Living Like A Runaway

You're My Best Friend

I woke up with the most ridiculous hangover headache in my entire life. My head was throbbing to all hell, and even though I was laying down, part of me was still dizzy. I opened my eyes, realizing I was still in the same position I'd fallen asleep in; Axl's arms were still around me, and we were both still snuggled under the hotel blankets. 

After Mötley Crüe's set had finished, we had gone out to celebrate Axl and I getting engaged. Naturally, we'd ended up drinking just a little too much, or way too much in my case, so taxis were hailed and we were taken to a hotel. That led into other things, to say the least, and so here we were.

The ring was exquisite and elegant and fit perfectly. The band itself was sterling silver, and tiny little diamonds decorated it. In the middle, the moonstone was perfectly polished and almost iridescent, glistening in the light almost magically. I couldn't possibly keep the smile off my face each time I glanced down at it. I was going to marry Axl Rose, the love of my life.

Not too long after I'd woken up, Axl stirred as well. I could tell he was trying not to move, but finally, I turned around to face him, and a smirk crept onto his lips. "Good morning, beautiful," he spoke softly. It was pretty adorable, but it was obvious the hangover was bothering him, too. "You sleep well?" he asked, and I yawned, the two of us sitting up.

I kept the sheets covering me as I leaned my head against the side of his right arm. "I did," I told him, smiling, "But the hangover is killing me." The singer laughed, kissing my head.

"It's gonna be like that for the rest of the tour, I'm telling you," he told me. "See, eventually you'll be in a constant state of being drunk and hungover at the same time and it'll all even out, I promise." I sighed, laughing a bit and watching him.

There was another dip of silence, but I broke it myself. "I take it this," I gestured to the engagement ring, "Is why you avoided me so much yesterday?" 

Nodding, he stood up in all his glory, and I honestly couldn't help but watch him as he put his clothes on. God, he was beautiful. "I'd had the idea for awhile, but I didn't know how to do it, and then yesterday came and I still didn't know what I was gonna say, so I spent most of the day doing that." I stood up to put my clothes on, and of course, Axl stared right back at me. "It wasn't easy, I gotta say. i didn't wanna seem like some cheesy fuck, but there's no other way to do it, y'know?" I could only laugh in reply.

Soon after, everyone else had coagulated to the lobby as well. Coffee was thankfully there, because I didn't know what I would do without it. Obviously, some of us were still drinking, but I saved that for the nighttime. "Well good morning there, Mrs. Axl Rose!" Steven Adler laughed at me, and I blushed a little bit back. "Did someone have a good night?" His grin was almost too wide, and it didn't click with me at first, but Axl seemed to get it.

"Were we that loud?" the ginger questioned, and Izzy and Slash both nodded, laughing. 

Vince grinned widely as well. "Shit, I think you were louder than she was, we couldn't really tell, though." I, naturally, was dying of embarrassment, but Axl seemed to be keeping himself together as far as his temper went.

"Yeah, but at least I have a fiancée." That shut Vince right up.

Axl and I regretfully separated from each other to go onto our respective buses for the five hour drive to Albany, Georgia. I knew for a fact that their whole ride was going to be talking about our sex life, but at least with the girls, it would be real wedding talk. Even Sonic seemed pretty happy for me, which I genuinely appreciated. All differences aside, I was glad she wasn't being petty about this at least.

It was two-thirty when we arrived in Albany, Georgia. It was almost seventy degrees out and relatively sunny with a cool breeze, but the humidity was making the heat seem much, much worse than it was. We had about two-and-a-half hours left until we absolutely needed to be at our venue, the Albany Civic Area, though, so everyone decided to split off to do our own thing.