, ,the city never sleeps [niko]

[CECILIA LACEY FOSTER]

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There are a lot of reasons why people go to park, to walk the dog, or for the kids, or on a nice date. Cecilia however wasn’t doing any of those things. She has found herself sitting in the park at four in the morning, by herself, and not dressed exactly how a young lady should. It had been a long night. She had went out to party the way one does in Vegas, and ended up getting turned down by several bartenders no matter how much she batted those pretty brown eyes. Cecilia had gotten very good at getting bartenders to serve her, but that could only take her so far. When she was obviously already drunk they were a little more hesitant. But since she was already a little drunk that didn’t really keep her from pestering them all night eventually getting her kicked out of three whole bars in one night. Pretty badass huh?

Cecilia had had a pretty bad day. It was just one of those days where you feel kinda funky, and lonely. That was probably the reason for her just leaving her bandmates and stumbling out into Vegas by herself on a weekend and looking like she was hooking. Cecilia hadn’t really put much thought into looking classy tonight. And since Cecilia hated being the center of attention her outfit was especially abnormal for her. She had decided to wear a rather tiny black skirt with a pair of black stripper boots, which were keeping her from walking very well. Her shirt was a white top that was more lace then actually cloth. It’s very safe to say that Cecilia had been drinking a little too much today. Most of it sadly had been at the bus.

So, back to the park. Since Cecilia hadn’t had much luck with trying to get booze she decided to just give it up and go to sleep. Sadly she was lost, and at this point pretty intoxicated. This wasn’t like Cecilia, yes she did party, but not like this. She wasn’t the type to be dressed like a hooker in Vegas, in a park at 3am. She was the kind who got a little tipsy at a club, with a group, and take a cab home to go right to sleep. Not end up sitting on a bench and having no way to get home. Cecilia and been stumbling around for hours and eventually just collapsed on a rickety bench.

Cecilia looked around at the empty park, which was almost totally lit up from the blaring light of Vegas. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, and her chin resting on them. The bench was pretty splintery and extremely uncomfortable. Cecilia was really starting to regret not wearing anything with pockets or bringing a purse that was just big enough to carry her sidekick, and not a map. Plus she was sitill a little to drunk to really read the buttons very well. Cecilia had been walking around for a good hour and her feet were the main reason for her admitting defeat. She pulled off her white stripper shoes and threw them on the ground sighing pretty loudly. “Alright” She muttered to herself, her words very slurred. “Once I get home I’m going back to sitting on the bus and smoking weed”

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[NIKO MICHAEL HUGHES]

( WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE DIM AND YOUR HEART )
IS RACING AS YOUR FINGERS T.O.U.C.H HIS S.K.I.N
I'VE GOT MORE WIT A BETTER KISS A HOTTER TOUCH A BETTER FUCK ♥
[ THAN ANY BOY YOU'LL EVER MEET, SWEETIE YOU HAD ME ]

Niko hughes wasn't much of a sleeper, in fact unless he was forced to sleep with sleeping pills or completely exhausted the boy never slept at night. You could walk into his apartment finding him crashed out exhausted because he stayed up all night-but hey, he wasn't much of a sleeper. In his mind the whole world was moving, growing, and changing while he was asleep-and he didn't want to miss a thing. So, the only logical way not to miss a thing was to hardly sleep..which wasn't always the best choice especially on tour. Trust me, a exhausted niko was never pleasant. Anyways, it was no surprise to anyone that niko would be awake wrapped in the sheets of his bed as he stared blankly at the t.v-harry potter was on. Niko had stayed in bed all day watching movie after movie not really feeling the need to 'go out' tonight, still hung over from the night before. He was sure a party boy, and being in a band never really helped his partying lifestyle, it only encouraged it.

Before niko was in a band, he would go out every other night and come home slightly fucked up only to collide into bed alone and wake up the next morning completely alone and half undressed, with a 'what the hell happened to me' sort of mind set. Yet, with fame and always traveling his partying had grown more and more. Soon enough he was out every night even if it wasn't his choice, being dragged out of the hotels by his band mates or friends only to come home around five in the morning, drunk and tired after leaving some random girls or boys house. So, why he was home tonight was really odd. Although he had claimed it was because he was 'tired and hungover' he wasn't exactly sure why it was, he was at home. He had gone all day without contact from his band mates, not even bothering to ask them what they were doing because he knew the answer would be partying. It wasn't that niko hated parying, he loved it more then anything-just sometimes a night to yourself with a good movie or book was so much better.

