"What's your advice about life?"
"Live Fast, Die Young." She said low. "Life taught me that in mere seconds we might be not breathing anymore and everything will be gone. So you've got to live your life as much as you can. Do e everything you want t...
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"Looking good, Mckagan." I hear Slash saying behind me and I glare him through the mirror. "Where are you going looking all fancy?" He asks leaning against the doorframe.
"Nowhere." I reply and continue styling my hair.
"Does little Duff have a date?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I turn around to face him.
"That's none of your business." I answer, passing by him.
"Oh, c'mon dude, tell me." The curly-haired man whined like a little girl and I laugh at him, picking him my pack of cigarettes from the messy coffee table.
"I'll see you later." That's all I say, heading to the door.
"You aren't going to leaving me here hanging, are you?"
"I'm kinda going to." I open the door of our shared apartment and look back at slash. "See ya later."
"Sure. I'll be at the whiskey with the rest of the guys after dinner."
"I'll pass by then, I guess." I nod and close the door behind me.
I don't think I'm ready to go on a date. I've never been one. Holy shit, why the hell did I put myself into this? The last time that I took a girl on a date, it was so bad that I don't even consider it as a date myself.
I'm so going to ruin all my chance with Heather. I don't even know where to take her. I can't afford a dinner at a fancy restaurant, I'm broke.
I don't even have a car.
Ok, Duff, focus. If you were a girl where would you like to be taken?
A nice pizzeria would be cool...
This is pointless. I'm going to take her for dinner at the ice cream parlor and say 'I'm sorry, I suck at dates. Can we fuck already?'
That sounds just so horrible that I'm disgust with myself.
I'm almost at the address Heather wrote down on the sheet she gave me and I can feel my palms getting sweater and my heart speeding up.
You can do this.
I stand in front of the building and take a deep breath. I get in and look down at the sheet of paper in my hand. Eighth floor. I hope this has an elevator.
I look around and nope, it has none.
Fuck me.
I start climbing up the stairs and the anxiety kicks in. Great, that's really all I needed right now!
Just calm yourself down and everything is going to be ok.
I finally get to the eighth floor and look for Heather's door. 8D. There it is.
