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Confessions Of A Confused Heart (They seem to do a lot of confessing, ne?)
Tommy tells Vince what happened in the music store.
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Chapter Seven is here! Yay! Got nothing to say about this one really. On with the show!
Tommy rushed back to the hotel and into his room. Vince was curled up on the bed, watching TV.
Tommy leaned against the door and panted. Vince looked at him, concerned.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he got up from the bed and gently led Tommy to it and sat him down.
"I-I-I..." was all Tommy could get out before he burst into tears.
"Whoa. Hey. Hey. It's okay. Shh. Tell me what happened." Vince wrapped his arms around the sobbing Tommy and held him tight.
Tommy sobbed into his chest then pulled away, rubbing his eyes and trying to get his sobs under control.
"What happened?" Vince asked again.
Tommy took a deep breath. "Nikki kissed me. In a music store. I kissed him back. Please don't hate me!"
Vince stared at him in shock. "He kissed you? What about Mick?"
"I don't know. I asked him that, but then I remembered you and I didn't wait for an answer." Tommy sniffled.
"You don't hate me, do you?" Tommy asked in the smallest voice Vince had ever heard.
"Of course not, baby. I'm fuckin' pissed at Nikki though. How dare he do this to you?!" Vince raged for a minute before turning back to Tommy.
Vince held out his arms for a hug and Tommy happily curled up in them. They sat like that for about an hour with Vince gently petting Tommy's hair. Tommy fell asleep and Vince untangled himself, careful not to disturb Tommy's sleep.
He went to Nikki and Mick's room and pounded on the door. Mick answered. "Yes?"
"Where the fuck is Nikki?" Vince asked, none to polite.
"Right here." Nikki stepped outside the room and shut the door with a smirk at Mick.
As he turned back to Vince, a fist caught him in the mouth, splitting his lip.
"You're a goddamn bastard, you know that." Vince snapped.
Nikki glared at him, wiping blood away from his lip.
With Mick and Tommy
Mick had slipped into Tommy and Vince's room via the connecting bathroom door.
He sat in the armchair at the end of the bed against the wall.
He watched Tommy sleep, marveling at the innocence that he radiated in his sleep.
With Vince and Nikki
Nikki smirked at Vince.
"What the fuck are you trying to do to Tommy?" Vince asked, anger blazing in his honey brown eyes.
"You don't deserve him, Vince. You're just using him until something better comes along. Not that there is anything better. Just something that interests you more than he does and then you'll leave him and where will he be, huh? Lonely and heartbroken over you and you're just not worth it. Tommy belongs to me and Mick, so back the fuck off." Nikki scoffed, green eyes flashing dangerously.
Vince seethed. How dare Nikki tell him that?! He loved Tommy. He really did. What the fuck did Nikki mean when he said Tommy belonged to him and Mick? What the fuck?
"Nikki, you're a liar." Vince said quietly.
"Oh? Prove me wrong then." Nikki arched an eyebrow.
Vince didn't respond, just tried to punch Nikki again. Nikki saw it coming and grabbed Vince's wrist and bent his arm up behind his back. He pressed Vince's face against the wall.
"Let me fucking go!" Vince snapped, struggling against Nikki.
"No. You're going to listen and you're going to listen good." Nikki growled.
He shoved Vince harder against the wall and began talking.
HA! Cliffie! I'm evil. Review!
Tommy rushed back to the hotel and into his room. Vince was curled up on the bed, watching TV.
Tommy leaned against the door and panted. Vince looked at him, concerned.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he got up from the bed and gently led Tommy to it and sat him down.
"I-I-I..." was all Tommy could get out before he burst into tears.
"Whoa. Hey. Hey. It's okay. Shh. Tell me what happened." Vince wrapped his arms around the sobbing Tommy and held him tight.
Tommy sobbed into his chest then pulled away, rubbing his eyes and trying to get his sobs under control.
"What happened?" Vince asked again.
Tommy took a deep breath. "Nikki kissed me. In a music store. I kissed him back. Please don't hate me!"
Vince stared at him in shock. "He kissed you? What about Mick?"
"I don't know. I asked him that, but then I remembered you and I didn't wait for an answer." Tommy sniffled.
"You don't hate me, do you?" Tommy asked in the smallest voice Vince had ever heard.
"Of course not, baby. I'm fuckin' pissed at Nikki though. How dare he do this to you?!" Vince raged for a minute before turning back to Tommy.
Vince held out his arms for a hug and Tommy happily curled up in them. They sat like that for about an hour with Vince gently petting Tommy's hair. Tommy fell asleep and Vince untangled himself, careful not to disturb Tommy's sleep.
He went to Nikki and Mick's room and pounded on the door. Mick answered. "Yes?"
"Where the fuck is Nikki?" Vince asked, none to polite.
"Right here." Nikki stepped outside the room and shut the door with a smirk at Mick.
As he turned back to Vince, a fist caught him in the mouth, splitting his lip.
"You're a goddamn bastard, you know that." Vince snapped.
Nikki glared at him, wiping blood away from his lip.
With Mick and Tommy
Mick had slipped into Tommy and Vince's room via the connecting bathroom door.
He sat in the armchair at the end of the bed against the wall.
He watched Tommy sleep, marveling at the innocence that he radiated in his sleep.
With Vince and Nikki
Nikki smirked at Vince.
"What the fuck are you trying to do to Tommy?" Vince asked, anger blazing in his honey brown eyes.
"You don't deserve him, Vince. You're just using him until something better comes along. Not that there is anything better. Just something that interests you more than he does and then you'll leave him and where will he be, huh? Lonely and heartbroken over you and you're just not worth it. Tommy belongs to me and Mick, so back the fuck off." Nikki scoffed, green eyes flashing dangerously.
Vince seethed. How dare Nikki tell him that?! He loved Tommy. He really did. What the fuck did Nikki mean when he said Tommy belonged to him and Mick? What the fuck?
"Nikki, you're a liar." Vince said quietly.
"Oh? Prove me wrong then." Nikki arched an eyebrow.
Vince didn't respond, just tried to punch Nikki again. Nikki saw it coming and grabbed Vince's wrist and bent his arm up behind his back. He pressed Vince's face against the wall.
"Let me fucking go!" Vince snapped, struggling against Nikki.
"No. You're going to listen and you're going to listen good." Nikki growled.
He shoved Vince harder against the wall and began talking.
HA! Cliffie! I'm evil. Review!
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