“Ugh,” the thin boy growled as he rolled his body over, nearly falling off the bed and onto his puppy. Watching movies wasn't the same without someone else, especially without his movie buddie and band mate Cecilia. Hell the girl was like his little sister or something, and although most people thought they were 'a thing' niko would never date her. Sure, she was good looking but niko was afraid of hurting her, he'd never be able to forgive himself if he ever hurt her. Just the thought of being the reason behind her crying, or anything of that sort made his stomach drop. “I wonder what she's doing, hmm..” the boy mumbled to his pup, his eyes dating down towards the dog as if he was awaiting a reply. Seconds passed before niko realized his dog wasn't going to reply to him, letting a small 'pft' sound release from his mouth he rolled over towards where his phone was placed.

His finger quickly scrolled down his iphone contacts, before falling onto her name-cecilia. “Well..calling her couldn't hurt right?” He said out loud, this time knowing not to wait for a reply. Chewing on his bottom lip the boy pushed call and placed the thin phone up to his ear, the sound of ringing making him anxious but happy. “C'mon, answer, answer, answerrrr.” He mumbled towards the phone as if it would make the small girls voice suddenly take the spot of the current ringing.
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Cecilia was starting to get very sleepy. She was never one of those people that could go without sleep. Yeah she could stay up late, but she still needed a good seven hours to function regularly. And plus alcohol can m.ake her very sleepy when she has no reason to stay up. This bench was extremely uncomfortable but it would have to do as bed. Now she knew what it was like to be homeless. Cecilia sat there when her head on her knees, feeling absolutely exhausted. The bench just seemed to get more and more uncomfy the longer she sat there. Cecilia squirmed and folded her arms in every possible position trying to get comfy. She was pretty sure at this point that she would just pass out, here, on a bench, and tomorrow try and find her way to the bus. But if the bench was going to be her bed for the night it seriously needed to change. Cecilia could feel one of the boards rotting away right from under her, and she was getting way more splinters in her ass then necessary. Cecilia shifted again feeling like she could fall through, and she started picking off strips of wood out of the bench mostly out of boredom.

Cecilia felt like she had sat on this bench for hours. She went from laying down, to sitting up, to laying down. There was no way to turn this bench into anything remotely like a bed. Cecilia started wondering how homeless people did this. Cecilia had been homeless once, when she was seven, and had run away from home. It was because her mother refused to get her any Christmas presents or anything because she didn’t want the holiday season to be about getting shit. Since Christmas is about getting shit, Cecilia packed her shit and went to find a house that would give her stuff. The trip ended with her sleeping in a slide at a park and her mother calling the cops in a panic. It was safe to say that Cecilia got a lot of presents that year.

But being homeless then seemed like a lot less fun now. “My ass hurts” She whined to herself. Shifting around again. She was thinking about just laying down in the grass and sleeping, but she knew her hair would get all dewy in a few hours, and she would probably look like a dead body. Cecilia suddenly started thinking about all those girls who go missing. Like end up raped and killed or in a ditch and severed in half. All the kind of awful stuff you hear on the news. Her mind kept flashing over all these horrible stories. Yes, they made her a little nervous. Creepy ass night. Creepy ass city. Drunk, and tired small girl with no defense besides the heel of her shoe. She was asking to go missing.

Cecilia really wanted to be back on the bus again. With her bandmates, who would most likely be wasted or drunk or high, something along those lines. She yawned again and jumped as her phone suddenly started to vibrate in her bag. She fumbled around and squinted a the caller id since her vision was all blurry. It was Niko. Niko was probably her favorite person in their band. It took her a good few times to hit the answer button and put it up to her ear. “Niko” She started out. Her voice was very slurred, and also sounded like she was crying which she was a little. Cecilia is a very emotional drunk, and she was scared. “I’m lost and I don’t know how to get back to the bus. I have no idea where my bra is. Niko I don’t wanna get murdered.” Cecilia also ranted a lot when she was drunk.

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[NIKO MICHAEL HUGHES]

( WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE DIM AND YOUR HEART )
IS RACING AS YOUR FINGERS T.O.U.C.H HIS S.K.I.N
I'VE GOT MORE WIT A BETTER KISS A HOTTER TOUCH A BETTER FUCK ♥
[ THAN ANY BOY YOU'LL EVER MEET, SWEETIE YOU HAD ME ]

One ring, the next. It had seemed like years until finally the girl answered, then again niko was never one to be patient. He opened his mouth but just as he was about to speak cecila did, and from the sound of her voice-things weren't going good for her. Niko bit down at his bottom lip as he listened to her, she obviously had a good amount of alcohol in her. Her voice was shakey, giggly, and her words all slurred into one long word. Listening to her go on he soon realized she was lost and shit faced. “Wait-wait, baby slow down.” The boy looked around his room already thinking up a plan to save the girl from where ever the hell she was. “Where are you exactly?” Stupid question niko, stupid fucking question. How was the girl suppose to know? For one she was clearly the complete opposite of sober, and for two she didn't even know where her bra was. “You're not gonna get murdered, i'm gonna come get you-just uhm, where do you think you are?”

