14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

75. Hide & Seek

Axl:

"What the fuck do you want?" Del sighed on the other end of the phone. He was probably asleep; it was only seven in the morning. Even I don't wake up this early most days, today was an exception.

"It's me!" I whispered just in case he didn't recognize me. I took the landline from its place on the side table and got out of the bed and peeked out through the door into the apartment. I could hear her singing in the kitchen. I cursed under my breath at the slow creak from the door when I closed it shut. "Axl,"

"I know it's you fucker! Who else would call me this fucking early?" He groaned

"Hey, hear me out, okay?" I hissed. I had to finish this call and make a decision before she comes. "I'm at Jennifer's place, and she's being kinda weird. I don't know what to do?"

After that date, Duff set up for me and her, and after all those things I told her that day, I didn't expect a second date, and I was fine with that. Three months after that, he called me again asking if he could give her my number. I said Sure, I mean, what could go wrong. The second date felt like a normal date since it wasn't me info dumping her about Dee. The third was also good. Plus, she was hot as fuck!

Then a month flew by, and we were spending more and more time together and sometimes sleeping over at each other's place when I was in LA. I could say I was dating her... Actually, we're together, but ever since I woke up, around ten minutes ago, she's been very weird.

"Weird as in... Holy shit! I gotta fucking get out ta here, weird or okay she's so weird it's so fucking adorable weird?" He asked, sounding more awake than before, while I wondered where she lay on that scale.

"I don't know!" I shrugged and glanced at the shut door, "Like... She's cooking for me, and she stole the shirt I wore here last night. Now I don't have a shirt to put on,"

He was silent for a second and then broke into a fit of laughter that only annoyed me further.

"Tell me something, Ax? Is this your first relationship, baby? Did you just lose your virginity last night?"

I rolled my eyes as he continued to laugh. "Quit laughing! And tell me what to do fucker!"

In the past, there were only two women in life who behaved like this. Erin and Dee. After Dee, there hasn't been anything like this. So it definitely felt weird to have this chick prepare breakfast for me or try to steal my clothes. I mean, I love her, but wasn't this getting a little too serious?

"Fine, I'll tell you what to do? Let me fucking sleep and go see if her cooking is trash or sick, cool? Yeah, thought so, bye!"

He didn't even let me reply before hanging up. I was going to strangle him and choke him against a fucking wall the next time I see him. I quickly dialed the number again as the faint singing continued in the kitchen. Letting out a frustrated groan, I slammed the receiver down as the line went beep. The dickhead probably disconnected the damn phone!

Putting the phone back where it was, I took out my pack of cigarettes that had exactly two more remaining. Inhaling a few slow drags was enough to calm my nerves, along with pulling and fidgeting with my hair.

Getting up, I slowly pulled the door open and stepped out into the small apartment. I have been here before a few times, but this was the first time she decided to be weird. As I got closer to the kitchen, well, it was far from a huge apartment, but still, when I got closer, I recognized the song. Melt with you by Modern English?

Then the little kitchen space became visible, and she was quietly jumping on her feet as she sang the song to herself, facing the stove, wearing just the blue button-down I had worn the night before. It was an amusing sight that made me laugh. It startled her, and it all came to a pause, and I was genuinely starting to feel bad when I saw the embarrassment on her face.