Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic

Truth or Dare

"Eh, your pretty enough." He said to me.

"Umm...thanks?"

"Baz...I had a REALLY good time," Duff said as I zipped up my jeans.

"I'm sure," I laughed sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. We all sat in a circle on my bed.

"Steven, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Umm...truth." He responded.

"Who's the last girl you fucked?"

"Daphne, of course, she's my girlfriend!" He said. Uh oh... I shouldn't have said anything...

"Baz, truth or dare?" Axl asked.

"Dare."

"Make out with Slash." He smirked. Slash tried to look scared, but I think he was actually a little happy. Duff looked jealous. I swiftly stood up and dragged Slash up by the shirt. He looked a tad woozy.

I initiated the kiss and it quickly became passionate. He pinned me against the wall and all I could think about was Duff. I wish this was Duff.

We kept at it for about 3 minutes until I pulled away and trailed kisses down his neck. I got to his collarbone and was then interrupted.

"I didn't say have sex!" Axl exclaimed. I pulled away and gave him a wink as I sat back down. I could tell that Duff was uncomfortable, so I rested my head on his shoulder and cuddled him until it was his turn.

"Duff, truth or dare?" Izzy asked.

"Uh, dare I guess." Duff said.

"Tell Steven." Izzy responded.

"But I'm not goo-"

"Someone has to tell him!" Izzy yelled.

"Tell me what?"

"Duff, I'll help." I said. I grabbed Steven by the sleeve and examined his worried face.

"Steven...Daphne cheated," I whispered. Duff and I both hugged him and he started to cry into my shoulder.

"Popcorn...don't cry," I cooed.

"But I-"

"Shh..."

Duff figured it was best if he left so he went back to the room with the boys.

"I'm sorry Steve...I didn't want to tell you this way," I sympathized. I gave him a little kiss on the nose and let him cry into my shoulder.

"Do you wanna take a break? Just watch us play?" I asked. He nodded and walked back into my room with me, still leaning against my shoulder.

"Izzy, why the hell did you make us do that???" I shouted.

"'Cause now it's over with and we don't have to worry about it." He plainly said. I wrapped my arm around Steven's back and looked at him.

"She wasn't good enough for you anyway, Popcorn. She was just some slut. You deserve a real woman." I stated, giving him a little peck on the cheek.

Duff eyed me and I ignored him, just trying to see if I could get him jealous.

"Axl, you know the drill, truth or dare?" I ask. He looks up at me and thinks.

"Hm...dare." He responds.

"Axl, kiss Slash."(for all those Slaxl fans out there😉)

"But, uh..." Axl blushed. Slash stood up and walked over to him.

"Get ready, dude." Slash warns, grabbing Axl's hand and helping him up. Axl hesitatingly plants his lips onto Slash's and they quickly pull away, facing opposite directions.

"Awwww!" We all cheer as the boys face away from each other, Slash with a slight grin and Axl pouting with his arms crossed.

"I'm sick of playing." Axl snared.

"Kay, fine. We don't have to play anymore. I should be getting home anyway."

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Day 1,

Dear diary, my therapist suggested writing in a diary to get my thoughts on paper. I guess this will help, but we'll just have to find out.

Day 2,

I've been home, watching some tv, playing with the dog, and a whole bunch of other stuff. It's pretty boring without the boys, but I've got a life.

Day 4,

I take another one of my anti-depressant pills that the doctor prescribed a few weeks ago, swallowing 2 more than I should.

Day 10,

I wrote a few songs, hopefully to get me famous. Little did I know that 3 of them were going to soar up into the charts.

Day 18,

I've been diagnosed with severe depression, and I've gotten hooked on meds, and I can't seem to want to talk to the boys.

Day 23,

I'm officially considered famous. This has escalated faster than expected. I've been practicing with my band, and we're really good. I'm still on meds though, they make me feel good. I'm not stopping. Guns N' Roses has gotten popular too, but I still haven't talked to them. I think I like Duff, but I need to forget about hi-

My writing was interrupted by a violent knock on the door.

"What the fuck do you want?" I yell from the couch of my living room.

"To talk about why the hell you stopped returning my calls!" A familiar voice yelled. Just the sound of his voice made me tear up, knowing I've left something so good behind.

"Duff, I don't wanna talk." I slam my diary closed, hiding it under the pillow.

"Did I do something wrong?" He solemnly asks from behind the door.

"No, Duffy. No you didn't." I open the door and see his beautiful chocolate eyes glaring into mine.

"I missed you," he barely said above a whisper, grabbing his hands in mine as he choked back tears.

"I thought you hated me," he sobbed, then pulling me into a hug. I notice a car behind him with all the boys in it.

"I want you to be ok," he says as he rests his chin on my head.

"I'm fine, Duffy." I pull away and he looks into my eyes, gliding his finger across my cheekbone.

"Your eyes look dilated," he mentions as he looks down at you.

"I told you, I'm fine."

"Baby, you're all shaky. You don't look good." He mentioned.

"Just leave me alone," I fumed, leaving the door open with him standing in it as I walked to my room and locked the door.