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She's Dead, I'm Alive, I'm Yours	By : Lianne Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 1617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Sex Pistols. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-She's Dead, I'm Alive, I'm Yours
- 2-Chapter 2
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Author’s Note: I don’t own any rights to anything to do with Sid Vicious, Sex Pistols, Nancy Spungen, Beatles, Rolling Stones, or Alexander Keiths beer. I don’t make any profit from writing this story. I’m just having fun.

She’s dead, I’m alive, I’m yours

Julianne walked slowly by a t-shirt stand on the sidewalk, her eyes passing over various rockband shirts. One of them particularly caught her eye: a Sid Vicious t-shirt, with a saying on it. She stepped up closer to it, and read “She’s dead, I’m alive, I’m yours”. She was shocked at this statement, as she had just heard of the tragic death of Sid’s girlfriend Nancy.

Julianne looked around to see how others were reacting to the shirt. She turned back and stared at Sid’s face on the material. She felt a strange pang in her heart as she looked at his image, and once again read the text. As much as she adored everything Sid Vicious, she couldn’t let herself buy the t-shirt. It was sacrilegious.

It was a hot summer morning, and Julianne could feel the sun beating down, and the temperature rising. She reluctantly passed on purchasing the controversial tee, and started walking again as she lit a cigarette.

The streets of New York were crowded with people getting ready for their lunch breaks, shopping, dealing, smoking, and going about their daily lives.

As she neared her favourite bar, Julianne decided she would pop in for a pint or a glass of red wine, and maybe get hit on by some guys while she was there. And she would definitely get hit on; she looked striking in a black tank top, low-rise ripped jeans, and her signature big black bead necklace. Her dyed-red hair stood out from the platinum blondes, and her black-lined green eyes were brilliant and pixie sweet.

Julianne was twenty-three, and thoroughly enjoyed drinking, smoking, and partying. Not to mention the occasional line of coke. She entered the bar, excited.

The air was slightly hazy with cigarette smoke in the main room of the bar, and it was dimly lit, mainly relying on the sunshine to brighten the scene.

There were actually quite a few people there, drinking before lunchtime. As predicted, nearly every one of the men looked Julianne up and down on her way in. She didn’t mind though, as she loved getting attention.

“What can I getcha?” said the bartender.
“Umm...can I get a pint of Keith’s?” said Julianne.

The bartender nodded and retrieved her drink. Julianne took a loving sip, and began scoping out the various tables and people around the room. She was trying to decide where to sit, who to sit with, and how she might strike up conversation with someone. She saw a man sitting alone in a corner, leaning on the table, his head resting on his bent arm. He had a pint of dark ale in front of him, and a cigarette in his one hand.

Julianne smiled to herself, noticing the man’s leather jacket and dark, spiky hair. She thought he looked like Sid Vicious, but couldn’t quite see his face. Probably some pathetic wannabe, she thought. But maybe he’s hot anyway...she thought again. So, she walked over to his table.

“Can I sit here?” she asked, smiling.

After a moment, the man tiredly looked up at her. It was Sid Vicious. For real. Julianne’s heart seemed to become lodged in her throat. She tried not to faint or drop her beer or do anything stupid.
Sid seemed to assess the situation, and then he spoke, in his thick cockney accent.

“Yeah, go on.” he said, vaguely indicating the area across from him.

Julianne silently sat across the former Sex Pistol. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but decided to embrace it fully.

“I’m Julianne, by the way.” she said.
“Sid Vicious.” he replied, and took a large gulp of ale.

Julianne couldn’t help but smile. He gave her a look, as if to say, “what are you smiling at?”.

“Nothing. Sorry. Well, this might sound lame, but I really like your music and I’m happy to meet you.” she said, looking down at her beer.

“Thanks.” he said quietly.

Julianne looked up at him, and they made eye contact this time, good and proper. Sid took a drink and leaned his head on his hand. Julianne lit another cigarette, and offered Sid one. He stretched his arm out lazily and took the cigarette from her, accidentally touching her hand as he did so.

Julianne nearly blushed, but recovered in time to light his cigarette for him.

“So...” said Sid, leaning back in his chair.

Julianne looked down and saw Sid’s legs were stretched out on either side of hers. She found that incredibly sexy. She smiled slightly at him, and sat smoking.

“So what brings you here...um...Julianne?” he said, forcibly remembering her name.

“Well, Sid...can I call you Sid? Or would you prefer Mr. Vicious or something?” she asked.

He looked surprised and smiled faintly.

“Just Sid is good.” He said.
Julianne giggled and continued.

“Well, Sid, I’m bored. I don’t really have anything to do, and I like drinking, and this is my favourite place to drink, so...” she said. She shrugged.

Julianne enjoyed how Sid looked her in the eyes as she talked. He had an intense gaze that seemed to burn through anything he set his eyes on.

“Um how ‘bout you?” she asked.

“Same. That, and I’ve fucked up everything in my life and I don’t know what to do with myself.” He said, looking hurt.

Julianne felt his pain. She knew what it was like to be depressed, hopeless, lifeless, loveless; being lost, and feeling like maybe that’s a good thing. Being confused.

She was not only at a loss for words at this point, but felt that perhaps no words were necessary. She just held eye contact with him, letting him look into her soul for a moment. He apparently saw something there that comforted him, because he seemed to feel better. He relaxed a little, and smiled.

Julianne smiled widely at Sid, feeling crazily happy all of a sudden. She felt like a little schoolgirl as she sat across from the famous punk rocker. She also felt that they had just made a bit of a connection.

Sid swayed his leg as he appeared to get a bit antsy. Julianne felt his leg come up against hers and she nearly jumped out of her seat. The touch felt like an electric shock going through her whole body. She thought it was accidental, but was happily proven wrong when Sid touched his leg to hers again. And a third time.

Julianne looked at him while taking a drag of her cigarette. She hoped she didn’t appear too flustered. Though, that hope was lost when she dropped her cigarette on the table and started blushing. Sid smirked with his usual attitude, but looked somewhat proud of his accomplishment.

Julianne then cleared her throat and took a cooling sip of beer.

“Let’s blow this shit-hole.” said Sid.

“Okay.” said Julianne, both excited and nervous.

She had no idea what to expect. All she knew at that moment was that she was apparently going to hang out with Sid Vicious. She decided that was all she needed to know anymore, grabbed her purse, and followed Sid out the door.
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