Obviously, niko was worried. Hell, the boy was repeating himself and getting slightly jumpy. He felt horrible, if he had just gone out with her-if he had just sucked it up one more night then she wouldn't have been lost, she would of had a bra, and she would be back at his house. Drunk, and asleep in his bed. “I'm gonna come get you okay?” The boy told her, not really knowing exactly where she was but hell, he'd look all night for her if he had to. The boy put his phone on speaker as he began to pack a 'save cecilia' bag, pretty cool right? Anyways, he filled the bag with some of her random clothes she had left around, a jacket, t shirt and some pants. Chewing on his bottom lip he looked around for anything else to bring, a blanket-yes. Incase they both got lost, then at least he would have a blanket to find thme a clean, comfortable, and safe place to crash. Throwing in a few water bottles and a pair of shoes for her he was ready.

The boy wasn't sure where she was, hell he didn't even know where she could have been but he was determined to find her and find her quick. The drunken girl on the phone wasn't much help, hell he thought she could even walk right now let alone tell niko where exactly it was that she had stumbled into. He couldn't help but fill up with guilt as he heard her ramble on about how cold it was, or just speak plain awkward drunk talk. He got into his car and began thinking 'if i was cecilia..where would i go for a good time?' then it suddenly hit him. The band was suppose to all go to vegas together that night, but niko pulled out and so had the rest of the band.

“Nevermind-i know where you are, i'm on my way.” He hung up the phone and began speeding towards her location. Hell, if it wasn't three in the morning he would of been swarmed with cop cars the way he was driving. It took him a good eighteen minutes before he arrived at the park-the spot niko figured she would be at. His eyes got wide as he saw a drunken girl laid out in some rather..unclassy clothing-cecilia. Chewing on the bottom of the lip the boy parked his car and walked up to her slowly. “Cecilia?”
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Cecilia sat there listening to him. She was way to drunk to understand that he was concerned. She giggled when he called her baby, she always did. It was common for him to give her little pet names but she still got all giggly inside. She didn’t like Niko, well sober she didn’t. She thought he was cute and all that jazz but he was Niko. He held her hair back while she threw up, and had literally dragged her away from making out with strangers at bars. That’d be like dating her brother or her best friend. Just wrong. “I don’t fucking know, Niko” She said getting a little snappy. “Theres a bench and some lights.” That’s about as much as she could see right now. Her vision was very blurry and unfocused. “No, Niko I am. It’s cold. Murders like cold, they like me” Cecilia was still half crying while she was talking, her eyes were getting very red and puffy. It must be almost impossible to hear her since her words didn’t have much except vowls.

Cecilia eventually got tired of rambling on the phone and got quite. She could tell he was in a car and probably getting closer to her, but she couldn’t really tell. She was too distracted by her shivering and trying to keep her skimpy shirt covering herself. It kept slipping down. Cecilia was surprised she was close. Drinking was supposed to warm you and up, and isn’t Vegas in a desert. Still she felt like she was in nine degrees and freezing her ass off. She dropped the phone and the battery fell out, hanging up on Niko. Cecilia picked it back up and fumbled with it for a little bit trying to force the battery in backwards, then sideways. She couldn’t figure it out. She held the dead phone up to her ear and mumbled “Niko I dropped my phone.” There was a long pause where she honestly was waiting for him to reply. “Niko? Bitch” She threw her phone and buried her face in her knees.

Cecilia was shivering and starving, and thirsty. She was now pretty sure that Niko wasn’t going to be able to find her and she would have to spend the night on a bench. Or be murdered and spend her afterlife haunting this park. That would be cool. Cecilia pulled her top up again her teeth chattering. She was getting to that point of being drunk where you feel sick, and tired but you’re too drunk to tell. Cecilia pulled her head up to stretch her neck when she noticed a strange figure walking towards her. Yes, this scared her. Alot She was always paranoid about being murdered and here’s what looks like a man walking towards her when she was all alone in a park. Cecilia buried her face into her knees and tried the ‘I can’t see him he can’t see me approach.’

Cecilia sat like that until she heard the footsteps closer, she jumped when whoever it was said her name. Cecilia looked up “Niko!” She almost yelled trying to reach out to give him a hug. She failed and ended up half falling off the bench. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled herself onto the bench. Cecilia wiped her eyes, and looked up at him. “Niko, why are you here?” She asked puzzled. She was very curious to how he found her. “Do you have Beer?” Cecilia could feel the alcohol starting to wear off a little and she was already dreading this hangover. Anything she could do to stay wasted a little long would help.

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