Intertwined Hearts

A new me approaching

" Fuck! " Slash yells, banging the slot machine that he wasted money on for the fourth time.
Slash and I were in the back room of an old burger shop, wasting money on games.
" Give it up dude!" I yelled, then looked back at my game, " Slash, I dont think I'm doing this right...."
He looks over to see me, struggling to play a giant pinball machine. His eyes widen and he winces as he walks over.
" Well, first of all, you gotta hold onto the controls the right way. Youre gonna kill your fingers if you do it like that," His arms extend from behind. His big hands softly grasp mine as he redirects my hands.
" Now concentrate on the ball," he instructed, " If you study it quickly, you'll be able to catch the rhythm and speed of it," he rests his chin on my shoulder, his curls touch mine, " Its important to know which ball to each flipper. Now, shoot it!" he says, and I smack the button. "
" There you go! ready for another ball?"
I nodded, and he grinned, " Think about which side the ball's gonna fall down..."
His hands moved off of the buttons and met my waist.
So I started playing as he watched me,
completley focused into the game. While I was playing, he would whisper shit in my ear.
" C'mon after this game let's get a couple more heinikens, huh?"
" Okay," I agreed, as he handed me another drink.
" Have I convinced you yet?" he asks, his breath lingering.
" What are you talking about?"
" You asked me to take you out, to see if you really do have feels for me or not."
I didn't respond.
" ...So is the shit real?"
I laughed, " Yeah, the shits real."
" So what does this mean? You're giving up Axl for me, completley?"
" Huh? Dont say it like that! That makes me sound like a slut."
" W-What?"
" That I left Axl and then went for you. Like im bouncing around the band or somethin."
Slash shook his head, although his face was more stern, " This is different. He hit you, you didn't like it and you choose what you did. It doesn't make you a slut. Jesus, you try to get away from that word as much as possible, don't you?"
I shrugged, " Reputations, man. They'll fuck you for life if yours goes down the gutter."
Another heiniken burned my thoat, and Slash was lookin at me, with a cigarette.
" How long were you two in a relationship? "
" A few months, so it hadn't been too long. We met at the tattoo shop i believe. I thought I was so lucky, and I thought I was so badass. Dating a wild child, you know? I almost liked how he was such a dick to people. I thought that would make him a good protector of me. Which it did, untill he started treating me like shit. Then I wanted nothing of it, and I still don't. Its almost like my hearts hardened as a rock towards him, you know?"
" Rose, you're drunk."
" So what? I might as well express how I really fuckin feel! I don't want what happened to fuckin happen again and I haven't fucking officially broken up with him yet but I swear when I fuckin do..."
" Rose..."
" Im spilling out every single fucking ounce of my being. How I feel and what it means to feel heartbroken and fucking dosowned. How it fucking feels to feel like youre a fucking piece of shit in the fucking corner of a fucking..."
" Alright, i think four heinikens is enough, little lady."
" Goddammit I wish he could know what I was feeling when he hurt me. That motherfucker."
" Jesus! before you tip over--"
" I don't even know what I saw in him. I never did anything to hurt him and hurts me...." I stop fully out of breath.
" ....Are you done?"
" I don't know, one more beer will tell."

" Woah, easy there!" He said, catching me from completley passing out.
It got quiet for a while, and he just laughed at me, " You're pretty cute for a punk."
" The hell does that mean?"
" Well, I mean. Most girls I meet are restless bitches. Don't have any common sense and they always try to get on "my good side." You're...a natural." We began to walk again.
" Well thanks...I'm glad that I'm more than a restless bitch to you."
" What got you into fashion?" He changed the subject.
" the theatre department and modeling."
"...you used to model?"
" Yeah...is that shocking?"
He looked at me with a wince, " Not at all."
" I used to make outfits for musicals and then I went through tons of photo shoots. God, I had so much fun doing that. And then my mom got me into music. She basically played me sweet lullabies of Led Zeppelin and I learned all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody before I learned my ABC's. My moms Hispanic and my Dad is black. My mom actually had a affair with Steven when I was really young and they were divorced."
" My mom does fashion designing too. She did wardrobes for some pretty infamous composers of the generation. So before you say 'it's fashion, you don't understand.' I have more fucking knowledge on the fashion world than you think."
I laughed, " I wasn't going to doubt your knowledge on fashion. Not to mention I put together the outfit you're wearing."
He looked down at his clothes, " that right. Not too bad. I don't see too many noticeable mistakes."
" Dick." I elbowed his arm.

The night went on forever, and soon after we walked so far we got lost. So we got into a strangers car to drive us home. I couldn't help but notice Slash and his personality was starting to slowly rub off on me, I felt like a child who has the key to everything and I felt as if I had ran out of fucks to give. Slash Hudson...me....Hm, let's give it a try. What could possibly go wrong?

So I redid this chapter/part. Sorry I took such a long break! I had a huuuuuggeee writers block. But there's more to come with lots of excitement!! Please please, please give me feed!