Faded Memories (Guns N Roses - Izzy / Axl / OC)

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June 5, 1988
Mountain View, California - Izzy

That day had sucked. Actually that whole week had sucked. God, I couldn't even remember what a real bed felt like. I haven't slept in one for what? Like months?
Jammed together in that shitty tour bus, we've been on the road for too long now.
I wasn't complaining, though. Things were good. But still. It still felt like we were working our asses off only earning a hundred bucks a week. But that was even more than we had like two years ago.
Nah, I couldn't complain. LA had been good to me. I dealt for rent. That had been okay. At least I'd never had to worry about starving like Axl did. So, yeah. Things had been good. Now, things were even better.

So I was telling myself, when I walked out of the bus to join the other guys for a few beers before going on stage in some hours.
That was when I saw that bottle blond chick standing at that fence. She was flipping her hair but that was not what I was eying. Nice rack!
Reaching my pocket for the lighter she was asking for, I gave her a smirk. She definitively was fuckable. I didn't even bother to look at that other chick. It was obvious that the blond was out to it.
'... this is my friend, Ana.' I heard her say as I was just thinking about where to bone her. 'She's totally in to you.'
I totally forgot about that other chick and thought I should at least give her a smile or something.
When I looked at her, I gasped. She was beautiful. Unlike that blonde chick she didn't have that obvious "hot as hell" attitude. Some people would've called her average. But I thought she was stunning. Her cheeks blushed, because she was embarrassed I guessed, and that glare she threw at her blonde friend made me smile.
When she finally looked at me, my heart skipped a beat. She had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
I had been wrong. That day didn't suck at all.

Ana. I couldn't remember that blond chick's name. I just had eyes for Ana.
She was funny. Picking on her friend like that she made me laugh. I really adored that innocence she was radiating. God, when was the last time I saw that?
I decided to take them backstage. That blonde chick would be fine with Slash I guessed. So I could spent some time with Ana.

When I finally got rid of that April chick -man, she was pissed I didn't remember her name – Ana and I went back to the tour bus. I took her hand and felt that strange shiver again, that I noticed at the fence as our fingers touched. That girl was something special.
I couldn't help myself. I was desperate on drowning myself in her innocence and her beautiful eyes. Even I knew I shouldn't.
Ana wasn't the kind of girl who fucked musicians in their tour buses and took off, never seeing them again. She was the kind of girl you'd take out to date properly. Something I'd ever do.

'So, Ana. Tell me, where you're from?' I asked her as she followed me into the bus, looking around doubtfully. God, she was gorgeous.
'I'm from Cali.' She said.
'So, around here somewhere?' I chuckled as she scrunched her nose at the smell of the bus.
'Yeah, somewhere here.' She paused and looked around. 'God, did something die in here?'
'Imaging 5 dudes living in here for like... god, I don't even know how long.' I opened a window and threw some shirts and shit off the couch so that she could sit down.
I felt kinda embarrassed. What was really strange actually because usually I won't give a shit. But I wanted her to feel comfortable.

'You want a drink?' I asked her, not sure why I even bothered to make conversation. Normally I would invite a chick over and as soon as we'd hit the bus, she would be already all over me. These girls were really easy. No sweet talk, no sharing personal history. Just sex. But this one really did a number on me. I felt like a fucking teenager on his first date.
'Yeah, sure.' She said and I eyed the whiskey and the vodka on the table.
I frowned. 'How old are you anyway?'
'Really?' She chuckled. 'You take me into that creepy tour bus smelling like bimbo and feet, and when I ask for a drink you suddenly care about my age?' She shook her head. 'You're really not like I imagined.'
God, she wouldn't make this easy for me. This was interesting.
'You're feisty, girl. I like it.' I reached out a cup to her and pulled a soda out of the fridge.
She sat down on the couch and I leaned against that small kitchen counter.
I watched here silently as she poured some whiskey into the cup. She shook her head as I offered her the soda.
'So, where you're from, Izzy?'
'Originally? Indiana.' I shrugged. 'But LA is my home now. If I get ever off that fucking bus.'
She gave me a smile and I grabbed the kitchen counter to steady myself. Her smile made my knees wobble. God, Isbell. What the fuck is wrong with you?

We talked for a while. She wasn't as shy as I thought. I told her about growing up in Indiana, meeting Axl for the first time and how I got into music.
She told me about college and her friends. It was really nice talking to her. I almost felt normal.
I was just about to make a move on her, because I really couldn't resist any longer, someone banged at the door.
'Izz. Come on dude. Time for rocking. Everybody is looking for you.' Stevie yelled from the outside.
'Shit.' I looked at my watch. 'I'm fucking late. Come on. I've got a show to play.'