Intertwined Hearts

Don't be a bitch

I'm laying on the bed, next to Slash from an awful hangover and my body slightly sore. Its almost midnight and his arm is around my shoulder, and his scruffy face rubs on my cheek. He smells like sex and whiskey; two out of the three passions in his life. I decide to break out of his grip, and sit up on the bed. He yawns, his hair all messy in curls, like mine, as he soundlessly yawns.
he kissed me with what looked like some grimy facial hair.
" What the hell is on your face?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes at me.
" Whats on your face, you look like a caveman, put a shirt on, your pants are too small...." he mimicked, in a voice that somewhat resembled mine, " Christ! Is there anything that I can do that doesn't piss you off?"
I looked at him with the most sincere grin and softest voice, " You could marry me."
It didn't quite hit him right, and he thought I was just being drunk and stupid, " What are you talking about?"
" You know...marriage. a white dress, a tuxedo, flowers and shit......the whole damn thing. You know what I'm talking about!"
" Someone slipped something into your drink last night..." he laughed. Then things got a little frustrating.
" Slash, I'm not joking.....would you marry me?"
He tried to make up words, but just ended up sighing and chuckling to himself. He looked out the window, shaking his head. I tried so hard, but I was just too impatient. What could he be thinking? Was it my fault for thinking I knew him so well that I would know his initial reaction...and answer...
" So I take it that don't." The words hurt down my throat as I swallowed my spit.
" No no..." he sighed, " It's not that I don't want to marry you-"
" Then what the hell is it?" that hurt too, " I've think that for as little as you've said, you've said enough."
" Listen to me, Rose," he spoke up, " You know that I love you, but...I don't think I'm ready. Mentally, for a marriage...and you're drunk....I'm drunk...this is really ridiculous."
I had so many emotions going on; I wanted to get angry for him assuming things about me, I wanted to cry because...I thought that he felt the same way that I did, and that he was guaranteed to say yes.... " You don't think you're ready? That has nothing to do with anything! Forget I even mentioned it..."
" Now just wait a minute," he said, " Don't get pissed with me, you're not listening to me. I'm trying to explain my reasoning and you keep jumping to fucking conclusions!"
It was so incredibly true, but, of course, I wasn't going to listen to him after he rejected, " I'm just shocked at what you said, I thought that we felt the same way! What's the point anymore.."
" Shut up, Rose! And stop being such an ignorant bitch!" he yelled, and those words punched me verbally harder than Axl ever could physically. Coming from him, it hurt so much more.
" Do you want me to just leave?" I asked, not looking away from him, in the most sour tone.
" Sure, since you can't seem to listen." the words just hurt more and more, and I knew that I wasn't helping. I ran to the door; he didn't look at me, and I slammed it.

I didn't even go anywhere, but on the steps of the hotel stairs to mope. What had I just done? I really was a bitch...but I couldn't go back to him...after what I had said. I had ruined everything. It just struck me so much of what he said.....I for sure felt we were over. Just a feeling, not a conclusion....
The tour was coming to an end, and soon there wouldn't be anymore Aerosmith and Guns and Roses for a while. They'd be doing separate things, and less and less time.

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