"Also the purpose of life isn't death, it's paying taxes...you're a living profit for the government."
He broke into quiet laughter. "You're so random."
I shrugged and folded in my arms. "It helps keep me distracted though," I murmured. He leaned o...
"So you met a guy named Izzy? Like...Izzy Stradlin?" Lauren exclaimed. I giggled at her drunken scene. She flopped onto the couch, whiskey and beer staring at us from the coffee table. "Izzy who?" I said, taking a quickly gulp of my Corona beer. It was her turn to laugh. "Izzy fuckin' Stradlin!" She repeated. I tilted my head. She groaned and pulled out a magazine. She flipped a few pages and landed her finger onto a familiar face. "He's one of the guitar players of Guns n Roses. One of the cutest too," she slurred. I tried to keep a neutral look upon my face. I didn't want to freak out, but that was definitely the guy I met today. He had the same messy raven black hair, and the same drowsy hazel, grey-ish eyes. The only difference was his clothing, of course. He was wearing black on black, leather and cotton. Chains and rings completed his outfit on the page. When I met him, he wore a olive green shirt, and some old brown shorts. A less styled, fashion designer look. "You met him, didn't you?" She sighed after chugging a drink. I look up at her and try to not smile, which I fail as the corners of my mouth perk. "No fucking way!" She exclaimed yet again. I couldn't help but to laugh. "Did you get his number?" She excitedly quizzed. I shook my head and she complained with a loud gasp. "Danielle Lea Nicholes! How could you not? He must have been so good looking in person!" She cried. Literally started to cry. She was definitely drunk, wasn't she? "Did you, at least, give him your whole name?" She pouted. "I don't remember," I stated, cooly watching the baseball game and sipping my beverage. She slapped me once, hesitated then slapped me on the arm again. I glared at her and slapped her once, on her thigh. "Did you not find him attractive?" She asked nonchalantly. I hesitated to answer. After we introduced ourselves, we talked for a few minutes before he ran off. He liked to hide his smile, that I had noticed. I also noticed that he wasn't a guy of many words, and had a bit of an issue. His arms were absolutely covered in bruises and fresh needle-like wounds. Now that I knew he was a rockstar, I could put two and two together. "Will you slap me if I say no?" I shrug. She gasped again, letting it die out. Her face went from shocked and offended to bland and neutral. She shrugged quickly. "No, not really. You like lively dudes, he kinda looks..."
"Pale?" I giggled. She snapped and gave me a wink. "Exactly! Just more on the dead side!" She remarked. We stayed silent for a little bit, just hearing random sips here and there. That was until Izzy took over my thoughts. I bit my cheek, a habit when it came to overthinking. "You think he'll be there tomorrow?" I asked. She giggled a little bit. "You lied. You totally find him attractive," she sang. I scoffed, "I want to make a friend. Someone besides a homebody drunk," I teased. We shared a laugh and she nodded. "I haven't heard about a new tour yet. No new album? I don't see why he wouldn't be," she sighed. "You gonna go visit again?" She mumbled. I nodded, "Might as well give it a try."
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IZZY'S POV
I walked into a messy apartment to see everyone sitting around, some with girls and others with drugs. No one had noticed that I walked in until Axl announced it. "Hey man! Where you've been?"
I laid my skateboard against the wall and dropped my helmet next to it. "Just out, thought sightseeing would be better than being cooped up in here," I stated. He nodded and pointed suggestively to some of his stash. I couldn't not say no. My addiction had become bad. I knew that. Especially after today. I used to be able to skate without tripping over my feet, now I could barely walk straight. Sunshine seemed brighter and more annoying, causing me to keep a small collection of sunglasses. It kinda sucked, but the high was worth it. Nothing was better than the feeling of absolutely nothing. "You get any crazy fans today?" Steven giggled. He sat down on the sofa, with Megan wrapped in his arms. They had been pretty handsy the last couple of days. I couldn't tell if she was also as high as he was or if she was just...like that. The girl could drink though, I'd give her that.
I shook my head and sighed. "No, but I met a pretty odd girl today. She just stared into nonexistence until I said something to her. She saw my knee and instantly grabbed a first aid kit," I rambled, taking an offered beer from Slash. Axl nudged me and smirked. "Couldn't keep her hands off of you," He teased. We all laughed. Megan scooted up and stole one of my cigarettes from the box on the coffee table. "You sure she didn't know who you are?" She giggled. I shrugged, "She wrapped my knee, but didn't hit on me at all. We talked for a little bit, she was...something else," I said. That made them laugh, but I was just dumbfounded. Danielle was so smart. She spoke about a bunch of medical crap, which I retained none of but I still listened. She made jokes about literature, which I didn't get but they made her laugh so I did too. She was humble and sophisticated in some way I couldn't quite put in other words. "Does this weird girl have a name?" Slash asked. "Weird girl's name is Danielle...or Dani," I said, not being able to resist smiling. Steven caught it and instantly pointed it out. "Someone's in love!" Megan exclaimed. I giggled uncontrollably and hid my face by looking at the ground.
