You're One In A Million, Babe. (Guns n' Roses / Duff Mckagan story)

Chapter 6 - Passion Killer, You're Too Much

KAYLA'S POV

The rest of this month had been a total drag.
I know I probably overreacted with the whole Duff situation, but my emotions for him are trapped inside of me, begging to escape & I wasn't going to let them be victorious over me that day.

The house was still in it's normal, whacky environment. Mariah & I both knew from the moment we took the boys home, they weren't going to leave us.
I most definitely don't have a problem with it, besides the stardom, they're the most down to earth & reverent group of guys I've ever met.

Duff was keeping an extended interval of space between us, knowing he'd hurt me & thinking that I really had nothing to say to him. What he didn't know, was that this distance between us is poison to me, & I have a whole lot to say to him.

So far, 1987 has been a shitty year.
Most of my mornings, similar to this one, have been watching the sunrise on my porch with a 42oz cup of coffee, moping to Santo & Johnny's 'Sleepwalk'.

"Hey, you alright?" A black mass of abundant curls approached me. He yawned & stretched his arm around me.

"Hey, Slash. Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking about things."

Slash didn't portray the type of character to really care so much about another's losses or feelings, yet he seemed so interested in assisting me.

"I know what Duff did was bullshit, especially after he called you beautiful & seemed interested & said he loved you, bu-"

"What? Whoa whoa whoa, slow your roll. When did he ever say he loved me?" I cut him off. My pain inside was going away at a leisurely pace, & began to feel slightly better.

"That night Duff saw you, he told me right away you were the one. Said he's seen you before that night, probably at the whiskey. But yes, he told me that morning at the studio, he loved you. & I guess he did what he did because he wasn't aware if the sentiment was mutual." his intended tone was most likely sluggish, but he came off very passionate.

"Thanks Slash, I really appreciate this." I kissed his cheek & made my way to Duff & Steven's room.

When I walked in, Duff was sitting on the bed, back to me & playing guitar.
Ever since the little incident, I've been very cautious & hesitant towards my actions & words around him. I didn't want to make matters worse.

He was humming, it sounded angelic & ideal. On the floor, there were music sheets scattered. One of the ones were labeled 'Patience.'

"Duff?"

he turned & faced me, patting the bed.
I sat down & looked into his deep, twinkiling, green eyes. & my god, they were so beautiful.

"I'm sorry I overreacted, you're not mine & i-"
he pulled me close, into a deep, sensual kiss.

"Can I be yours now?" he replied.
My heart fluttered, & once again, it was probably in vagina.

I don't know what it was about those perfect green eyes, & that luscious blonde hair that made me feel free & safe. but with him, all I felt was happiness.

I led my lips to his ear.

"You're lucky I'm giving you a chance, you asshole." My tone was sarcastic, but he was aware I was 100% truthful.

His hair was glossy in the window's broad light, making him resemble an Angel even more. He probably didn't know it yet, but I wanted him to be in my room again, more than anything. I wanted to feel his warm, guarded caress.