This I Love

Chapter Thirteen; Phone Calls and Izzy

*Dude, I'm already working on part 15. Yay, I'm not slacking! So much over compensation! By the way, if you love me, I started a Nikki Sixx fic and I have an AU Andy Biersack/ Oliver Sykes vampire fic if you're interested? ;P*

 The music boomed and pulsed around me even though I was standing outside. A payphone was right on the street corner, in front of the club which was conveniently called Street Corner. There was a phone book there where I was able to find the number for the Hell House but did I really want to call? No, but I told Slash I would. That's like a promise right? And promises don't get made just to be broken.

"It's like getting a shot", I said to myself. "Just hold your breath and get it over with." That's exactly what I did. I forced my hand into my pocket and found a couple of quarters to shove into the machine before I dialled the number.

It rang one, two, three times before someone answered. "Hullo?" asked Duff. Duff. Great. Duff and I got along. Better Duff than Axl.

"H-hey dude, it's Scar", I mumbled into the plastic.

"Scar! Hey man! Where the fuck are you?"

I shook my head. That's stupid, it's not like he can see me. "I'm...out at the moment. With a friend."

"Well, cool. What's up? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, man. I'm fine. I just-um, Slash wanted me to call. Is he in?"

"Nope. Sorry. He and Steve went on a beer run-dude, fuck off." There was shuffling on Duff's end as another voice tried coming in. The blonde bassist told the person to "go the fuck away" and "I'm on the phone right now" and "it's none of your God damned business" before he yelled and the phone was dropped. "Fuck you!" Duff's muffled voice barked. "Fine, then you fucking talk to her and see how she fucking likes the welcome back."

"I will!" snapped the voice, the cold, deep, dark voice that I suddenly recognized. The phone sounded like it was being fiddled with on the floor before I heard breathing. The new person had the phone. "Turner", mused Axl's voice.

"Rose. Where's Duff?" I demanded.

"Where the fuck did you go?" he questioned, totally ignoring me.

"Away from you. Isn't that obvious?" I snapped. My fingers went through my hair. "Look, I only fucking called to talk to Slash."

"As I recall, Duff told you he was out. Where are you? Who are you with?"

"I'm out with friends."

"So you and Erin are friends now? After you called her a bitch? Someone sounds like a two faced fucking-"

"How did you find that out?!" I gasped.

Axl laughed sardonically in response. "You think Slash and Izzy aren't going to tell me you're out WITH HER?!" he wailed. "OmiGod, are you stupid? Geezus Christ, Turner-"