bad apples // izzy stradlin x fem!reader

money to burn

he takes his hand in mine, guiding me out of the crowded gardens and over to the parking lot, away from the path. noticing to myself how tom went down that path and he wasn't in sight, i guessed he went back to jeff or mikes place.

i look back to izzy and he gives me a comforting smile, changing my expression from a somewhat frown to the best smile i could put on my face in that moment while he lead me to his car and opened the door for me.

"this is so beautiful." i say, smiling at how lovely his car was compared to the ones i was used to. the leather seats were polished, everything was clean and the car was absolutely sparkling.
"thank you, it's definitely my favourite out of anything i've owned before." he said, chuckling lightly.
"i can see why. it's gorgeous!" i remark, earning a chuckle from izzy.

it was quiet on the road, rock gently airing from the speakers in the car. i caught a few glances at him on occasions, however he kept his eyes on the road. it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comforting and felt overall calming in his presence. he clearly knew this, as he was comfortable in it too.

he caught my eye, looking at me causing me to instantly look away and try and fight the blush i knew had risen on my cheeks. he somehow knew this and muffled a laugh.

i had already told him where mine and toms place was, we had shared a fairly large apartment seeing as we promised to move in with each other as kids until we could afford big houses of our own. unfortunately, we were far from this point, still. i loved tom, he was just a dick at times.

what i mean by this is he is extremely overprotective.

he was always a rebel, but when it came to protecting me when i was younger he would go feral on anyone who had my name in their mouth. because of this, the only friends i ever had were the members of cinderella and my childhood best friend, even then, tom only just tolerated it. however, with cinderella it was always awkward. they kind of knew me as his sister mostly instead of actually me. in school, people were terrified of him, so they stayed away from me, too.

"hey, we're here." a gentle voice from the drivers side spoke, pulling me out of the wash of memories.
"thank you so much, izzy. you're honestly a life saver." i say, giggling at the end.
he chuckles back before speaking ; "no worries, call or message me if you ever need anything."
"again, thank you. you really shouldn't have though, gas just burns money."
"i have money to burn."

i walk in, waving my goodbyes to izzy. he was adorable, i can't lie and thoughts of him flooded my head before a loud voice caught me red handed.

"Y/N."

tom. of course. now? really? for fucks sake.

"who. the FUCK. was that?!"

"he's a friend, relax and just fucking leave me alone i've had enough of your shit today." i growl, and make an attempt to walk past him, before a blow strikes the wall and his arm is now a barrier.

"WHO. WAS. IT."

i turn on my heels, spinning to face the front door again and i grab my rucksack i always sit by the door in case of emergencies. i throw it over my shoulder and close the door gently to rile him up even more as he does to me, silencing toms shouts by speed walking away from the house. i pull out the sweater i packed in there and throw it over myself, tugging my dress down in an attempt to warm myself up. i pull the bag back up over my shoulder before putting my phone on do not disturb before adjusting it so izzy's messages will still notify me. he said i could talk to him if i ever needed help, so i may as well return that favour.

i dont know where i'm going or where to go, but i follow the path and keep my eyes wherever my legs take me.

maybe i should've explored this place more, it's not too bad here. a couple willow trees surround the dirt other on the opposite side of the road, and the path leads to a bridge in the distance. it catches my eye, and i quicken my pace, remembering you can go under some as i hope luck is one my side for once.

eventually, i was a metre away from it. i duck down, swinging myself under it via the river that no longer existed. i look around, adjusting to the new surrounding before a glance of red catches my eye.

they looked similar to one of the guys at the party, it looked fairly long and they had a hat. using all the bravery in me, i decide to speak.

"uh, hey."
"huh- oh, hi. what brings you under here?" the masculine voice says, slightly low pitched. he turns to look at me, letting me get a glance at his features.
"brother. fucking asshole, can't be asked to deal with his shit. you?"
"damn, that sounds shit. parents, got kicked out earlier and feel bad relying on the guys to live with them." he replies.
"ha, it is. that sounds just as bad though." i state.
"anyway, i'm axl. rose." he says. the name sounded somewhat familiar, i think tom had mentioned it before. however, tom was what i least wanted to think about.
"y/n keifer." i reply, curious for his response.
"no way." he says, shocked.
"huh?"
"you're tom keifers sister?"
"unfortunately." i say, sighing.
"he's a nice guy, he can't be that much of a dick i'm sure." he says, concern but confusion in his tone.
"he can be when he wants to."
"damn."
"yeah."

we talked for a while and eventually the party became a subject in our conversation, however it ended quickly. we talked a lot about the negative things in our lives, somehow stumbling upon the subject of bands. axl didn't say much about the members of his band, guns n roses, but he did offer to go to the studio for a bit. but by then it was about 2am, so why not. there was nothing better for us to do.

he unlocked the door with a key from his jacket, opening the door for me to go in first. it was a nice studio, red carpets and yellowish white walls with windows just about in every corner, a few cracked or with holes in them about the size of a fist. there was a light on coming from the end hall which was peculiar, however axl simply flicked the other light on and walked down, me following just a footstep or so away.

"hey man- y/n?" a familiar voice spoke. izzy. he sat with a white guitar on his lap, leaning back on a chair pulled away from the table at the far corner of the room.
"you two know each-other?" axl said, side eying the both of us.
"yeah. party." izzy blatantly said, no expression on his face. i nod along and axl says he's gonna go the bathroom , leaving me and izzy.

"how'd you get here?"
"long story short, argued with tom, gave up and walked out of the house. found axl under a bridge and ended up here."
"okay." he says, nodding. he probably thought i'd fucked axl or something, but now i'd explained i think he's okay.

at least i hope.

i sat down opposite to him and started up a conversation about guns n roses and he smiles a lot more than he did talking about any of the other topics. he seems really fond of the band and his founding, and i respect that.

axl comes back in and sits next to us forming a square with the wall, a six pack of beer in his arms. he offers us some, and we drink our sorrows away until we fall asleep.

a/n 1374 words!! edited sep 23 againnn
better than the first one for mistakes i will say🙈

-j