This I Love

Chapter Four; Pizza, Padlocks, and Interviews

*Fun fact, Axl really did padlock and install deadbolts on his bedroom door when the band was living together!*

"So he's warming up to you, then?" Slash asked. I nodded through a mouthful of pizza. We were sitting in Steven and Duff's shared room, the three of us on Duff's bed while Steven watched cartoons in the living room.

"Yeah, I think we had a good chat today", I stated. "He apologized and we talked about music some and then we got pizza. Obviously."

"You probably apologized for something too, didn't you?" Duff murmured.

I glanced at him. "Duh, I didn't have the right to just start correcting him-"

"And that's why he's warming up to you", the bassist said coolly. "Because you apologized for something too. That's what he does. Makes you think shit's your fault."

"I didn't say it was my fault, Duff", I frowned. "It was partially my fault but-"

"Partial credit is just enough for Ayatollah", Slash interrupted. "But at least the house should be a bit quieter now. Oh, by the way, um that restaurant you applied to called back today. Paul's Bar and Grill?"

"Someone called?" I gasped. After being with Nikki for so long where my job was pretty much acting as his personal make up artist and nothing else, the idea of having real work was exciting. This meant I'd get a paycheck I'd worked for myself and not some weekly allowance from a sugar daddy.

"Yeah, I said you'd come in tomorrow for an interview since you were currently out...with Ayatollah." Slash laughed like this was the funniest inside joke he'd ever heard.

"OmiGod, thank you so much man!" I beamed. "Lemme see if I can't bum something presentable off Izzy for tomorrow." I threw my pizza back down in the box and wandered to the living room where he was sitting with Steven and Axl. "Izzy, Slash told me I got invited to an interview tomorrow and I was wondering if I could mooch one of your blouses or something."

Izzy put out a cigarette as Axl stared. "Yeah, sure thing", the guitarist nodded. "Do you know which one you want?"

"Whatever you give me that's presentable I could wear to a bar-"

"Hey, Turner, can we talk?" Axl asked.

My hand ran itself through my hair. What was with that question? Axl and I didn't just talk with today's time at the park being a miracle in my mind. "Um, sure", I answered. Izzy shifted uncomfortably on the couch as Axl stood up and began walking away. I followed him to his room which was kind of odd. Axl didn't want me in his room. "What's up?"

Axl locked the door behind the both of us and spun around on his heel. "Why the fuck would you work in a bar?" he questioned.

I shrugged. "You wanted me to get a job and Paul's was the first place that called back apparently?" I replied. "Why?"