Intuition

So this happened.

I couldn't sleep last night an that was when I decided to write a fanfiction.

There are probably some mistakes in there, I'm sorry about that!

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Being in love with your bandmate sucks. And it sucks even more if you're both males.
And even more if your redheaded lead singer is a  homophobe. Or at least sometimes.
At times he seems a little gay himself. Especially when he's with Slash..
But that's not my problem right now.
My fucking problem is that good-looking, tall, blonde bassist tuning his bass in front of me.
It's one of these moments again where I realize how amazing Duff is.
And then I realize that he'll never be mine. And then I get depressed again.
My name is Izzy Stradlin, Rythm-guitarist of Guns n' Roses and I am madly in love with the
bassist of our band, Duff Mckagan. Fuck that!

We were all rehearsing for our next gig, and now we're sitting here not really knowing what
to do with ourselfs. Slash is downing another bottle of Jack Daniels again. (I lost count on how many
bottles he already drank, and I guess he did too)
Axl was yelling at Steven, who looked like he was going to cry at any moment, for no reasons
whatsoever. And I was sitting in a corner of the room, silently strumming my guitar, while
I watched my favourite bassist on this planet tuning his bass.
He looked so good! How can a simple human being look so good while doing something so
pathetic?
"Is everything ok with you?" the bassist suddenly asked. Damn, must have been starring
a bit to long. "Yeah.. everything's alright." Duff looked at me with a confused look on his
face. "I gotta go now!" I said, got up and went out of the room as fast as I could.
I couldn't stand this whole awkward tension in there any longer. I could here Axl yelling
something like "Where ya going?" but I just ignored him. I really didn't want to talk to any-
body right now.
Now that I embarassed myself infront of my bandmates, what should I do next?
I thought for a bit and then came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea to
get drunk. Yep, alcohol would be good right now. And so I went.

I went into the nearest bar, whicht was also the cheapest. Don't look at me like that,
we were still in our beginnings and we could be happy when we could afford a few
smokes a day! When I was in there I immediately regreted ever going there.
There were disgusting, drunk people everywhere. You couldn't see the entire
room because of the smoke that hung in the air.
I really wanted to go out of there, but since I wouldn't know anything to do then
I decided to stay, get drunk and forget about my disgusting surrounding.
And of course forget about Duff, that was the reason  I was here in the
first place.
When I sat down, I looked around. Even through the thick layer of smoke I could make
out some girls standing in the distance. I guess a girl could probably get my thoughts
off of Duff. I would definitaly be hitting on them. Just not now. I am way to sober and
with that way to shy to go talk to them. But once I got some alcohol intus
I would try my luck!
"May I help you?" a grumpy voice asked. I turned to look at the bartender, not
sure what I should order. "Just gimme something.. hard!" I said.
The bartender starting laughing- "Yeah.. you look like a hard boy" he said and winked
at me.
I just gave him a not-so-friendly look and turned my attention somewhere else.
Wasn't my best Idea. As soon as I got nothing to think about, he comes into
my mind again. I grabbed the drink the bartender gave to me and downed it in less
than a second. "Another one, please"
The bartender gave me another drink and I downed it almost as fast as the first one.

After a few more drinks  I was already good drunk. I looked around the bar again
and saw a girl. She looked like she was a bit smaller than me, had blonde hair, blue
eyes and fascinating legs. She was all around beautiful. I made my way over to her,
carefully not to trip somewhere. Yeah, walking wasn't that easy anymore when you had
 numerous shot of whiskey before.
I stood close to her, when she smiled at me. "Hey!" I said. "Hey.. do we know
each other?" she asked, a tad of confusion in her voice. "Nah, don't think so.
But I would love to get to know you better. Maybe you wanna come with me?"
argh, I hate my drunken self even more than my sober self. "I'm Izzy, by the way!"
"No, thanks. I'm here with my boyfriend. Sorry!" she smiled an apologetic smile
and then turned around. "Oh, come on!" I tapped here on the shoulder.
"You sure you don't wanna come with me?" I let my hand rest on her shoulder maybe a
tiny bit to long. She turned around looking at me with fuming eyes. "I said not thanks,
don't you understand that?" She said, clearly annoyed. "But Babe.. "
I tried touching her again, when a man grabbed my wrist very hard.
"Do I know you?" the male voice spat. "I'm Izzy" I laughed, not understanding why
this stranger was holding my wrist. It almost hurt. "And who are you?" I asked,
the alcohol slurring my voice. "I am Phil, her boyfriend!" He said, now even
more angry. "Oh, so you're her boyfriend?" I said, winking at her again. Suddenly
the man grabbed me by my shirt. "Leave her alone, or something's gonna happen!" he said
directly in my face. My stupid drunken self couldn't resist saying "Oh, what's gonna happen
then?" and smirking. "You asked for it!" the man shouted. I knew exactly what
was coming now. I prepared myself for a fist connecting with my jaw, but nothing
came. Instead I felt a strong arm around my waist and someone shouting. "Leave him
the fuck alone, bastard!" I immediately knew who that voice belonged to.
Duff.

