Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

THIRTY (PART TWO)

I sat in the familiar couch she'd had since my childhood, bundled up in a warm quilted blanket and snug between pillows and my aunt.

"So tell me all about it!" she insisted with a smile. "Tell me about your job and your house and your friends. I want to know everything."

"Nothing much to tell," I said, not to brush her off rudely, but to show how small I've kept my living and social circle.

"Oh, please, Cassidy, I'm sure that's not true. Who was it that you were considering bringing along with you? What was his name? Alex?"

"Oh," I chuckled, "you mean Axl."

"Yes! Tell me about him!"

I smiled, but didn't know where to begin. "He's in a band called Guns N Roses, and... they're amazing. I met them all... three months ago? We all live together now."

"Oh, wow. That must be one big apartment."

"It's a house actually, probably around the size of this one."

"Wow!" she was clearly surprised.

"Yeah, but their management is renting it for us."

"Ah. Well that's awfully nice of them."

"Sure is," I turned back to the TV, assuming she'd gotten enough information of my new life. A rerun of Cheers was on. It wasn't necessarily my favourite show, but it was definitely not the worst thing to be watching.

After a moment had passed, she spoke once more. "I want to know more about your friend... Axl. Is he just a friend?"

I laughed, and again wasn't sure what to call the relationship Axl and I had formed. "I'm not sure. I guess that's why I didn't know if bringing him here with me was a very good idea."

"Any friend of yours is always welcome, Cassidy."

"I know," I said, and I did. It was hard to explain, but I guess I just wanted to be sure that whatever was happening between Axl and I wasn't temporary before beginning to show him off to all my family.

"Well, no matter what, I'm proud of you. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes."

As she squeezed me into her shoulder I sighed contentedly, a soft, happy smile on my face.

But I couldn't stop thinking about what Axl might be doing right now, or if he truly misses me and wants to be here with me.

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I hadn't planned to end up getting drunk in an unfamiliar bar in an unfamiliar side of town tonight. I just decided I needed to get out of the house for a while to help lure all the stress-inducing thoughts out of my head.

I knew that the conversation between my aunt and I, her questions about Axl, was all good-natured--but after it I just couldn't keep my mind from thinking about all the negative possibilities.

What if he doesn't actually love me, and he's just saying he does for sex? What if he's fucking another girl right this second? What if he only wanted to see what I could do for him, and that's it? Should I have stayed with Steven and not touched Axl at all? What if they all think I'm a slut?

So I pulled into the first bar I saw and started my night off with three shots of vodka. And then three more.

I took it slower after that, once my vision became blurred and my mind started thinking more innocently.

But then I saw him again. That fucking guy. No way. His face looked like it was carved by Jesus himself, no more than a few feet away from mine.

I swear to God, if this is a sign.