Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Paradise City

Axl's life could pretty easily be summed up. Except that it was actually really complicated. But if you really wanted it to be summed up, it's a party, where everybody's drunk and having sex, and Axl has a hot girl under his left arm, and Slash sleeping on the right.

The girl's dirty-talking into his ear and trying to get her hands into his pants, and Axl doesn't mind. He'll like the girl, she's fine, but at a certain point of always having that girl under his arm, eventually he stops caring. She's a fine girl, but she's predictable. If its not that girl its a new one like her, and at some point its just whatever. And at that certain point of that girl trying to kiss him, he starts to ignore the girl, and care a bit more about letting Slash sleep.

He was so adorable, eventually its just like, smack that girl away so you can use the other hand to play with his hair. Not that Slash really cared what he did, if he wanted to fuck the girl or kiss the top of his head, he didn't care. Slash just appreciated getting to sleep on his shoulder. Though he did like it when he kissed the top of his head.

None of the guys ever really understood why Axl and Slash were so close. Axl was the oldest in the band, Slash the youngest, though they were only four years apart. Axl grew up in Indiana with Izzy, but he was still closer with Slash than Izzy. Izzy never had a problem with it, he actually preferred it this way so Slash had to deal with Axl if he got worked up instead of him. Slash was good at soothing him.

But whatever the reason they were so close, they were. Axl was very protective of Slash, and Slash wanted to give Axl hugs. Axl wasn't a hug-kind of person but he didn't mind Slash's. Axl seemed to find some kind of unspoken comfort in Slash, he'd never admit it, and if Slash ever noticed he didn't say anything about it.

Slash was kind of like his little brother that Axl always had a need to protect, even if he didn't need it, and Slash would always support or comfort his brother. He didn't care about Axl's protectiveness, he probably liked it actually. Slash was laidback and Axl was uptight, it just worked.

They were so close they were like those two boys in your high school history class. They never paid attention to the teacher, they'd just talk and get in trouble all hour, and they were so close they'd act like a gay couple.

Axl would turn around in his desk to flirt with Slash and he'd take his pencil out of his hands and write something dirty in his notebook so the teacher would come by and cross his arms. Or Slash would lean forward in the middle of a lecture and kiss the back of his neck or play with his red hair.

They were so cute, it was like if they made out in public they could probably turn on girls, guys, and homophobes. Not that they were gay, and not that there was anything wrong with that, they were very straight, it was just kind of fun messing around like that.

So when they casually behave like this, and when you have as much sex as they do, and drink as much as they do, you could see how things could... happen. They haven't, but it seems very possible.

The other thing was, Axl was like broken glass. He'd never say it, but he was. If everybody in the world were windows, Axl would be broken glass. Long shattered and very fragile, and if you try to pick up the pieces and put that window back together, you get cut. At a point of people trying to fix that window, people stop trying. So lets just say, after a few tries of getting his hands cut, Slash was the one who brought a broom and duct tape.