Slowly I opened my eyes to see the scene in front of me. There was this man, Phil, and
Duff who was punching him in the face. I reacted immediately. "Duff- Duff, stop it!"
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the man. "But why? That motherfucker
was gonna hurt you!" he almost shouted. Duff pushed the man again. "Yeah, yeah! I
know. It's my fault - just leave him!" Duff stood in front off me, looking confused
whilst the man was holding a papertowel onto his bloody, probably broken nose.
"Why is this your fault? If you want to tell me now that you started that fight - not going
to believe you!" Duff said, slightly confused but laughing anyways. Oh my god, that laugh.
My heart jumped when I heard it. "Let's go home, then I can explain everything to you..
ok?" I asked. Duff just nodded and so we headed back into our apartment.

When we arrived I went into the bathroom to splash some cold water in my face,
hoping it would help me sober up a bit. I don't want to be too drunk when
I talk to Duffy. Yeah, that's how I call him in my mind..
After I splashed my face I immediately felt better. I got back into my room, where
Duff was already waiting. I sat down on my bed and so did he a few seconds later.
"Now tell me, why was this your fault, bad boy?" He said and chuckled. He was
too damn cute. Before I could say anything, he hugged me. Why was he doing that.
This is definitely not good for me. No, no! Way to close. Not that I didn't enjoy it..
I just didn't know how my body would react to that closeness. I decided to just blur
out what I did, maybe he would let go then. "I was hitting on his girlfriend.."
Duff let immediately go. As I looked at him I could almost see a look of.. hurt on his face.
But why? "Oh.. that girl, huh?" He asked with a small voice. What the fuck was going
on with him? Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden?
"Yep... that girl. But when I think about it now.. she wasn't even that nice." I looked
around the room. This was awkward. "So.. you don't liker her or anything?"
the bassist asked. "No, don't think so.." I said. "Do you like anybody at the moment?
You know.. in a romantic way?" Duff looked at the floor. At first I wanted to ask
why he asked all those questions, but then I decided to just answer. "Yes.. I do"
My voice was so low,  you almost couldn't here it. But Duff did. "Oh..so, who is she?"
There was that sad look on his face again. And all of a sudden, it made click. No, that
wasn't possible. No, never! Not in a million years! There is no chance
Duff could like me back.. or is there? Never in my life before I was that nervous!
There is a 50% chance that Duff McKagan likes me. And that thought made me
almost burst out of happiness. But there was only one way of finding out.
Now or never! "The person I like is absolutely amazing. Beautiful blond hair, a wonderful
personality, just everything about this person is amazing. And the person
is very talented. The person I adore loves to play bass." I said with a grin on my face.
Duff looked at me, still sad. "So she likes to play bass, huh? That's cool. What's her name?"
He asked, still avoiding to look me in the eye. "You still don't get it, do you?" I chuckled.
"Duff, I am in love with you!" All of a sudden a wave of fear washed trough my body.
What if he didnt like me back and was sad for a whole different reason?
Oh fuck. Duff slowly lifted his head, looking directly at me. And the next thing
I can remember is a pair of soft lips pressed against mine. My heart did a leap
and I still don't know how I survived this. This was without a doubt the best kiss
in my whole fucking life. After some time we had to stop, so we could get air.
"Iz.. I love you" Duff said, and kissed me again. I grinned like an idiot at that point.
"I love you too, Duffy!" He smiled. "Duffy? This is what you're going to be
calling me now? Well, I guess that's ok as long as I can call you mine"
He smiled at me, and I could see a spark in his eyes. And at that moment everything
was unimportant. It didn't matter how the few fans we had would react. It didn't
matter what Axl was going to say. It didn't even matter if Axl was going to kick
me out of  the band. Because all that mattered was sitting in front of me right now,
smiling.
"But one question, duffy: How did you know I was in that bar?"
"Intuition, I guess!" He said laughing, and then kissed me again!