Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Amy

             Axl picked his head up with a jolt, realizing he was kicking and twitching in his sleep again. He didn't remember what he was dreaming about, it wasn't anything good though. His legs still felt prickly and he felt anxious and panicky, his heart still beating uncomfortably and breathing quickly. Erin bitched on the other side of the bed, "Stop moving so much baby." 

Axl huffed, trying to slow his breathing, "Sorry," he mumbled. Bitch. 

Axl forced his body to relax and he lied back down, rolling over so his back was facing her. Ugh this fucking sucks. I can't sleep at all, and when I do I freak out. I know exactly why too, it's clearly because Slash isn't here. And he's right down the hall. Sleeping peacefully. Like the fucking little angel he is. But there's nothing I can do about it, Erin had to be here some time or I'm going out with her and doing nothing to make the point Slash and I agreed on. 

Ugh, the fucking bitch takes all the blankets and the entire bed. I'm fucking freezing over here. I sleep in a fucking ball and she thinks she can take the whole fucking bed. Slash would never be like this. If I can't sleep he'd just put his arm over me and hold me till I was sleeping alright again. She doesn't even care that I'm getting fucking seizures in my sleep. 

I miss Slash. He's all warm and smooth and soft and cuddly and such a nice pillow. He'd be perfect right now. But all I got is this cold bitch.

Axl flinched slightly as she shifted to rest her head on his neck. Axl held back a threatening growl. Girl fuck off you're too fucking close. Of course he couldn't say that to her though, he had to make it seem like he really liked her. 

He found it strange, how before he was with Slash, he probably would really like her. She's gorgeous, she's fun, there isn't really anything wrong with her, even though Axl was really picky. But he was just bothered by her most of the time, and he couldn't figure out why. She did nothing wrong to him that would bother anybody else. 

No. 

He knew exactly why she bothered him. 

She's not Slash. 

She probably thinks I'm a moody silent type who never talks, because that's all she's seen from me. She probably has no idea that I'm bothered by her, because this is how I always am around her, she probably thinks I'm normally apprehensive around women. Fuck, she might even think I'm shy. That's kinda funny actually. 

But nonetheless, he thought it would be a good idea to show her a little affection, even if he didn't want to. So he forced his mind to retrain itself so he was more comfortable around Erin. It's not Erin. It's.... Hm.... Michelle. 

He tried to convince his mind that it was just Michelle hugging him. That's not too bad I suppose. But Michelle doesn't snuggle like that usually. Michelle usually understands I like to be reserved to myself and I don't like much physical contact. Erin was too exaggeratedly cuddly to compare to Michelle. 

It's not Erin or Michelle, it's.... It's Amy. 

Axl didn't want to pretend it was his little sister, he always thought it was just easier not to think about her too much. 

He loved her. 

She was the only girl in his life he ever truly loved. 

He wished that he could think about her often, think of good memories with her back in Indiana. But fate was never very kind to him, and most of his memories with her, were just painful. 

But she was the only girl he could think of, who ever really showed him affection like that. The only girl who he showed it back to. The only girl that he could think of right now, that could compare to Erin, to make it seem like he really liked her.