This is Gonna Hurt Part 2

(HAHA this one isn't exactly like Nikki. I'm not sure if he paints or if he just does photography, since i'm not up on the new Nikki. I'm also making fun of him in a few parts of this story. I know you are with the young Nikki, but i had to throw the new Nikki in there a few times. And remember, you two are not officially a couple yet. This is something from my mind and it doesn't necessarily follow the game. You two have been together for only a month and have been on two or three dates by this point. And neither of you have said much about the relationship.)

He inclined his head toward the abstract painting done in deep tones of red. "And this one," Nikki went on, "took me weeks to finish. Every time i put the brush to canvas, something changed." He put his index finger to his chin, musing over his own work. "I like how it came out though."
Cheyenne glanced over the second piece. It was a blue face in the middle of something green. Trees maybe? Honestly, she didn't get the way Nikki did art. Sure, she could appreciate the Mona Lisa or the art that was popular hundreds of years ago. But that was art. There was something to see and look at. But she wasn't about to say that out loud to Nikki.
"Wow," she said, making her voice sound breathy. "It's all great, Nikki."
"Yeah." He nodded, his mouth quirking. He flicked his eyes to her. "You look great tonight, by the way."
"Thanks." She smiled again and bit her lower lip to stop herself from blushing. At least being late had paid off in some way. "Can we walk around? I want to see what the other people did."
"Sure." He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her in.
She snuggled in closer to him. He smelled like cigarettes and soap. It was an interesting mix. "So," she said, wondering how she should bring up Valentine's day.
Finally, she said, "I've got a surprise planned for us."
"Yeah?" he said, keeping his eyes on the wall of photographs.
"I was thinking, for Valentine's Day, we could make reservations at a hotel restaurant and then maybe we could-"
"Wait." Nikki pulled away so he could look her in the eye. "You're making special plans? For Valentine's Day?" Confusion furrowed his brow. "I can't. I thought I told you I had plans already."
"Plans?" No, he hadn't told her. "What are you doing?"
He ran his hand over his hair, probably checking that it was still perfect. "Brittany asked me out to dinner. It's part of this thing that the company is doing. She's a playmate and she'll be there. I talked to her earlier and she said she didn't have anyone else to go with..."
Cheyenne doubted that. If Brittany was a playmate, she'd have no problem hooking up with Vince. Why did she have to steal Nikki?
"Brittany?" Cheyenne's voice hitched on the name. This is exactly why she was so scared to get involved with Nikki.
"Chey," he said, using that adult tone of his.
She forced her lips into something she hoped resembled a casual smile. "I just thought it would be fun to go out on Valentine's Day."
"Yeah," he said, visibly relaxing. "We could do something that Sunday?"
"Yeah. Maybe." She managed a false sense of cheerfulness. She didn't want Nikki knowing what she really felt right now-crushed. She'd been hoping they could spend the whole weekend together. She wanted them to be a real couple.
Nikki did all the talking as they went through the rest of the gallery. Cheyenne didn't feel like saying anything. What she wanted to do was go home and get out of these stupid clothes and put on some sweatpants. Suddenly she wasn't feeling so pretty.
After seeing all of the exhibits, people started drifting into groups in the middle of the gallery. Nikki dragged Cheyenne over and introduced her to Brittany.
"Hi," Brittany said, shaking Cheyenne's hand.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Cheyenne lied. Brittany was even prettier up close. She had delicate features, rosey-red cheeks. How was Cheyenne going to compete with her?
"Are you coming to dinner on Saturday?" Brittany asked, trying to act friendly in front of Nikki. She wasn't fooling Cheyenne.
Cheyenne shook her head and excused herself , hurrying to the bathroom. Finding it empty, she allowed a mumble of frustration pass her lips. "Who the fuck does Nikki think he is! Ditching me to go to some fancy dinner with a playmate! I'm his girlfriend. Not that two-faced slut!"
Maybe she was making more of this than she needed to. Was it such a big deal that she and Nikki couldn't spend Valentine's Day together? She'd been trying to have a serious relationship with him for a week now. It wasn't time to give up yet. Maybe Brittany, for all her physical attributes, was a huge bitch. Well, Cheyenne already knew that. But she hoped that Nikki would realize it, too.
With renewed determination, Cheyenne left the bathroom and headed into the main part of the gallery, except it was quieter now, and looking around, she saw fewer people. She scanned the faces, searching for Nikki. When she didn't see him, she made a circle around the gallery and didn't find him.
She went to the first person she saw-a guy with thick, black-framed glasses-and said, "Excuse me?" He turned. "Do you know Nikki Sixx?"
"Uh, yeah. I know of him." the guy said.
"Have you seen him?"
"Yeah." He pointed toward the front door. "He just left, not even five minutes ago."
"You're sure?"
"Yup." He turned back to the wall of photographs.
"Thanks," she muttered and hurried outside. She'd seen Nikki's car parked across the street when she came into the gallery, but looking over there now, she saw an empty parking spot where his car should have been.
She hurried down the street until she found a pay phone. Cheyenne dialed the number of the hotel Nikki was staying at. It rang and rang and then finally someone picked up.
"Nikki?" she said.
"Uh... no, this is Tommy."
Cheyenne frowned. She dialed Tommy's room by mistake.
"You have the wrong room," Tommy explained. "Who is this?"
"No, it's all right. Thanks anyway."
"Okay, later."
Cheyenne slammed the phone against the receiver and backed away from the pay phone. Nikki had left her at the gallery. And he didn't even say goodbye. How could he do that? He left her for Brittany, a bitchy playmate whom, if Cheyenne had to guess, had syphilis.
Two hours ago, she'd been excited and hopeful that she and Nikki would be official after their Valentine's Day date. Now everything felt wrong. Nikki had broken up with her, and the worst part was that they weren't even really together in the first place.