(This type of story was requested a while ago by @Peggster123456 @nostalgicaliens, and RockLe8,
I needed to finish it a longtime ago, but I've been slacking. Anyways here it is. Hope you guys like it.)
It had been a week and some odd days I'd stayed in the Rehab facility, until I realized- I couldn't do it. I didn't need to go to some fancy rehab place, that my band and the record company threw me into. I could get sober on my own when I wanted too, besides I didn't really have a problem, right? Or is that what every addict says. Either way I grabbed the little bit of stuff that I'd went there with and walked out the front doors. Of course there were people around, but luckily I got by them without being noticed. I hitched a ride to La Cienega Boulevard, from Laurel Canyon where the facility was. I needed to get back to my place in Huntington Beach within the next six fucking hours by bus. I still had my belongings in a garbage bag, I was kind of pissed since I knew it would take all day to even get home. And I wasn't really looking forward to the trip. Once I got back to Huntington, I'd probably find some chick to lay low with for a while. Since once word got out I wasn't at the expensive Rehab place, everyone would probably get pissed and start looking for me. Of course they'd check my place first. After finally making it to La Cienga, after hitching in this guy's Volkswagen for a half hour, while he contentiously talked about Re-runs of 'Cheers'. I thought about jumping out of the car and walking the way there, I'd done it before. It only takes about three hours, give or take. Once I was dropped somewhere at South La Cienega Blvd, right outside of Inglewood. I walked to the bus stop, and waited for about five minutes underneath the bus stop shelter, just people watching. I was sitting there with my trash bag, thinking of going and getting high after all this. Until I saw probably the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen; Long dark hair, tight body, nice legs. She was dressed like she just stepped off Led Zeppelin's starship or something. She was just- perfect. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder as she crossed the four lane road, she was coming towards the bus stop. It seemed like time slowed down as she walked across the street, her long legs carrying her. Damn, she looked across the street, noticing me sitting there at the stop. And gave a small pleasant smile. She walked over and sat down next to me on the dirty bench. She pulled her purse over close to her, retrieving a pack of Marlboro reds from the bottom. She preceded to stick one of the cigarettes between her full lips and light it. I put my head down grinning, before glancing at her. I cleared my throat before speaking. "Hey, there." She turned her attention towards me, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Hello." She took another long drag... "Where ya' headed?" I questioned her, looking down at her perky breasts. "Um, Fountain Valley. It's gonna take me all day to get there. But, yeah." She smiled. "I live in Huntington Beach, so I guess we'll be on the same bus." I informed her. "True, maybe we can sit next to each other." She laughed. I nodded, "I'd like that. I'm Izzy, by the way." "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." She held her hand out for me to shake, I gladly shook her hand. "That's a really pretty name." I stated. "Thanks, Izzy. I like your name too." Y/N grinned, "That's not your real name is it?" She questioned, I shook my head 'no'. "No, actually it's not. It's I guess- my stage name?" I told her, grabbing my cigarettes. "You're in a band?" She asked, throwing the end of her cigarette on the ground. "Yeah, I am. Uh, Guns N' Roses." Y/N raised an eyebrow, before her eyes widened. "Wow, Man. What are you doing taking the bus, then. You guys are really, really hot right now. Don't you have drivers and stuff?" I grinned and lit my smoke before, preceding to talk. "Well, we do and I could. I just like taking the bus. Well and my band doesn't really need to know where I am right now." I confessed, looking for her reaction. "Why doesn't your band need to know where you are?" She questioned. "Um, I'm sure if you've heard of Guns, you've heard about all the drugs and shit in the tabloids. I just left rehab, in Laural Canyon." "Oh, yeah. I might've seen something, I don't pay any attention to those trashy Magazines though. If you don't mind me asking, did you bail or something?" I nodded my head, inhailing my cigarette. "Yeah, I actually left a little while ago- I just couldn't handle it, you know? I don't really need that shit, like if I wanted to kick drugs I would do it on my own time." "I feel you, Man. You know- I bet your friends cop as much shit as you do, but they stick you in rehab instead. Not saying you're an addict or anything, no offense- of course." Y/N said throwing her long hair over her shoulder. "I totally agree