Guns N' Roses ✰ Oneshots

Drive Far Away ☆ Izzaxl

warnings/includes❗️:
✩ smoking

Drive Far Away by Deftones

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axl sat in his room, silently crying. he doesn't know why it had to be him, but it was. he was the one who had to take the hits and screams, and act like it was nothing. everytime anyone asked him, he had to say he was fine. unless it was izzy. izzy always saw right through his lies. but, lately, axl hasn't felt the need to lie to izzy anyway.

axl hated his house; it's not a home and it hasn't been in a long time. all axl wanted was his father approval. just a "hey, i'm proud of you" every once in a while, but he hasn't even got it once. so, axl stopped trying. he stopped trying to please his father so much and lived his life. sure, that ended bad sometimes, but he didn't care anymore. what's the point of trying to please someone if they're completely unsatisfied with life and everyone around them? exactly, there isn't one. axl only lives to please his siblings and izzy, now. izzy see's axl very differently from everyone else, and he's grateful for that.

everyone in the house is always screaming, angry or scared. no one is allowed to express themselves in the house without being contradicted, judged, or yelled at. he couldn't stand this house. he felt like the house was suffocating him. he needed to get out right now. he threw on his shoes and snuck out of his window, going to izzy's house.

once he reached his best friends house, he knocked on the window. after a minute with no answer, axl knocked again...still no answer. he sighed, izzy was probably asleep or busy enough to not be in his room. the ginger knew for sure that he wasn't going back home, not yet. he started walking down the sidewalk, away from izzy's house but not back to his own.

right now, izzy wasn't even in his house. he just had an argument with his mother, so he left. izzy was driving his car around town, trying to calm down. he hated arguing with his mom; she gave everything she had, by herself, to raise him and his siblings all alone since he was eight, she deserved basic respect. izzy's escape methods were weed, driving, and axl. izzy was all out of weed and figured axl was asleep or dealing with his own shit right now but, he did have a full tank of gas. he never left the town; he didn't want to scare his mom. he just drove around lafayette, letting his anger wither away.

as izzy drove down the night street, something caught his eye. he saw flaming red hair under the moonlight. once he noticed it was axl, he got a little worried, wondering why he was out this late at night. izzy lazily parked his vehicle, opening the car door, "ax?"

the ginger turned around, he looked a little surprised but overall relieved to see his best friend. izzy walked towards him, "are you alright?"

axl nodded, "yeah."

izzy knew he was lying, but didn't press him. he noticed the tears drying on his pink cheeks, the emotion in his voice, the tremble in his hands. axl was hoping izzy would offer to hang out with him, and he did.

"you wanna go get in my car, ginger?"

usually axl would flip him off or roll his eyes at the nickname, but he didn't have the energy to right now. he got into the passenger seat of the car while izzy got into the driver seat, pulling it out of park and starting to drive. izzy sensed something was wrong and axl knew because izzy always caught onto everything.

"so, what's wrong?"

"nothing." he already felt the lump forming in his throat again.

"i'm not dumb, ax. what happened?" his voice was stern yet soft at the same time, not wanting to startle his friend.

axl started crying; tears starting to stream down his cheeks. concern flooded izzy as he glanced at the redhead. he hesitantly reached one hand over, placing it on top of axl's hand. sure, this gesture wasn't usual, but axl wasn't complaining. "...i just wanna leave this stupid fucking town in general. i hate it here, izz. i'm stuck here, i never get to go anywhere else..." izzy knew there was more to it than that.