"

"Don't feel stupid," he begged, stepping somehow closer and wrapping his arms around me.

"Now things are gonna be weird," I  muttered sadly.

"No they won't," he promised reassuringly.

"How can they not be? I mean, I pretty much just told you that I've basically had a crush on you since I met you-" I cut myself off, realizing that I didn't need to tell him that; I was already embarrassed, and he probably already knew.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it; I dig you, too."

"Really?" I asked, only half believing him.

My internal monologue was along the lines of "Sadie, make it work! He's into you- maybe," but my external attitude overrode the internal joy.

"Yeah, I just didn't want to try to make a move and ruin things between us."

"What is there to ruin? We do some weird shit together," I said with a quiet laugh, thinking back to when we stole a Christmas tree, lit people's trash on fire, and some of our other weird adventures.

"Well, let's say I did this," he began before kissing me, "and things were forever awkward after... What then?"

"Then I would have done this," I replied, kissing him back.

He snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, so that I was pressed against his chest.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" he asked when we broke apart.

"About what?"

"Not holding out until eighteen."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did," I mumbled, biting my lip nervously.

"Hm, I'm glad," he said with a chuckle before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my jeans.

"I'm back, sorry, Sadie! I know it's your birthday and all, but I had to do a couple of- whoa... what's going on here?" Tommy asked awkwardly, walking in with keys in one hand and a big paper bag in the other.

"Uh, nothing," Nikki and I both said, pushing each other away gently.

"O-kay," Tommy said, looking suspiciously between us. "I, uh, brought something from Mom and Dad," he informed, putting the bag in the fridge.

I could hear Nikki sigh frustratedly. Internally, I was doing the same.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A surprise. We have to wait for Vince and Mick first," he said before walking back to where his mattress sat in one of the rooms.

"This Mick dude is still weird," I noted. "How do you know he doesn't want to kill you or something?" I asked.

"He plays a damn good guitar; I don't give a shit if he wants to kill us," Nikki said with a shrug.

"Agreed," Tom called from his room.

"I guess we need to be a little faster next time," Nikki muttered quietly.

"I guess so."

"I have a feeling that you and I are going to get very familiar with the 'quickie'," he said with a wink, walking to his room.

Wow... seventeenth birthday, and I was left sexually frustrated by Nikki Sixx. Beautiful.

°°°°°°

"Shit," I said, hurrying to pull my stage pants (which had to be made of the tightest spandex on this planet) on as someone banged on our door.

"How much time do we have?" I asked, irritated.

"About... six minutes," he said with a smirk.

"Ooh, we took fourteen; is that a new record I smell?" I asked jokingly.

"Nope, ironically enough, six was the record."

"Oh, that one time at the MTV thing?"

"Yup. In the bathroom," he reminded, pulling on his gold vest.

"Wow... I love gold on you," I said, running my hand down the bare spot of his chest. "You look so tan today," I noted with a laugh.

"I didn't yesterday?"

"I don't think so."

"It's the ecstasy; colors are more vibrant," he explained.

"Oh... This honestly isn't what I expected. I thought I-"

"Sadie, Nikki, let's go!" barked Fred (head of Mötley's security).

"Fuck off," Nikki yelled back.

He rolled his eyes and pulled on his shoes as I pulled on my stage corset.

"Doesn't it take forever to put that on?"

"Nope. I like wearing it anyway, so it's easy."

"Really?"

"Yup. Maybe someday I'll wear one that's not just for the stage."

"Sixx, Sadie, Let's go!"

"Coming! Don't get your dick in a twist," I shouted at the door.

"C'mon babe, you ready?" Nikki asked, holding a hand out for me.

"Babe?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll take it. Let's go," I said, grabbing his hand.

Once we arrived at the stage, I was really aware of the effects of the ecstasy coursing through my system. Everything was so bright and vivid.

"Holy shit, Sadie, your pupils are tiny!" Vince shouted in my face, his eyes wide as he gripped my shoulders.

"Really?" I asked, not really caring.

"Yeah, really. Nikki, what'd you give her?"

"She accidentally took some of Izzy's ecstasy. She's fine."

"She's fine? You realize that this is coming from you, right?"

"Yup. Now shut up; we have a show to do."

"Crüe on in ten," someone shouted.

"You ready, Sadie?" Nikki asked.

"Never been more ready to do anything," I said, inadvertently swaying to the sexy groove of Rocket Queen being played from the stage. "Well, other than you."

"Good," he said, chuckling as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"What, no big hair tonight?" Mick asked us as he walked over.

He wore his guitar low, like always, and had a cigarette in one hand, and a coke in the other, which was, without a doubt, an emptied out can he had refilled with vodka.

"We didn't have time," Nikki mumbled absently, randomly plucking at the strings of his bass.

After Axl's traditional sign off, he and the rest of the Guns guys came off stage, sweaty and hyped.

"Hey, Sadie Michelle, how ya doin'?" Izzy asked when he saw me.

"I feel great, Izz," I informed, kissing his cheek.

"Good. I'm sorry about the fuck up."

"No worries! It's fine," I insisted.

"Izzy! C'mere!" Slash slurred, waving him over.

He nodded and turned back to me, "Good luck, Sadie," he said before heading over to his band mates.

"Are you ready, baby?" Nikki asked.

"Almost," I mumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips (which accidentally turned into a bit of a make out session- oops). "Now I'm ready," I said with a giggle, wiping the red lipstick off of him.

"Me, too," he agreed, almost in a daze.

"Crüe, you're on."

"Be careful out there; drink lots of water when you can, okay," he said, lightly brushing his thumb on my chin.

I nodded and he kissed my forehead, then headed over to his place on the stage.

The girls and I took our last few minutes to stretch and chat (which was actually really nice) before our stage queue.

This wasn't so bad; not what I expected anyway. I thought there would be major color differences and hallucinations; that only happened when I stared at something for too long. Not saying I would make a habit out of this, but I wouldn't be sad if it somehow happened again.

Soon enough, I would be onstage, and I would be moving around, having the time of my life.