Rivals Or Lovers? (Slash Guns N Roses Fanfiction)

Chapter 3:

Alison's POV:

Huh? Where is this voice coming from? ...

OH SHIT! Holy moly! Oh crap!! The-freakin-Slash-himself!! What the actual fuck is he doing here? Oh my God!! Nooo!!! This can't be happening. He is here to fuck my mood up once again! Shit, has he recognised me? Is he talking to me just to mock me and embarrass me and reveal my true identity and destroy me and make my life miserable and...

"Hello? Are you ok?" ,his voice interrupts my thoughts.

Oh...wait, what? Oh.....

So...he hasn't recognised me? Of course...he thinks I'm just an ordinary girl, doesn't he?
Hell yeah!! That's good...hmm...pretty good...
Oh but I don't wanna talk to that idiot...well, yeah, but if I don't, it'll be suspicious so...

"Hello?" ,he says again, with that puzzled expression on his face.

"Umm yeah, hi, uumm...sorry, I-I...zoned out a little.." ,I finally spat out.

"You look upset, is everything ok?"

No asshole, you are ruining my life, nothing's ok

"Umm yeah, everything's cool...so, what did you say?"

"What? Oh...umm..yeah, I just said this shit ain't good for your health",he says, pointing at my cigar.
Seriously dude?

"Says you, who could be the president of the hugest smoke addicts' club, huh?", I hiss. His eyes widen and his lips form a smirk
"Oh, so you know who I am"

'' Dude, you're the freakin Slash! Everybody knows you!''

He smirks and lets out a small laugh. Then comes and takes a seat beside me at the bench. Shit, it's getting too intense and I don't like where things are going...and things get even more akward with what he says next:

''Umm...so, what made a beautiful lady like you so miserable to end up smoking like that?''

Did he just say what I heard? Oh no no no, this ain't good. Is he, like, tryin to play me or something?

''Ya know, I've noticed that you are being extremely polite for....well, a rockstar'', I say wanting to catch him off guard.

He stares at me, then lowers his gaze,letting out a small forced laugh...What the fuck is wrong with him? Seriously, he is being a good person actually...is he sick or something?

He nervously runs his hand through his hair and pulls it away from his face....and...OH MY...his eyes...he actually does have handsome features...I wonder why he insists on hiding his pretty face with that bunch of hair most of the time. Like, look at those dark eyes...and his smile...ok, he actually is handsome...and not that much of an asshole...maybe.....or maybe not....could be pretending.....or...

''Umm...are you even listening?''

Oh shit he's been talking to me this whole time? Oops... :D

Well no, I wasn't listening bc too busy taking in your gorgeous features and weird behaviour for a douchebag like you...

"Yes! I mean...no! I mean...sorry, I-I-I zoned out...again" , I say, smiling nervously

'' Oh, ok'', he says and giggles. And God damnit! Don't smile like that. Don't smile you motherfucker! Ughh...he is freakin charming when he smiles. And I fuckin hate to admit that. Ughh c'mon Alison, he is an asshole remember? Don't fall for his charms! He is just a jerk. Shake it off....

''Wow...you zone out a lot'', he says and bursts out laughing. I spontaneously start laughing too.

''Yeah...I guess so...but anyways fuck it, what were you saying?''

''Oh...umm...I just said that...ya know, since I...I'm pretty fucked up and ... ya know, umm...I have my reasons for smoking obsessively...maybe I could...ya know, help you....I mean, you can talk to me. I've been through a lot of shit too...''

Woah. I literally have no response to this. I am left speechless...like...he is actually hurt and not just a cocky asshole? No no this can't be. He is just trying to get in my pants. He has a fuckin perfect life. That son of a...

''Yeah, no thanks. I'm fine...I mean, dude, it's not like I know you. I just fuckin met you and you are a freakin rockstar, basically a fuckboy who fools and roasts people just for fun! I cannot fuckin trust you!'', god I sound pissed off. Really, I've let my alter ego affect me too much. Alison shouldn't be mad.

He looks up straight into my eyes. He looks...sad? Crap, no! He is even cuter when he is sad! Ughhh!

''I understand.'', he says, ''I better get going...'' He gets up and starts walking in a fast pace.

Oh hell, what did I just do? No, no. Oh fuck my life!

I get up and start running to catch up with him. I finally do, after 3 minutes of running probably faster than a car.

''HEY! Slash, wait! Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable it's just that...I...umm...I don't like talking about my life...it's complicated...But I do want to get to know you''

''Uhm...ok. What can you tell me about you, then?''

''Ummm...Well, I am Alison Smith. I am 20 years old and I work in a boutique in the city...''

Slash's POV:

Ugh! Why can't I stop staring at her? I mean, she is gorgeous. Her bright aqua eyes are wonderful. But seem to hide a lot of sadness in them. She must be having a hard time in life. Oh shut up, Saul. Love is bullshit, remember?

Tbh, I got disappointed when she said she can't trust me and she thinks I'm just a jerk because I'm a rockstar. She has no fuckin idea. No one does. They criticize me without knowing what the fuck I've gone through. Man, fuck it, just stop zoning off and answer the gurl idiot.

''Oh. You do not really look like the girl who is all about fashion and stuff''

She giggles.

'' Well I'm not. I just had to do something for a living, ya know''

''I see. So, Alison, here's the big question: what kind of music are you into?''

Her eyes widen. I can see the panic on her face. What the actual fuck is wrong with her? Did I say something wrong?...

''Ummm...I....I...po-...ro...ummm...I like b-both rock and pop....but I have nothing to do with music! Like, me and music: no match. I could never be a musician. I have no talent. No music. Just listening. That's all. All!! But let's not talk about music!!''

What the fuck?

'' Yeah, I got it. You didn't have to tell me so many times....What's wrong with you? You are having a panic attack. Are you ok?''

'' NO! I'm fine. Really. Well, enough talking about me. See, I'm just a boring ordinary girl. Now, I would ask you about yourself, but most things I already know from the news'' ,she lets out a forced laugh.

''Huh. Sugar, listen up: you know NOTHING about me. You've only heard some rumors about my image. Now listen carefully....I'm Saul Hudson, nice to meet you and you get to call me that from now on.''

I can see her smirking. Well yes, I do have a name, thank you.

''I am..''

'' ALISON!'', a voice cuts me off.

We both break eye contact and turn to see a girl around Alison's age running towards us. When she notices me a look of huge surprise is drawn on her face. She stops a few steps away and keeps glancing at us with her mouth wide open.

''A-A-Alison?''

'' Yeah, Mary, hun, what in the name of? You have been crying. What's wrong?''

She runs to her friend and hugs her.

''Austin...he...'', her friend says and looks set to cry.

''Ugh! That jerk! C'mon let's go get you on your feet again .''...then she turns to me: ''Umm...Sl- I mean Saul, I have to go. I'm sorry. Goodbye.''

And with that she leaves....

Fuck my life! This girl is gonna be the death of me....