requested by and dedicated to NikkiSixxsDoll

@ everyone else who has requested one: they're coming soon, i promise! i've said that tons of times before but i've got a lot of free time now and i'm gonna be updating this book more often. i'm also guilty of ignoring it just a bit; School Of Rock is just so much fun to write! anyway, that's it from me. on to the imagine!

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An hour after I first started preparing to leave, I was finally ready. My outfit was perfect and my hair looked good. Yes, I was all good to go.

"Kay! You done yet?" Nikki shouted from the living room.

"Yeah!" I yelled back, looking in the mirror one last time. Feeling confident enough, I walked out to meet him so we could leave.

"Hey, you look great," Nikki said. He stood up and grabbed my hands, kissing me on the forehead before moving to open the front door. "Ready?"

I nodded and walked out as he held the door open for me. The sky was a very pretty shade of blue and the sun was shining brightly. Birds were freely hopping around the ground, not seeming to have any cares in the world. They turned their tails as their feet bounced up, almost as if in beat to a song. "Aw, what a nice day."

Nikki came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. "It's got nothing on you."

"Don't get cheesy on me now," I laughed, turning to kiss his cheek. He grinned and shook his head as he opened the car door for me.

We aimlessly drove around for a bit, soaking up the prettiest part of the day as well as each other's presence. I warned Nikki more than once that we were going to be late for the concert he was supposed to be performing at, but he insisted we had plenty of time.

"Don't worry about it, baby doll," he'd say as he turned onto another random street, only making himself even more late than he would've been.

"I hope you remember these moments when the band is mad at you for being so late," I said.

"I'm gonna remember these moments anyway," he replied, practically mumbling the words.

"What? Why?"

He looked over at me as if I'd just asked some random intrusive question, so I folded my arms and shook my head as if to say 'disregard that.' I looked straight ahead, noting that we were now actually on our way to the show.

"Finally decided your job is at least a little important?"

"Maybe a little," Nikki grinned. "That and I don't want you to be mad at me."

"I wouldn't be mad, Nikki, I'm just saying for your sake."

"Oh, okay. In that case-" he suddenly turned the wheel so violently that I almost hit the door.

"Nikki, what the hell?"

He'd pulled into some parking lot that I had yet to recognize. I looked up at the shop it belonged to and instantly forgot about the show. It was the lovely little ice cream parlor we'd had our first real date at. That had been a long time ago, but I remembered it vividly. It was especially sweet because it was the first time I'd seen Nikki actually look nervous.

"C'mon," he said, getting out of the car. "We have time."

I got out as well and followed him into the shop.

"Wait here," he said, and I sat down at one of the tables. I looked around, more and more memories coming to me as I did. Nikki was wearing a blue button-up that day, the first button open and the sleeves rolled up. He'd looked hot and adorable at the same time; I didn't even know that was possible. But if I had, then I would've guessed Nikki was one of the people most capable of achieving such a look.

He came over to the table I'd chosen and held out a cup full of the creamy frozen treat; the same flavor I'd had the first time we ate there.

"You remembered," I said with a smile, taking the cup. He nodded and sat down, his expression holding the smallest hint of anxiety as he looked down at his own ice cream.

"Yeah. I think I remember everything about that day, actually."

"Huh, odd. For you, at least."

He let out a little chuckle and raised one eyebrow. "I'll take that damn ice cream, I swear."

I laughed and gripped the cup a little more firmly, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream before he could make good on that threat.

"So, you really are dead-set on being late to that show, aren't you?"

"The next time you say something about being late, I'll leave the band."

I leaned forward and slowly said, "you're gonna be late."

"Alright, that's it. I'm done—"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Seriously though, you may want to consider being on time just once in your career."

Nikki paused and appeared to think for a moment. Then he looked down at his ice cream and shrugged. "Nah."

"You know, I'm surprised the group hasn't quit you."

"Me too," he said, laughing, "I've earned it at this point. Well, come on. I think now's a good time to get going; finish your ice cream and we'll get out of here."

I nodded and polished off the little cup soon after he finished his own, and we were off. He took a couple of 'wrong turns' to waste time, but we still made it at a decent hour. The rest of the band greeted us with their usual mixed reactions: Tommy, joy; Vince, relaxed greetings; Mick, indifference. Well, not complete indifference. He grabbed his guitar and said, "finally, the rodeo can start."

"This isn't a rodeo," Tommy called after him. "Music is a fine art."

He looked at Nikki and they both managed to hold straight faces for about three seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Fine art! Oh, that was a good one. That was a really good one."

I shook my head at their antics and followed as the band headed backstage to grab their things. They fixed their hair and made sure their guitars were tuned and their sticks taped just right.

"Good luck," I said from my seat on a rather stiff and uncomfortable wooden chair. "And have fun out there."

"Isn't it bad luck to say wish us good luck?" Vince asked in the same manner I presumed he did most things: absentmindedly.

"It's the thought that counts," Nikki replied for me. "Unless you know it's bad luck and that's why you're saying it. You know, I wouldn't put it past you."

"I wouldn't either." I put my hands on the sides of his head and pulled it down to kiss the top of it. He let out a boyish laugh and raised his head so as to meet my eyes.

"I love you. Thanks for the luck."

"I love you too, and no problem."

"I swear that's bad luck too," Tommy said.

"The what?"

"Saying 'no problem.'"

"What—never mind." Vince shook his head. "After you, Nikki."

Said bass player held my hands for a moment, still looking into my eyes with a small smile. He took a breath as if about to say something and I raised my eyebrows to let him know I was listening. But as he went to say whatever he'd meant to, he stopped, and instead of making a sound simply stared at me with an expression I couldn't quite place. Then he turned and started to head out the door leading to the stage with Vince, Tommy, and Mick right behind him. I watched them start to go, but Nikki stopped in the doorway (so abruptly that Vince crashed into him with a small 'hey'). Nikki ignored him and turned back to me.

"I got something I wanna say," he said, taking two big steps to stand in front of me again. The rest of the band (even Mick) turned to look at him and see what it was. He looked back and them and grinned a little before turning back to me. He grabbed my hands and a dreamy look crossed his face, then he shook his head and lifted my hands for a moment before nodding to himself and getting down on one knee.

"I'm really sorry," he began, digging into his pocket and pulling something out but concealing it in his fist, "but I don't have a big speech to make. And I don't even have the box this is supposed to come in. I just love you so much and I honestly couldn't wait until I had my shit together to ask you this: will you marry me?"

He opened his fist to show a simple but beautiful ring. I heard Tommy gasp and out of the corner of my eye, saw him put a hand on Vince's shoulder and jump up in excitement.

"Aw, Nikki," I said, grabbing his free hand, "I don't care about any of that, I just I love you so much—by all means—I mean yes!"

"Really?" He practically jumped back up and excitedly grabbed my hand. I stretched my fingers out and he put the ring on, then paused to admire it before even I could.

"Dude, congrats! To both of you!" Tommy bounded over and put his arms around us, then followed by Vince, who also hugged us. And Tommy moved that group hug to include Mick, who didn't seem all that thrilled about it but didn't really have a choice anyway and ended up hugging us tighter than either of the other two.

They went out to play the show, and I watched with a full heart and a happy soul. Excuse the less-than-beautiful thought, but the fact that the hot bassist in that band was my fiance was almost too much to handle.

Oh, I just can't wait to marry him.

***

he protecc
he attacc
the bass he smacc
his hair blacc
but most importantly
from the dead he bacc

you guys sure do love your Nikki Sixx, don't you? i know i do ;) anyway, hope you enjoyed! until next time :)