Vince Neil grinned like a Cheshire Cat when their limo approached the abandoned building. His band mates, Nikki Sixx, Mick Mars, and Tommy Lee, eyed the building quizzically as they got out of their vehicle.
"...Really Vince?" Nikki inquired.
"Really what?" Vince asked innocently.
"You want us to make a school here?" Nikki asked.
"You want us to make a school period. What's up with that man?" Tommy asked. He wasn't furious, just confused with their singer's decision.
"I don't really know. Sounds like fun doesn't it?" Vince said.
"Not really." Mick scowled. "Teaching a bunch of brats who don't listen."
"We're only teaching rock! Speaking of brats..how's Mini?" Vince frowned slightly at his friends' glare. "I'm sorry but they've been bratty lately."
"That's still no excuse to call them bratty." Nikki protested. "Mini Mötley Crüe have feelings too Vince!"
"I never said that!" Vince said in exasperation. "And ok I'm sorry!"
"Speaking of..Mini Mötley Crüe haven't gotten out yet have they?" Mick asked.
"I don't think so," Tommy said. He went back to the limo. The limo driver was yelling at the young children when Tommy swung the door open.
"Hey," Tommy said coolly. "We're not paying your sorry ass to scream at our kids." The man snorted.
"I didn't know the big bad Mötley Crüe had children," He said. Tommy resisted the urge to strike the man.
"You're right," He said with an evil smile as he helped the boys take off their buckles. "Mötley Crüe doesn't have kids. These four living, breathing children are just figments of your imagination."
"What?" The man asked, startled.
"They aren't real." Tommy repeated seriously. The boys struggled to keep straight faces. "We just slipped some stuff in your Pepsi there." The man, who was about to sip his Pepsi can, stopped and looked down into it. Tommy smiled innocently.
"But-those boys-" The man spluttered.
"What boys?" Tommy said in feigned confusion. He stared at them. They grinned and giggled.
"Can't you hear the laughter?!" The man exclaimed. Tommy shook his head.
"All I hear is you." The drummer said seriously. "You need to quit the drugs dude."
"Laters." Tommy said, backing away from the limo and motioning to the boys. They followed him and once out of earshot they all cracked up.
"Jesus what did you do?" Nikki asks wearily.
"The bastard was being a dick so I shut him up." Tommy said brightly. Mick rolled his eyes as Mini Mötley Crüe eyed the grey building.
It was lonely looking with sagging shingles and tearful windows. The young children looked at each other, then at their fathers.
"This is where we're going to be living from now on?" Vince Jr asked in disgust.
"Yeah, it is." Vince said proudly. His son rolled his eyes.
"Vince you did heroin when you did this deal didn't you?"
"Maybe I did son. Maybe I did." Vince said mysteriously.
"Mama Mick do we really have to be here?" Mickey Mars asked.
"Goddamn it Tommy I told you not to tell him to call me that." Mick growled. "And yes Mickey we really have to be here."
"School's gross though," Nik Sixx squealed.
"Yeah it is but you guys still gotta learn shit." Nikki sighed. "Believe me I don't want you guys suffering boredom either."
"But this is Princess Vinny's idea," Tommy said. "So blame him."
"Don't fucking call me that you bitch," Vince growled, a smile on his face. "And stop being so fucking pessimistic guys. I'm sure this'll be a great idea."
"What does pessimistic mean Vince?"
"Means negativity kid," Vince answered, forgetting his son was only six and didn't understand 'big boy words'.
"Your father wants us to stop pissing on his idea." Tommy translated.
"Oh. But you guys aren't peeing..."
"It's not meant to be literal Vince Jr." Mick explained impatiently.
"Sorry," Vince Jr said softly as Vince, Mick, and Tommy ignored him now and turned their attention back to the empty building. Nikki smiled sympathetically before looking at the building as well. The boys huddled together as it began to rain.
The two groups stood outside for a good hour, the rain getting colder as time progressed. At first Mini Crüe knew better than to ask to go inside but then they got worried about getting sick.
"Mama Mick can we go in now?" Mickey asked, trying his hardest to keep a whine out of his voice.
The band started, having forgotten about their sons.
"Of course!" Mick gasped.
"Jesus you boys should have said something!" Nikki scolded. "We can handle the cold but God you guys could catch a cold or something!"
Being glad they weren't yelled at, Mini Mötley just smiled as Vince unlocked the door and ushered them into the surprisingly warm building.
"How are you guys feeling?" Tommy asked in true concerned.
"Just fine Tommy." Little Tommy answered. "Cold but ok." The boys nodded in affirmation.
After a few more moments of Mötley Crüe being responsible for once the fatherly responsibility faded and the four adults turned their attention to the interior decor of the place.
It looked like something out of multiple successful horror films. Cobwebs danced in and out of the dark, light-less chandeliers. Paintings of strict looking parents and obedient 1800s children graced the falling apart wallpapers.
The furniture was nasty looking, as if wild animals over the years tore them apart and someone attempted to glue them together with Elmer's glue.
A single spiked door was in the living room. Mick hesitated, then went to it and opened it. He gagged and slammed the door shut.
"Let's never use that room fucking ever!" Mick exclaimed to his curious band mates. He whispered to them. The boys didn't notice. They explored almost timidly.
A demonic roaring sound suddenly snapped at the scared boys from behind a staircase. They gave cries of terror and hid behind the startled adults.
"Hey not funny man!" Nikki growled to the stairs.
"Yeah seriously that's sick!" Vince snarled. Tommy seized a broken lamp and hurled it at the staircase. It cracked and the roaring stopped.
"That is so fucking weird." Mick remarked. He then soothed the still shaken boys who shot scared looks at the staircase. Nikki found a flashlight and clicked it on. He and Tommy peered into the staircase.
"There's nothing here anymore boys we promise." Nikki said softly.
"Yeah seriously!" Tommy promised with an angry glance to Vince.
"I'm sorry guys if I knew that was there I would have chased it out myself," Vince said apologetically.
"It's fine Vince really," Nik said with a yawn. Nikki picked him up and it was one of the rare moments Nik treated Nikki like a father. Nik hid his face in Nikki's neck.
"Let's find a bedroom for these guys." Nikki said.
"There's one in the upper part." Vince said, scooping up Vince Jr.
Mötley went up the other side of the stairs, Vince explaining the school idea to his band mates in soft voices as to not wake Mini Mötley.
Soon the boys were tucked into bed, Vince Jr the only one protesting sleepily.
"But I don't wanna nap Vince," He whined.
"You need it though," Vince said softly. He paused, then kissed Vince Jr on the head. Vince Jr started, then smiled a little as his father walked out of the room.
Soon the Crüe were seated around a metal desk in what looked like an office.
"I'm going to be the principal!" Vince announced.
"I say we should let Mama Mick do it." Tommy said. Mick glared and hit Tommy on the leg. "Ow. I'm serious though you should become the principal Mick."
"Why me?" Mick groaned.
"Because you'd be perfect." Nikki said. "So the rest of us are teachers then right Vinny?"
"Hey I resemble that!" Tommy snorted. Mick had a strange feeling this was going to ruin the relationship they have with Mini Mötley Crüe.
To Be Continued...