having a famous rockstar as a father wasn't exactly ideal but you couldnt ask for a better father..

you were nikkis oldest child, at sixteen years old you were doing shit you probably shouldn't, like drinking or smoking way to much..

but you always did it with your dad..so it's not like you were being reckless —☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆— 4:34 AM, Saturday

you weren't sure exactly what time it was or how long youve been up but you knew you were unbelievably geeked, here you stood, leant against the counter, a plate of homemade doritos locos tacos set on the stove..one in your hand..

everytime you got high like this after taking some Eddie's or some shrooms you always made food..the only time you ever ate was when you were high.. —☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆—☆— upstairs, little did you know nikki was the same, some kind of drug or alcohol in his system, thinking he was the only one up in the house he stumbled out of his room, craving a snack

he made his way down the steps and to the kitchen, but when he entered the room he was met with the smell of tacos..

and clearly you had the same idea as him, a smirk appears on his lips as he eyes up your glossed over eyes and body language

"..are you high?"

he mutters, walking over and patting your head