80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #2- Strawberries

"June, going to the bar, you going or not?"
Axl screamed from his position in the doorway.

"No. I'm not even changed Ax."
I said motioning to my spandex and tank top.

"Go like that. You'll for sure get laid that way."

"I don't need to get laid Ax. I can survive without dick thank you."
I smiled sarcastically.

"Sure, you can."
He smirked at me.

"What's that supposed to mean? And wipe that smirk off your face."

"Don't think I didn't hear you and Izzy the other night. Walls aren't soundproof you know. Plus, he keeps looking at you, and Izzy doesn't look at anyone unless he has to."

"Ugh. Go to the bar Ax. And don't mention I slept with Izzy."

"You act like the boys don't know. Stevie saw you sneak out of his room the morning after. Said you were limpin' a little too."
He snickered.

"Eat a dick, Ax." I scowled.

"Bye. Izzy's home, don't fuck on the couch."
 He laughed before closing the door.

I rolled my eyes at his statement and went to Izzy's room.

"Iz."

"June-bug." He smiled back at me.

"So apparently the guys know."

"I know. Been giving me shit all week about you."

"Ugh. Axl just told me not to fuck on the couch. My torture is just starting." I said sitting on Izzy's lap and pouting.

"Eh, let'm go. But I have an idea." He smirked.

"What's going on in your head Stradlin?" I smiled.

"You wanna fuck on the couch?"
He joked, smirking like a mad man. 

"Izzy you're dumbass!" I laughed.

"It's a valid question." He smiled, chuckling.

"No. I'm still sore from yesterday. The supply closet was so small I was hitting everything."

"Well, then what're we gonna do?"

"Ice cream. I want ice cream."

"Right now. It's 8 o'clock."
He chuckled at me.

"But Iz,"
I whined, slightly bouncing,
"I want ice cream."

"I'll buy you ice cream if you stop moving."
He hissed.

"Yay! I'm gonna go put jeans on."
I said before rushing out of the room.

I put my favorite pair of jeans on, still in a tank top, and I grabbed Izzy's jacket off the coat rack.

"Iz, let's go."

"Ugh. The things I do for you."

"You think I'm alright."

"I gue- Is that my leather?"

"Maybe."
I giggled at him.

"Looks better on you."

"I know."

"Fucker."

I grabbed Izzy's hand and pulled him towards the closest ice cream place there was.

"Hurry Iz. You're walking like you're fucking dead."

"Shut up. I like to take my time."

"But I want ice cream and you're taking forever."

"Babe, the ice cream will be there in five minutes."

Finally, after an extra five minutes of walking, and Izzy complaining, we finally got there.

"What flavor you wanna get?"
I asked while looking at all the ice cream I could get.

"Strawberry."
 He said.

"Strawberry? That's boring even for you Iz."

"Let me guess. You want caramel oreo chocolate swirl."
He said knowing I was a sucker for all of those things.

"You know me so well."
I smiled sweetly.

We ordered our ice cream and walked out of the little shop since it was close to closing time for them. We walked on the sidewalk eating our ice cream and talking. We walked for a while before we found a little bench in an empty park. 

"So how come you didn't go to the bar with the guys?"
I asked turning to look at him.

"I knew you weren't going."
He said meeting my eyes.

"So, I kept you from the bar. Damn do I feel special."
I giggled.

"Well, I-I mean, it's nice to hang out with you. Y'know. Without the guys."

"Yea. I get that.

"I love em to death, but I mean, I gotta get out without them you know."

"Yea, I get it. We live with em, that's more than enough for some people. Thanks for my ice cream by the way." I giggle.

"Anytime babe." He smirked at me.

"Where'd that come from? Since when am I, babe?"

"Since we started sleeping into each other's rooms on tour"

"Meaning what? You love me?"

"Of course, I do. You think I fucked you because your brother could beat my ass and I'd have fun while he did? You know I do. I just haven't said it yet."

"Say it."

"I love you."

With that, I gripped Izzy's face in my hands and connected our lips.
Soft and gently. Maybe a tiny tongue slip here and there.

"You taste like strawberries."