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

Old Enemies

December, 14. 2012
Hollywood – California

Axl

I crunched my teeth and clinched my fists. Why on god's fucking earth did I sign up for this again?
Right. Melissa. She looked amazing in that short strapless dress and these high heels, which seemed to let her legs look endless. My dick twitched. Holy shit, I couldn't even look at her without getting horny as hell. I was definitely doomed.
Getting here already got me through hell. God, I hated this shit. What did I think to show up here alone? I really didn't want to think about what the tabloids would be making up tomorrow.

Now I was standing in a dark corner on the opposite of the room, sipping my single malt and staring holes into Slash's back. I knew it. I fucking knew that he'd show up here. And him getting all the attention of Melissa was the final straw. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second. If I'd go fucking crazy here, there was no way to smooth the press. This would end up in a disaster. I needed to chill out for god's sake.

Izzy moved through the crowd and stopped here and there to talk to some people. I didn't really get who he was talking to. I didn't care. I didn't even wonder why he was all Mr. Enjoyable. All I cared about was that fucking hand of Slash on Melissa's back. Izzy wasn't serious to leave this horny fuckward alone with her. He pissed me off real bad. I fought the urge to get over and just punch that fucker in the face. A thing I should've done a long time ago. His hand moved up and down Melissa's back while they moved closer to each other and talked into each other's ears. I nearly choked on my whiskey.
She wouldn't, right? I knew Slash would. Absolutely. As long as his annoying wife wasn't around.
I remembered Melissa showing me her tattoo of that ridiculous cat with that top hat and Slash's name underneath. God, he was her fucking idol and if he just implied that he'd wanna screw her, she would. Was Izzy fucking blind?

I looked out for him again and saw him making his way in my direction. Why wasn't he staying with her? Slash was already drooling all over her.
When he saw me, he even smiled at me. I'd like to punch him, too. Fucker.
'Axe. There you are. I thought you might ditch me.' I tried to put on a fake smile.
'You fucker made me come here all by myself. I don't wanna know what the press is making out of this tomorrow. I had to storm in here avoid those bitchy assholes.'
'Yeah, tell me about it. I just dropped the bomb about Melissa. Guess the tabloids will be full with this tomorrow and I've Rolling Stone magazine on my ass for another interview.'
'You deserve worse, fucker. I knew Slash was showing up here. I can't believe you got me in for this shit.' I threw a look at Melissa and Slash at the bar.
'I didn't know he'd be showing up here. But Melissa seems happy to finally meet him. He's her idol. I'm kinda jealous. Since he showed up here she's just talking to him.'
I grabbed my glass so hard that I thought it might break any second.
'You're not worried?'
He looked puzzled. 'Why? Slash hitting on Melissa? Dude, he might be younger than us but he's still an old fucker to her. She's fucking twenty-three. Nearly half his age. What would she possibly see in him?'
Yeah, dude. Asking myself that same question over and over for the last thirty minutes.

'You're probably right. She looks stunning, man.' I tried to sound casual.
'Yeah. I'm proud as hell. Who could've guessed I'll finally get something right in life?'
My stomach knot. He was fucking right. Who could've guessed Izzy would be able to create something as beautiful as her? 'Dude, I need to get outside and give Ana a quick call. Are we still hitting your place for that after-party?'
Oh shit. I totally forgot about that. I needed to make some quick arrangements so that actually some people were showing up for that party later.
'Yeah, sure. Everything's set up.' Total lie. But I really wanted to talk to Melissa. And get rid of Slash. So having Izzy and her over at my place would be perfect.