Book 1: Lost In Translation (Another Reason To Cry) (Izzy Stradlin FanFic)

Ch. 15: Lost In the Doorway

The sound of the door bell is what jolted me from my bed, causing me to tumble to the floor in a wad of bedsheets. As I lay still on the floor for a moment, my thoughts swimming, the foggy daze that seemed to cloak my senses began to clear itself from my mind. Other sounds began to bombard me, namely the sound of my TV blasting Saturday morning cartoons from all the way downstairs.

I sat up, wincing and grabbing blindly at the carpet for stability as my brain began to spin. Scrambling for focus, I was able to look up at my bed long enough to notice that Melody was gone. My heart leapt into my throat, and suddenly the spinning in my head didn't seem so daunting as the fact that Melody may have ditched me last night.

She wouldn't do that, would she? After all, it was her first time, and my first time with her. She didn't strike me as the "one night stand" type.

Crawling for the bedroom door, my bedsheets dragged behind me, slowly uncurling themselves from my body with each inch that I managed to move. It wasn't until I was damn near out the door that I noticed that her clothes were still lying in a heap on my bedroom floor, and a wave of relief swept over me.

More ringing from the door bell.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming!" I grumbled, finally forcing myself onto my feet.

I staggered a moment, nearly crashing through a nearby wall, before I managed to steady myself and head out the bedroom door.While I had originally thought standing was difficult, I was about to find out that the stairs were nearly impossible.

I somehow tripped over nothing but air, and began to tumble down the flight of stairs. Now that I was falling down them, and managing to hit damn near every one on the way down, I realized just how tall these fucking steps were. I was suddenly wishing I was back at the old GNR loft that the band had built ages ago. It was a lot easier waking up to the sounds of the rest of the band's group sex than it was to be jostled about by the staircase.

I eventually landed with a bone shattering thud, my body splattering somewhere between the door and the living room. Both areas were alive with deafening sounds.

In the living room, I spotted Melody. Her auburn hair was knotted and wild and she wore nothing but one of my bedsheets, which was wrapped just below where her cleavage started. Her eyes were transfixed on the Bugs Bunny cartoon that was playing on the TV, the sounds of which were what I had been hearing blasting through my house all morning.

Following the curves of her body, hoping to find a piece of her skin peeking out at me somewhere, I noticed an unnecessarily gigantic bowl of Raisin Bran in her lap. My eyes widened at the sight of it, but what really got me was the way she spooned it into her mouth. It was just enough to make her cheeks swell and milk dribble to her chin whenever she would hold back a laugh.

Could she really understand the cartoon? I wondered to myself. God knows I probably wouldn't be able to follow along without sound. Maybe the pictures were just silly to her. Or, maybe even more likely, Melody was making up her own stories as she watched.

Diiiinnnnggg-dong!

I heaved a sigh, my body screaming with pain as I forced myself onto my feet again.

"What the fuck do you want?" I demanded, tearing open the door and expecting to see one of my band members on the doorstep. We like to fuck around with one another, especially if we knew the other had a hang over.

"How tasteless."

Definitely not one of the guys.

"Do you always greet your guests naked and screaming vulgarities, or is this a special greeting just for me?" Melody's mom was giving me the evil eye, but still held a smile on her lips.