Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

TWENTY ONE

AN/ so basically im updating because holy crap!! Gnr!!! Fucking!!! Just!!! Oh my god!!!!! At the troubadour!!! And also this story has 4k and you guys are hella rad thank you.

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It was settled in a matter of minutes.

With Steven's sweet words and the rest of the band's persuasion... it was hard to say no. Or perhaps I was just easy to convince, considering they'd also made me agree to letting them stay in my house when they were complete strangers. Or were they just really good at persuading? Who knows.

So in a couple of days, Guns N Roses and I were off to a new house.

Maybe this could be like a clean slate, a new beginning. We could try to forget all the shit that happened...

I would like that.

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I pulled out the last box from that damned closest in the spare room. Man, that place held so many memories now. This whole house did. It was funny, though... they all seemed to involve the guys from Guns, despite only knowing them for a month. It just made me realize how they practically flipped my life upside down. That didn't bother me, it was the fact that I was enjoying it that scared me. It would have made more sense if I hated them. But I didn't; not one bit.

"You need some help in here?" Axl asked from the doorway. His voice was hushed--because if he was too loud it would echo in the empty space--which caused it to rumble even more than it normally did.

"Sure," I replied, pushing it across the floor over to the redhead. I frowned when I noticed there was still one last box remaining in the closet.

I swear there were only three...

Wait, is that a picture of a keyboard on it? Oh, right. I used to play piano.

"Is that a keyboard I see?" Axl chuckled, coming closer and moving the box out before I could. "Do you play?"

"I, uh, used to," I said nervously, desperately hoping he wouldn't ask me to play anything. "Never was very good, though."

"Do you still remember anything?" he traced a finger over the picture of the keyboard, bending down and opening the flap on the side.

"Ah, nah, not really," which was a lie. I remembered practically everything, and as for the things I was unsure of, I knew they would come back to me as soon as the keys were beneath my fingers.

"What a lie," he said, chuckling with a proud smirk. He pushed the instrument in my direction, plugging it in. "Play for me."

I laughed nervously, "I don't know, Axl..." pressing on a couple keys, I sighed. I looked at him, and he stared back at me, but with his cute, excited grin, and his consistent insistence, I couldn't say no.

"Go on!" he told me eagerly, tapping the keyboard.

"God, you're annoying," I joked, smiling so he knew I was kidding. "Fine," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yes!" he moved around for a moment until he got comfortable, sitting directly across from me with a giddy little smirk on his face.

"Ready?" I asked, unsure of how this would go, and a bit nervous.

"Definitely, now play!"

"Alright, alright."

I placed my fingers over the keys, not quite remembering all the technical stuff, flickers of what to do and what not to do rushing through my mind. I took in a little breath and began to play a song I remembered the best. A quick, easy little tune that was fast and simple. It was probably only about a minute or so long, and as soon as I was done, Axl asked me to play something else.