with you. You'd be floored to see all the smack and coke that the other guys in the band do. Axl isn't that heavy into it, and Duff just drinks a lot. But they make me out into something I'm not just 'cause I don't want to be in the press." I admitted to her, Y/N placed her hand on my arm reassuringly. "If those dudes are treating you like that then they aren't your true friends, Izzy." "They are my friends, they just have an odd way of showing it." I told her, "You play Rhythm guitar don't you?" Y/N asked. "Yeah, I do. I write a lot of songs too." She nodded, "That's really cool. I wish- I could write music." "It's not to hard, just think of stuff you want to write about. The blanks usually fill themselves in." A little silence fell over for a few seconds, "So, are you from California?" I asked her, puffing on my cigarette. "Oh, no, I'm from South Carolina. I have only lived here for about five years or so." She answered, I looked down the street seeing the bus rolling up to our stop. "You ready to go?" I questioned Y/N, standing from the bench. She stood up as well, following me into the bus as it came to a stop in front of us. I walked in and I handed the driver money for both our fairs, and went to find a seat. Y/N followed me throwing herself down beside me. "You didn't have to pay mine too ya' know." I shrugged, "It's no big deal, really." "Here let me give you the money." She offered fiddling around in her purse. "No, really, you can get me next time or something." I winked at her, 'causing her to smile and roll her eyes. "You flirt."
We rode for hours it seemed on our bus ride, we talked quite a bit about a lot of different things. I really got to know Y/N, she told me about herself, her interests, where she was from. Things like that, I even answered her questions too, I even told her about Indiana. She was warm, sweet and funny. It was around sunset, when we made it to the bus stop. This is where we were supposed to part ways. "So you said, you lived in Huntington?" Y/N asked. "Yeah, and you Fountain Valley." I said, rubbing my shoe into the sidewalk. "Yup." She said, looking off into the distance. "You wanna like hang out sometime?" I offered to her, drawing her attention back to our absent conversation. "Or you could come over to my place, I can cook real well?" I grinned, looking up at her. "You know I'd really like that." "Groovy, say we get to ride the same bus again." She joked, lighting another cigarette. "You want one?" She offered, holding the pack out, knowing I had to buy more. "Yeah, I'll take one." I grabbed one of hers and lit it, waiting for the next bus.
We only sat there for ten minutes or so, before getting on and making our way to her apartment. She unlocked the door, letting me walk inside first. She flipped the light on, showing her cozy living room. Overall her place was small, but I can tell she was paying for the view, since out back she had a really nice view obviously only a few minutes from the beach. "I like your place, Y/N." She turned around, throwing her keys down. "Thanks, Izzy. As you can see its a little small, but it's a nice place to live." "I really like it." I told her, looking around at her eclectic knick knacks. "Make yourself at home." I did as she said, taking my shoes off and sitting them by the door. "Do you need to call your friends or anything?" Y/N asked from the kitchen. "No, definitely not. They're probably learning about now, that I'm not in rehab anymore." She nodded. "Hey, do you like Italian food. How does Pasta sound?" She suggested, looking over into the living room. "Sounds great to me, here I'll come help." I said standing up. "No, way. I got this you're my guest." She said, with a laugh, putting her arms up as I tried to walk in the kitchen. I grabbed her arms, playfully and pushed her back. "Let me help, please?" I said, grabbing her small hands. She raised her eyebrow. "A man actually begging to help cook, I think I like you Izzy." She laughed, looking into my eyes. "Well, I actually just want to be in here with you. But I'll help too." I joked. Y/N shook her head, stepping closer to me where our bodies were touching. She glanced up a seductive look crossing her face. "I'll take that too." She mumbled. I let her hands go, grabbing her hips, bringing her closer to me. Before I had time to lean down to her and kiss her, she had already bridged the gap and brought her sweet lips to mine. Kissing me deeply, it didn't seem like she had any intentions of slowing down either. I held her there kissing roughly, she ran her hand through my hair, resting her arm around my shoulder. Y/N pulled back for breath, licking her slightly swollen lips. "I think, I have something to show you in my bedroom?" She spoke, grabbing my hands. "I'd love to see." I said, cheekily. I hope my band never finds me, I'm thinking I want to stay in Y/N's bed for a while.
(Kinda bad, but I hope everyone likes it. Thanks for reading.)
