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

Glitter and Gold

December, 14. 2012
Malibu – California

Axl

Three weeks. Three fucking weeks and not a single word.
This shit was insane. I was insane. There was no reasonable explanation why I kept chasing after that girl like a total horndog.
I let out a frustrated groan and fought the urge to smash my phone into the wall. God damn, Bill. That wasn't meant to happen. For three fucking weeks I was trying to get that chick out of my head, but I just ended up calling her and leaving messages on her voice mail. How fucking embarrassing was that?
At this point I didn't even care anymore. I was fucking craving for her. This was crazy. I haven't felt like this in decades. Two wild nights in Vegas and I couldn't get her out of my head. Like she said: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right? But I just couldn't let that go.

And just like these last weeks, I found myself sitting at the piano again working on another love song. I hadn't been writing things like that in years, and now I had a ton of songs I could easily play in for another album. I laughed out loud and my gaze went to the phone again. God damn, why won't she just call me back?
Maybe it was better that way, right? Like she already said in Vegas: How would that work out anyway? She was a fucking teacher, and she wasn't even half my age. I let out another groan and covered my face with my hands. Not to forget the fact that she was my best friend's daughter.

I jumped as my phone rang. Holy shit! Please let this be her I wish silently. With shaking fingers I push the answer button on my phone.
'Yeah?' I answer hoarsely.
'What's up fucker?' I heared Izzy's voice. Shit.
'Oh, you're still alive dude? Haven't heard from you in weeks, man.' Maybe he had some information on Melissa. My heart raced.
'Yeah. Sorry, man. All that stuff that happened in Vegas was pretty intense. It still is... kind of. I've been jetting between Indiana and Cali the last weeks. I'm seriously thinking about moving back.'
'Seriously? Wow. So I guess you and Ana are...'
'Still figuring things out. But I just can't leave her again, you know? She gave my life sense again, man.'
I chuckled. 'That sounds like some serious shit, man.'
'It is. Can you believe that shit, dude? I have a whole family now. With all perks, man. Like barbeque on Saturdays and Sunday visits from Melissa. I still can't believe it.' Oh god, I would kill for Sunday visits from Melissa.
'I really can't picture you as that family guy who does barbeque with the neighbors. ' This was so not Izzy.
'I didn't either. But it's really nice.'
'So, enough of that Smalltalk shit Izz, I guess that's not why you're calling. So what's up?'
I could hear him take a breath. Oh shit. Something was going on.
'Okay. But please hear me out and don't hang up, okay?'
I frowned. 'Suuuure.' I said suspiciously.
'There's that thing at the Hard Rock Café tonight.' Oh fuck me, I knew it. 'That red carpet thing. You know how I hate going to these events. You're maybe in to join me?' No way would I go to a red carpet event at Hollywood blv.
'You're kidding, right? Why are you going in the first place? You're even avoiding these events more than me.'
He chuckled. 'I promised Melissa to take her. You know? Being her rock star dad and all. She's excited to see the glamour and shit.' Oh shit. He was taking Melissa?
'I'm in.' I said a little too quickly. 'I mean: I'm in if you're in for a after party at my house.'
'Yeah, I guess. I wouldn't bring Ana. She's in Santa Barbara. But I think Melissa would be in for a party at your place.' Hell yeah. There must be a god.
'Please tell me Slash isn't going?'
'Can't say. Haven't talked to him in a while. But he got a star on the walk of fame, dude. I guess he could be showing up there.'
'Fuck. And still you're asking me to come?'
I heard him laugh. 'You're my best friend, dude. Although I know Melissa would be thrilled to meet Slash.'
'Yeah. Well, fuck him. We'll meet there. You owe me. Big time.' I hung up the phone.

I wasn't really sure if I should be pissed at him or grateful. All I knew was that I would even go on stage with all of the fucking GNR retards, if that meant I could get to see Melissa again. I was fucked.