bad apples // izzy stradlin x fem!reader

i said this traffic is hell

a/n the quality of this picture has me howling

(3 days later)

"morning" toms croaky voice echoed, through the hallway and into my room. that's my reminder to not leave my door open.
"fuck off" i groan, pushing my duvet aside and throwing on my favourite jumper to go downstairs as the sweet smell of pancake batter filled the air.

"see you can cook" i say, taking hold of the pan and flipping the pancake and leaving it for a second before putting it on a plate and quickly eating it while i wait for my second one.

tom spilt pancake batter over the counter as my phone began to ring almost frantically. i quickly pulled it out of my pocket to find slash calling me, unusual considering i only saw him the other day?

oh it's probably nothing, i'll just leave it.

the ringer disappeared after tom beginning to get visibly agitated at it, before the ringing started. again.

"oh for fucks sake." i muttered under my breath, pulling my phone out of my pocket once again and walking to the front door to finally accept the call.

"y/n you will not believe this!! we've partnered with these guys and they're taking us on our first tour!! you have to come with us!!" slash exclaimed down the line.

"i don't know slash, i mean my brother will go insane and i don't want to be around izzy anymore than i have to."

"then hurry up and sort things out you can't miss out on this y/n!" axl grumpily said in response.

"like what, get on my knees and plead, say i'm sorry for something i don't even know i did? good luck with that, that's not happening."

a sigh was audible through the speaker, both guys getting irritated with both mine and izzy's stubbornness. but i have my point, what's his?

the line beeped three times, slash obviously giving up. i opened the front door to go back inside and have my last pancake when my phone rang again, will this ever end?

"hello?" i say, not bothering to look at the name this time.

"y/nnnnnnn, please just talk to izzy about whatever happened so we can all be happy and eat sweets on our new tour bus." popcorn begged.

"tour bus? since when? that's sweet stevie! you guys are doing so well." i say.

"i know right!!!" steven shouts, before a voice echoes through the what seems to be hallway they were stood in, judging by sound.

"steven did you tell her?" slash groans, before multiple groans sounded through the phone. i laugh, my headache worsening, before reassuring them it's fine and i'm glad they're doing so well anyway.

we both go quiet on both ends of our lines before saying goodbye, neither of us bothering on the subject anymore than we could be bothered to. 

i walk back in, making small talk with my brother before making a start on the seemingly thicker pancake. conversation spikes, ofcourse it ends up leading to izzy.

everything does.

"i don't know. it's just like i never get a break from him, even when i'm not near him."

"maybe he feels the same way."

"yeah, but i haven't done anything to upset him, have i?"

"he must have his reasons, he doesn't seem like the kind of person to hold a grudge, especially this long. normally he seems a sweet guy, just quiet."

"yeah well i don't know what those would be considering i haven't been rude at all before he started being this way with me, just this way in general even."

"retrace your steps. is there anything you've said or done he could've taken the wrong way?"

"not that i can think of off the top of my head."

my thoughts wander. what did we do that night? did i take anything? was it izzy? he wouldn't do anything like that, would he? how can sharing a bed offend someone? but we didn't do anything, did we?  was it before that? was it me asking about it that bugged him? was he like this before, or did i just see him through rose tinted glasses before, like when i first met him? is this all in my head? is my head even real? is any of this real? am i real?

"y/n. y/n! Y/N!"

"shit sorry. zoned out" i reply to my brother, very angry brother at that.

"are you okay? what even just happened, i've never had to scream to get you to snap out of something like that before."

"it happens all the time, i'm fine. i'm gonna take some meds then go back to bed, i'm too tired for this." i say, walking over to the cupboards and drowsily taking some paracetamol before almost falling up the stairs on my way back.

i'll sort things out with izzy later. not sooner.

a/n i am actually so tired i'm so sorry this is short and that i've disappeared for ages😭 this hasn't been checked etc like 60% of these chapters so there's probably tons of errors sorryy haha