Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Axl Rose)

3: Inappropriate Circumstances

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a blinding sunlight I'd never seen before. I could also hear the sound of someone snoring behind me, their arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I squirmed against this person's grip, trying to get away from the ungodliness of it all. "Shut up, it's not unholy," The person, definitely male, groaned in his sleep. He turned over, letting his grip on me go. I looked at him, seeing that it was Axl who I'd slept with last night. 

I could've sworn that I'd specifically told him that we couldn't share a bed. I guess I should've expected as much. After all, this was a part of the reason why I've been sent as his guardian angel. 

I threw the sheets off of myself and got out of the bed, looking around the room for a different set of clothes. In Heaven, nothing ever got dirty, but last night Duff threw up on my dress, forcing me to wash it. I was disappointed to see that it hadn't been returned to the room, and I was now dressed only in my underwear. Maybe Axl wouldn't be too upset if I just borrowed some of his clothes.

I found a pair of black leather pants and a tee-shirt, and put both items on. The pants were so tight I could barely breathe, and the shirt had a neckline that was way too low. I tried pulling it up so what little cleavage that I actually did have didn't pop out, but I failed. I had no hairbrush either, so I ran my fingers through my hair, using the television as a mirror.

Feeling it was okay to leave the room, I decided to go and see what else this hotel had to offer aside from an awkward awakening. The minute I stepped outside, I slammed into a blond who I'd come to know as Steven. "Oh, hello," I said, trying to move out of his way. 

"You're up early," He pointed out. "What's the rush for?"

"You're up early too. Couldn't I ask you the same question?" I thought in the back of my mind that I needed to pray before I went about the rest of my day. "But when do you usually get out of bed?"

"I dunno. It depends on how the last night went," He chuckled. "But there was this girl in my room who was snoring like a freight train!" Steven's eyes went wide as he spoke, hinting at an innocent child locked inside his twenty-something body. 

"I'm sorry?" I didn't know what else to offer him. 

"It's alright. If we're both up, we could go for a walk. Maybe it'll help you figure out how to get back to wherever it is you came from if you aren't being pestered by anyone."

"If we're both going for a walk-?"

"I'll be quiet," He promised. "I could use some fresh air after all. And you don't seem all that familiar with Hollywood. I could introduce you to some famous landmarks. What do ya say?"

I thought about the warnings that I'd been given. I couldn't see any harm in taking a walk. If anything, this could be opportunity to get information. Knowing a few landmarks couldn't hurt, either. "Alright," I agreed. 

By the end of my tour with Steven, I was starving. I don't know where this feeling came from; I'd never felt it in Heaven. There was always food, small proportions, but it wasn't necessary to survive. I wondered why I could feel it here? "Do you know anywhere to get good food?" I asked him. 

"I don't have a lot of money," He admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "But Slash always has some stashed away for safe keeping. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we borrowed some for lunch." If I was playing a role in this theft, would that be sin? I was almost certain that it did qualify. 

"Can't we get something without borrowing someone else's money?" I asked, a little desperate. I was starving, but I didn't want this to be the way that I satisfied that need.

"We could borrow the food," He joked. When he saw my expression in response, his smile faded away. "What did you expect? Just because I'm in a band, doesn't mean I just have lots of money laying around. Even fast food can get pricy." 

"I just don't believe in theft," I defended myself. "There's got to be a better way to do this."

Steven thought for a moment. "We could always make the money. There's no harm in getting someone to give us money if we were to perform for them or something. But it's kind of hard to play percussion in the street."

I nodded in agreement. "That is true." I looked at the ground, finding someone's dropped money there conveniently. If no one else had any claim over it, it's not stealing, right? I picked it up. "How much is this?" I asked him.

He took it from my hands, counting it. "Enough for lunch. Let's go," He said, pointing to a restaurant called McDonald's. 

"How was I supposed to know that it would make you sick?!" Steven asked from outside the door of the bathroom I'd locked myself in. We were currently inside a venue that he would be playing at tonight. I'd never thrown up before, but I really didn't want to do it again. My stomach just wouldn't stay in its place. 

"What's wrong?" Someone else asked him. The walls here seem very, very thin. 

"Lucy's sick. I guess the food we ate earlier didn't sit well with her." 

This other person pushed against the door, finding that it was locked. "Let me in, Angel-face!" Axl demanded. 

"Why?" I moaned.

"Because I've gotta piss and this is the only bathroom here, that's why!"

"Ask nicely and I'll let you in," I tested him. I didn't know how to get through to him, and I'm still technically on a mission here.

I could see his gritted teeth despite not actually seeing him. "Will you please let me in?" He asked again, annoyance filling his voice. 

I moved away from the toilet, feeling a little woosy and still very sick, but managed to stand up again. It took effort to walk to the door, but I managed. I opened the door and Axl rushed in, I stepped out and closed the door behind me. I felt another wave of nausea coming on. "You'd better not throw up on my stage clothes," Steven warned. "I don't have any spares."

Axl came out of the bathroom, and looked me over. "I want my pants back," he said, pulling on the already too-tight waistband.

"Can you wait until I can get other clothes?" I pleaded. 

"No." Steven's eyes went wide at Axl being an....well, I don't know if God would appreciate me using the word I'd heard oh-so much since my arrival here. It starts with an 'a' though. 

"Just let her keep the clothes for the night," He told the singer. "You're not wearing them anyway."

"She didn't even ask permission!"

The wave of nausea let itself out, and I threw up all over Axl. His look of disgust was only more disgusted when he looked at me. "It looks like I need them now." I tugged on the laces of the pants, undoing them and pulling them off. "And the shirt?" I pulled it over my head, now only in my underwear in front of these two. 

Talk about an inappropriate circumstance.