You Could Be Mine

Slash- Part 8

Slash
Axl meets my eyes again, once again his eyes are different. He walks away, heading towards his room. I stay put for a moment. Did he just kiss me? There was no way. I had just felt that. Hadn't I? I shut my eyes and walk into my room, shutting my door behind me. I lean against the door, my mind spinning. I remove my shirt, throwing it on the floor and climb into bed. I crawl under the covers, curling up my body into a tight ball, and try to shut my eyes. It takes a bit but I eventually drift off, dreaming of me and Axl dancing to Is This Love.

"Slash! The bus'll be here any minute! We got to get to our gig!" Axl yells, banging on my door. I sit up in bed, confused as to what was happening. Axl barges into my room. "Slash, get up, we gotta go." he says, softer this time. He walks away and I notice his outfit. He was wearing tight black leather pants and black heeled boots. That was all I could see on him. I stretched and got out of bed, quickly picking up my shirt and putting it back on. "Heya Slashie." Steven yells, skipping by me, heading towards the kitchen. I follow him into the kitchen, and find him eating the Lucky Charms from the box. "Get a bowl please." I say, walking past him and towards the fridge. I search through it and end up finding a beer. I open the can and drink the entire thing, the beer stinging my throat. Steven raises an eyebrow at me, but continues to munch on his cereal. "Slash! Steven! The bus is here!" Axl calls out from wherever he is. Steven smiles, and sets his bowl of cereal down, and skips out of the kitchen and towards the front door. I throw away my can and walk back to my room, grabbing a pair of black leather pants, a pair of sunglasses, a leather jacket and my top hot. I quickly get my pants on and run out of the hotel room, shutting the door behind me. Axl is leaning up against the doorway, his arms wrapped around his chest. He's wearing a black vest that shows his perfect upper body. He smiles at me. "Ready to go, sunshine?" he asks, his eyes glinting. "Ready as I'll ever be." I say, walking past him and down the hall. Axl catches up to me when I get to the elevator. "Nervous?" he asks, bouncing up and down. "You alright man?" I ask, the elevator opening. "Fine. Great. Fucking fantastic." he says, walking into the elevator, a huge smile on his face. "Are you high or something?" I ask, joining him in the elevator and clicking the button to get to the lobby. "High on life baby!" Axl screams, giggling like a madman. "You're fucking high off your balls." I murmur, putting on my jacket. Axl takes my sunglasses and puts them on, moving his hair in front of his face. "Hey look at me! I'm Slash!" he yells, pretending to play the air guitar. I roll my eyes and put my hat on. "Asshole." I giggle, taking my sunglasses back and putting them on. The elevator opens and the two of us leave it to get on the bus.
The bus ride wasn't long. We made it to the gig, a crowd already starting to form. We quickly rush into the stadium and are escorted backstage. All of us get dressed and ready for the show. Axl disappears with some girl as the rest of us joke around and leave little "gifts" for the crew to find later. I finish scratching "Slash was here" into the wall, and join Steven, Duff and Izzy who are drinking and smoking. I take a cigarette from the box Steven holds and grab the lighter off the floor, lighting up my cigarette. I place it between my lips and inhale, smoke instantly entering my lungs. Duff takes a swig of his vodka, smiling happily at me. "Guys, we go on stage in five minutes." Axl says, strutting into the backstage. He's tying his leather pants back up, a shit eating grin on his face. "Where have you been?" Izzy asks, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his shoe. "None of your business Iz." he replies, with a wink. Duff groans, rolling his eyes. "Alright guys, let's go put on a show!" he yells out, lifting up his vodka over his head, bits of it spilling onto the floor. Steven smiles, grabbing his drumsticks and running to Duff, who's setting down his vodka. I grab onto Axl's shoulders and hold him in place. "You going to be alright to perform?" I ask, trying to meet his eyes. "Hell yeah! I was born to perform!" Axl yells out, leaning forward and awkwardly hugging me. "Yeah yeah, c'mon we gotta go." I say, dragging Axl away towards the rest of the group. Izzy glances over at me and Axl, who's leaning up against me like his life depended on it. We head out to the stage, the crowd cheering louder than I had ever heard.

