Don't Ever Leave Me

Ten

Slash was pissed.

Apparently when I was playing Slash's guitar when I was high I totally destroyed his guitar because I broke the strings or whatever.

Anyway Slash wanted me to buy him new guitar strings, but that wasn't going to happen. I had zero dollars and zero cents. Ok maybe I had twenty bucks.

But still.

I agreed to buy him new strings, but that was a lie. So I dragged Stevie along and we walked into a music store.

There were guitars on the wall and bass guitars too. There were so drum sets around. It was a pretty big place. I never really went places like this but it didn't take long for me to spot the guitar strings.

There weren't that many people there though which would make it a little difficult to steal.

I had already asked Slash which ones he wanted but I needed some way to distract the workers so I could shove the strings down my shirt and leave.

I looked around for Stevie and of course he was marveling at all the expensive drums.

"Stevie," I called him over. He wasn't listening. I walked closer to him. "Steven." He still didn't turn around. So I slapped his butt.

"What the fuck?" Stevie nearly shouted. "Oh, it's just you," he said when he turned around and saw me smiling evilly at him.

"I need you to play an epic drum solo and distract everyone so I can get Slash's shit."

"I think I could manage that, but since you slapped my ass I get to slap your butt sometime without any warning."

"Deal. Now get drumming," I said and skipped away.

I waited for a minute to hear Stevie get started on his epic drum solo. I found the right strings again and pretended to be looking at it and deciding to buy them.

Then I heard Steven drumming. And I was blown away. What have I been missing? Why hadn't I heard this yet?

I realized I hadn't even got to stealing the guitar strings so I quickly glanced around and shoved the things down my shirt.

I watched Stevie drum for a minute, his hair bouncing and a smile on his face. I grinned at him and then casually walked out of the store.

I leaned against the outside of the store and waited for Stevie to finish and join me. I really wanted to go back in and watch him play drums but I couldn't because I didn't want to get caught.

I was gonna have to tell Stevie I liked him soon I didn't think I could keep doing this shit just being "friends". Fuck that. How could Stevie think I just wanted to be friends? I touched his butt for fuck's sake!

Finally Steven joined me.

"Did you get the strings?" He asked.

"Oh yeah. Man. Dude. You are really good at drumming. You gotta show me that shit when we get back to your place."

"Ok, Queenie. Whatever you want."

Stevie and I walked together talking and laughing and being idiots. We were grinning like fools and being completely obnoxious.

I was happy.

I barged into Slash's room once we got back. I chucked the strings at Slash's head.

"You're welcome, Slash," I faked smiled at him.

"Thanks, bitch," he smiled at me. "I'll be needing these for tomorrow."

"Gotta show?" I asked. If there was a show I was coming. I loved watching them perform and now that I knew them I didn't have to hop around trying to see them play. I got front row every time.

"Steven didn't tell you?" I shook my head, confused. "We start recording tomorrow!"

"Really? Dude that's awesome!"

"I know! I'm surprised Steven didn't already tell you."

"Didn't tell you what?" Steven said from behind me.

"That you guys finally getting in the studio!"

"Oh yeah I guess I was just distracted," Stevie lamely tried to make up an excuse. "Remember that time when I ditched you when you trying to play with those dogs?" Stevie asked me.

"Yeah I do."

"Well, you see I was lying to you about whatever excuse I said. Because I really just forgot that I had a meeting with a potential producer."

"Why'd you lie about that?" I asked. I didn't understand why he'd have to lie about that.

"I don't remember to be honest," he said.

"You're an ass," I said. "Ok now show me how to play drums like you." I shoved him out of Slash's room and followed him to his drum set.

"Sit," Stevie commanded.

"Ok, sir," I said sarcastically as I plopped down on his drum throne.

"It's really not hard if you've got rhythm," Stevie told me.

Turns out I did not have any rhythm. Stevie really tried his best. He was patient and everything, but I wasn't patient and I got really frustrated so Stevie made me go lay down on the floor and count to ten.

"Dude, just calm down. It's not the hardest instrument to play, but it is if you don't give yourself some time," Stevie tried to comfort me.

"Nope. I have zero fucking talent at doing anything," I was overreacting and I knew it but I couldn't stop myself.

"You've got to practice, Queenie. You're not just gonna be Roger Taylor over night."

"But I wanna just be good without trying," I complained. I rolled over so my face was on the disgusting carpet.

Stevie laughed at me. "Stop being so melodramatic."

"Fuck you," I replied. That was pretty much my way of saying "fine I give up you're right."

"Now go get us beers so we can celebrate," Stevie ordered.

"Celebrate what?"

"Guns getting in the studio finally."

"Oh shit yeah."

I walked to the kitchen and was surprised to find Axl there. I didn't see him often because he didn't really come here often I guess.

"Hey, Axl! Long time no see!" I greeted Axl.

"Hey. What's up, little slut?"

"Nothing much," I paused. Slut. Hm. "Why am I a slut?" I asked. I wasn't offended at all just curious.

"Izzy told me what you did," he laughed. "I won't tell, I promise."

"What exactly did I do to izzy?" I asked. I was worried because I really didn't remember what I did to Izzy because I've done things that I shouldn't have and I didn't want Stevie and the rest of the band to think of me as some evil slut.

"Izzy said you had sex with him and then stole $100 from him when he wasn't paying attention."

I made a face. That was one of my tricks. I did that a lot. "Oh shit man. Oh well I guess it could've been worse." I sighed.

"Anyway it's not all bad; Izzy told me that you were very good in bed," Axl slapped my ass and left.

I stood there for a moment with my mouth agape. Again, it really could've been worse.

A/N: HAPPY IZZY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IM SORTA BACK LMAO. GETTING BETTER AT THOSE UPDATES. ANYWAY. Please do not be afraid to comment and stuff cuz I love reading comments and replying to them cuz I don't have a life. Anyway enjoy!