Crazy 'Bout You ✰ Izzaxl

1.14; junkie

/ lafayette, indiana \
/ slash's porch \
/ tuesday, july 1 - 4:03 am \

it's been a couple of weeks since slash sent that letter to his mother and he found himself sitting on his porch at 4 in the morning, bawling his eyes out. he couldn't help it. he couldn't help the fact that he needed that letter; needed it to feel like someone, to feel like he was valid. he felt like an idiot, sobbing in his pajama pants. he wouldn't usually do this on the porch, but it was the only way to not wake up his dad and grandmother.

slash paused when he saw two figures walking and laughing, wondering who the fuck would be out and laughing at 4 in the morning. as the figures made their way down the street, he stopped completely, wiping his wet tears away.

the two people stopped, almost as if they were studying him. he couldn't see much through his blurry eyes anyway, especially with is still being dark.

"slash?"

his heart jumped at the suddenness, unsure of what to do until he realized it was duff and steven. they walked up his porch, wordlessly sitting in chairs on either side of the curly haired boy. "what are you doing up so early? and at that matter, why are you crying?" duff asked.

"i just...i don't know.." slash breathed out a huff, unsure of what to say. "come on, man. no one's judging." steven added.

"my mom still hasn't sent a letter back. that was weeks ago." slash mumbled. duff wrapped an arm around him, gently rubbing his back, "maybe she hasn't gotten it yet?"

"that's bullshit. she doesn't want me." slash sniffed, wiping his nose. "don't say that." steven shook his head, leaning into slash. the two were basically sandwiching slash, but he didn't care. "why not? it's the truth. she moved and got some awesome fucking job and now wants nothing to do with me, my brother, and my dad. hell, at least my dad comes home."

"she's probably just busy."

"busy, my ass. i am too, but i wrote her a fucking letter."

duff noticed the tension and hugged slash tighter. "hey, it doesn't matter. rather she wants you or not, you know who always does?"

slash huffs, "who?"

"me. and stevie, izzy, axl, your dad, your grandma...i could go on and on."

steven smiles, "yeah, and we're always looking out for you. no matter what."

a small smile tugged at the corner of slash's mouth, "i know..."

/ lafayette, indiana \
/ izzy's room \
/ tuesday, july 1 - 9:24 am \

izzy woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. he groaned, ignoring it for now. once the rings continued, he huffed and rolled over, grabbing the phone. "hello?" his voice was slightly irritated.

"hey..it's ann." a voice went through the phone.

"oh, hey ann." holy fuck, izzy completely forgot about her. "how are you?" she asked, though her voice sounded a little weak. "i'm better. how are you?"

"um..i'm okay. i wanna talk to you—in person."

"today?"

"yeah. is that okay?"

"yeah, of course. when and where?"

"just meet me at the park around 1, okay?"

"yeah, i'll be there."

and with that, she hung up. izzy's stomach swam with nerves.

once izzy got his shit together for the day he made his way to the park around late 12. he saw ann sitting at a bench and joined her. she looked good. she straightened her ginger hair and her freckles looked captivating with the sun hitting her pale skin.

"hey, ann." he sat next to her. "hi, izzy. we need to talk."

"i know...i slipped up, it won't happen again."

"no, we're done."

"...what?" he was nervous, but he didn't expect this. this girl was all over him, and now this? "i said: we're done." they can't be done. he needed her. he needed her so he could fool everyone else.  she can't breakup with him.

"ann...i'm sorry."

"i don't want an apology. you're so careless. did you even think about me?"

"..well, i wasn't thinking about anybody, but me, to be honest. i was being stupid and selfish."

"you were. you know what you did?"

"what?"

"i'm known as your girlfriend. i'm the junkies girlfriend."

izzy's chest tightened at the use of the word junkie.

"so, i don't want any more of that. i'm not gonna be the junkies girlfriend."

"ann, i'm sorry. i'm off of it now."

"oh, really? for how long? a couple of days?" she was making izzy's blood boil. "you've gotta understand that i'm trying."

"understand? you've gotta understand that you embarrassed the shit out of me!"

"yeah? how do you think i felt?"

ann scoffed, rolling her eyes. right then and there, that's when izzy realized why he had such an attraction to how she looked. his hands trembled.

"quite frankly, i don't care how you felt. i've never really like you anyway! i only dated you because my dad hates anyone like you!"

izzy's mouth went dry. did he love her? no. but, did he feel like he could be lovable? yes, until now. ann was apparently done with the conversation, standing up with an, "we're over." and izzy didn't have the energy to chase after her or yell. he didn't love her anyway. the thing that did matter was "junkie". izzy was tired of that word. junkie this, junkie that. he didn't want to be a junkie. he wished people didn't see him as a junkie.

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[A/N]

sorry it's short but i really needed to post something. you'll figure out what izzy realized in the next chapter though and i plan on getting that out sometime through the week, next week—possibly the weekend. i love you guys <3.