*Garrett POV*
"Dahvie, you look terrible, are you okay?" I asked sitting next to him.
"I'm just stressed. We have to choose one person to be part of the band, that means that we'll break 3 other peoples hearts. To make it so far and us just to tell them no." Dahvie replied burying his face into his hands.
"You know what you need? You need someone to help "relieve" your stress." I smirked pulling out a phone book.
"Hmm lets see, Madison, Kiki, Nila, hmm aha here we go. Nikki's house calls. Yea that sounds perfect."
Dahvie wasn't even paying attention. I called the number.
"Yea, she'll be there in 20 minutes at least, $15 bucks an hour, or you can keep her all night, $30 per night."
"Thank you Mr. Tucker." I hung-up.
"Dahvie? Dahvie? Are you awake?" I asked poking him in the cheek.
"Please stop Garrett." Dahvie said.
"Okay then, Mr. Grumpy-pants" I got up and went upstairs
~~20 minutes later~~
*Nicole POV*
I arrived infront of a huge house.
"You better please this guy Nikki, or else" my dad told me.
I walked up and rung the doorbell. I stood there for about 5 minutes, then Garrett answered.
"Shit, Shit, Shit! This is bad! Keep calm, you're caked in make-up, just make your voice higher or something." I though to myself.
"You Nikki?" He asked.
I nodded, keeping my head low, and he lead me in.
"Okay, can you help my friend Dahvie? He's really stressed, can you fix that?"
"You dare underestimate my power?"
"You look and sound familiar. Have we met?"
"No."
"Dahhhhvie," he sang "someones here to see you!"
Dahvie looked up from his guitar, and stared at me.
"This is Nikki. She's here to help you with your stress!" Garrett said smiling.
Dahvie smiled, stood up, and walked over to us.
"You got me a slut?" he asked.
"A cheap one too," Garrett replied "you two have fun, don't get to loud!"
They laughed. As Garrett walked out, Dahvies' smile disappeared.
"That idiot," Dahvie said under his breath
"I'm sorry to waste your time miss, but I really don't feel like doing anything tonight."
"Dahvie! Don't you know who I am?!?!" I exclaimed wiping off the make-up
He stood there for a second, then his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"Nicole!" He shouted looking slightly angry and slightly embarrassed.
He started to bring his hand to his mouth. I winced, thinking he was going to hit me.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"Haven't you noticed," I said tearing up "this is why I've never told you where I work! This is why I said I hated my job, why I've been raped so much!"
I fell to my knees, and cried into my hands. Dahvie knelt down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I told him the whole story. My mom, my dad, Sparkles, my scars, attempted suicide, the specific amount of money I had to bring home each night, everything. I looked up and Dahvie was tearing up.
"W-what's wrong?"
"Everything. Everything you've been through. I'm so sorry. I know I couldn't have done anything. I'm just so sorry." Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Don't be sorry Dahvie. It's not your fault." I said slightly smiling, wiping his tears.
I stood up and asked if I could stay here tonight. He immediately accepted.
"It was $30 a night, right?" he said pulling out his wallet.
"No, it's free for you." I said.
"No, no I insist." he said handing me a $50 dollar bill.
I kept telling him no, but he kept handing me the bill. I took it and thanked him. He simply smiled.
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"No you're not. We can share my bed."
"Umm. Okay."
Feeling very awkward, I climbed in and scooted all the way over to the wall. We both laid together in his bed. I stayed as close to the wall as I could get and he stayed on the edge. I fell asleep pretty fast, his bed was so comfortable. I was kinda asleep kinda not, but I felt something land on my forehead and come off. Then I heard Dahvie whisper, "Good night, Nik."
I guess he thought I was asleep. I smiled and went back to sleep.
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