Don't Ever Leave Me

Two

I hopped from foot to foot as I waited outside. I was getting a little restless and bored while I was waiting for my landlord, Gustavo. Since, I hadn't made enough money for my rent this month, I was planning on following him until I had some information to blackmail him into letting me stay for another month.

It wasn't the best plan, but I wasn't really known for thinking things through. At all. Anyway, it would probably work.

Hopefully.

The rent was super cheap, but it's hard to make ends meet when you can't even get a real job.

I mean I knew I could've gotten a job as a waitress, but I didn't feel like it after my last failure of being a working class citizen. It just wasn't my thing. And I didn't do things that I didn't like.

Just as my energy was waning from hopping around so long. I saw a tall guy with longish, dark hair leave the bar. I knew it had to be Gustavo. There couldn't be that many tall guys with dark hair in that bar. Or so I thought. I really needed to start thinking things through a little more. Thinking before acting would be a step toward the right direction. Who needs right or wrong?

I followed him for a few blocks. I was sweating like mad. I usually wasn't up when the sun was this hot. This city was so damn hot. But it's a lot easier to be homeless if it's always warm than if it's always cold. I wasn't homeless yet but with the way things were going...

That thought didn't prevent me from hating being sweaty all the time.

I was starting to think maybe it would be better if I gave up and slipped into a store or a bar or some place that had air conditioning. Luckily Gus finally walked up to some crappy one story house.

I waited on the opposite side of the road, trying my best to be inconspicuous. I was also probably failing. Then again, there was a lot of strange people in this city which was one of the reasons I fit in sort of well.

Why the hell did I even care if he kicked me out? I'd find somewhere to stay. Everything always worked out for me. But since I had started to stalk Gus I wasn't just going to stop.

What if the guy I followed wasn't Gustavo? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised.

I tried to figure out why the hell Gustavo would have any business in a shitty ass house. 

My first thought was drugs. Maybe there was a supplier there. Maybe he was growing hemp or some shit in there. It was quite clear why I thought of this first and that was because Gus was one hell of a shady ass dude.  You don't rent someone your garage unless you are desperate for money or just a creep. I knew Gus was both. The guy was a total sleaze and that was a fact.

Without a second thought, I walked across the street, up to the house and knocked on the door. Definitely was not a good idea, considering what I thought was happening in there. Like I said, thinking before acting wasn't a thing I did.

Lucky for me, Gustavo didn't open the door.

Maybe I hadn't been following the right guy. I wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case.

When the door swung open, I came face to face with a cute blonde guy. The first thing I saw was his hair which was long and fluffy. The second thing I noticed was the grin on his face. He was short but still a good couple inches taller than me, which didn't mean much because I was only a little over five foot two on a good day. He had pretty blue eyes, the type that, if using the right look, could melt anyone's heart.

For some reason, I laughed a little. Maybe it was because I was relived Gustavo didn't answer the door or maybe it was because the guy was so cute.

"I don't think I know you," the blonde guy said. A look of confusion was plastered on his face once he realized that I wasn't someone he knew, I didn't have booze, and I didn't look like a stripper.

"I know. Is Gustavo here?" I asked.

Why the hell I would ask to see Gustavo is beyond me. I knew Gus would kick me to the curb if he knew I was following him. My impulsive nature would be the death of me.

Not that I minded.

"Sorry, but I don't remember if ever met a Gustavo before."

"Good," I said. I couldn't seem to stop making myself look stupid. Although that happened often.

"Well..." he replied, awkwardly.

"Uh, I should probably-"

"Who the hell is this chick, Steven?" I heard a sort of familiar deep voice ask.

I turned around and saw a hot red head guy. He seemed really familiar.

"Wait a minute," I said as it came together in my head. "You guys are from that kickass band." I grinned.

"Guns N' Roses," I heard the blonde guy who I guess was Steven answer.

"Dude you guys fucking rock!" I blurted out.

They exchanged a quick look which seemed more like a 'she's seems cool' look than a 'she needs to leave look'. I happened to be familiar with both.

"Come on in," Steven said opening the door all the way. His giant grin returned to his face as I walked inside.

A/N: the second installment! lmao. I'll try to update weekly but if I fall behind do not be alarmed. I am a student and that's like the thing I have to focus on so my mom doesn't kick me out. lmao. hope you enjoyed!