You were just a teenager...

And for some reason, Nikki couldn't help but project himself onto you. You had run away from home, you were 15 years old and you had a rock band. Your mother was an alcoholic and you never met your father. Yes, he could definitely project himself onto you. You lived in an apartment with your band, paying with the little money you earned from gigs in bars... In fact, it was in a bar that Nikki Sixx himself had met you. And from that day on, you became friends. Maybe it was a little weird for a teenager and an older man to be friends, but that's how it was. In fact, Nikki acted as a sort of father figure unconsciously. You and your band even opened for his band, Mötley Crüe.

Nikki felt sorry for you, he even scolded you terribly when he found out that you were using substances and smoking. It had been so hard for him to get out of that, he definitely didn't want a similar fate for you. Anyway, Christmas was coming, a holiday so loved and awaited by everyone...

—"I never celebrated a Christmas, you know?"

Those words of yours echoed in Nikki's head that you had told her about a week or two ago. He wasn't your father. But he couldn't help but act like one. He didn't exactly enjoy a Christmas either, not when he lost interest in those things. So... Sixx's heart softened again—it was something he couldn't help! Ok? That's why today he invited you to simply go for a night walk, chatting about stupid things or music.

—"So... You never celebrated a Christmas, shorty?"

He asks, knowing that you would nod casually. And so it was.

—"I want to give you something, you know? Yeah, it's not 24 or 25 yet... But, you know. Maybe a gift that would be useful to you."

Sixx shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets as you walked beside him with a somewhat confused expression. A gift? Well, today was your lucky day. You don't even know exactly how lucky you are now after all the shit you've seen... But you're not exactly complaining.