The crowd loves us. We were putting a hell of a show on. Though we only had one album out it seemed like everyone knew every lyric to every song. I had spit my cigarette out at some point, stepping on it, so it wouldn't burn the stage. Though I was restricted to certain parts of the stage, due to the chords on my guitar, I still managed to move around as much as I could. Izzy was on the opposite side of the stage, facing the same problem I was. Axl of course was strutting across the stage, dancing and singing loudly. Duff was hanging back, staying closer to Steven, who always looked like he was having the time of his life. The lights started bouncing on and off the stage as my guitar solo came up. I start my solo, shutting my eyes, trying to feel the music. I feel a warm body lean up against mine. I open my eyes and see Axl leaning up against my side. His eyes were filled with something like lust, as he moved around me, touching my body as I played. My heart was in my throat as I tried to focus on my guitar playing. He clutches onto me and starts singing into his microphone. "Here I am! You're Rocket Queen. I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive." Axl sings, looking up at me. He winks at me and struts off. I stand dumbstruck for a moment, before quickly playing my next part and walking over to the side of the stage. Fans scream and grab towards me. I smile, loving the feeling of being wanted. Of being loved. I loved watching fans drool over us. It made me feel good. Like I was doing something right. For once. A particular girl catches my attention, pulling down her top and exposing her breasts. I smile and walk away, knowing she would most likely follow us backstage after the show. The show continued on with no mistakes and no troubles with the crowds. We all leave the stage, Izzy hanging back to talk to a girl he met from the crowd. Steven smiles, telling us all about how he eye fucked some chick in the crowd the entire time. Axl was oddly quiet. All of us gathered backstage to have a celebratory drink. Duff went for his vodka, of course, as everyone else got canned beers. Everyone drank their drinks, talking excitedly about their favorite parts of the show. "I loved how all the chicks went nuts over us!" Steven exclaims, his beer spilling all over the place. "Watch it, Popcorn. You're making a mess." I say, taking a small sip of my beer. A young blonde haired petite girl walks over towards our group. She looks over at Steven and bites her lip. She was obviously interested. "Hi. You must be Steven?" she asks, gently touching his arm. The rest of us watch awkwardly, as Steven smiles at the girl. "That would be me. And what's your name gorgeous?" he asks, flashing that big smile of his. "Jennie." she says, giggling. I roll my eyes and walk away, heading towards where our manager Alan was sitting. He smiles at me warmly. "Hey Alan." I say, sitting beside him on the bench. "Hi Slash. How are you doing?" he asks, taking a sip of his beer. "Alright. You?" I say, watching Steven and the chick Jennie, walk away. Alan smiles at me, setting his beer can down. "As good as I'll ever be." he says, standing up and patting my back before walking away. I finish my beer and go back to the group. "Hey, I'm going to head back to the hotel. I'm tired as fuck." I say, getting nods from the rest of the group. "Hold up. I'm coming too." Axl says, running up to join me. I hesitantly nod my head and the two of us leave to get out of the stadium. We manage to avoid the crowd and hail a cab. Axl and I get into the cab, giving the address to the hotel. The ride is short and quiet, neither us nor the driver having anything to say. The driver stops in front of the hotel. I hand him his money, as Axl and I get out of the cab. Axl walks closely by me, once again, as we walk into the hotels lobby. "Go to the room. I wanted to get something to drink." Axl says, walking towards the front desk. "Wait, I don't have the key." I say, running towards him. Axl fished through his pocket for the key. He hands it to me and continues to walk to the front desk. I go to the elevator, the key in my hand. The elevator opens and I leave, heading towards our room. I open the door, leaving it slightly opened before going to my room. I remove my jacket and hat and throw them on my bed. I sigh, grabbing a clean shirt and boxers and walk to the shower. I remove all of my clothes, throwing them on the floor, besides the sink, and get into the shower.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! For those who don't know the song was "Rocket Queen" which was obviously on Appetite For Destruction. It's a great song! If you haven't heard it it's definitely worth a listen!- Adler