A/N I went to see Guns N' Roses in Ireland and I took this cool photo. If anyone wants me to send them videos from it just message me :) But it was my first rock concert....I died. It was the best night of my life. I got caught in a mosh pit and some guy that I didn't know had to pull me out, I almost got set on fire by some kid with a firework that he snuck in his pants, some drunk guy told me about his dream to wear leather pants when he's 70 and another guy who was strung out on speed told me to ask Slash to sing Living On a Prayer for him, yes logic I know . It was amazing, 10/10 would recommend. Anyway onto the story.
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After we got home it was almost 4 and the guys started practising and I went to my room to do some homework.
I never got to ask Axl about why he was annoyed earlier, he kind of stormed off after he got out of the car. I don't know, maybe I've done something to bug him. He's never like that towards me. In a way I'm kind of upset, but I take things to personally so I try to forget about it.
Its 8 o' clock now. Ive spent the majority of the evening just doing home work, drawing and listening to music. Right now I'm drawing a picture of two cherries that I want to get tattooed on my hip.
There's a knock on my bedroom door.
"Who is it?" I said closing my sketch book. I don't know why I do that, safety I guess incase whoever it is barges in. My drawings are private.
"Axl." The person from behind the door calls.
"What do you want?" I call.
"Can I come in?" He said.
"If you have to." I said blatantly. With that he opens the door.
"What's wrong with you?" He said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Nothing. What is it?" I said bringing my knees too my chest and hugging them.
"The guys and I are heading to get ice cream if you want to come." He said tracing what seems to be his name over my feet with a guitar pick.
"No I'm okay here." I said.
"Yes and you'll be okay at Dairy Queen also." He said looking up at me, confused.
"No I feel sick." I said. This isn't a complete lie, I don't feel energetic like I usually do.
"Will I bring you back chicken soup? Or will I stay with you and the guys can bring it back for you. " He said concerned.
"Axl I'll be fine." I said smiling at how much he genuinely cares.
"No I'll stay." He said hopping into my bed and pulling the duvet over both of us. Shit why does he have to be like this now I feel bad.
"Want to watch TV?" He said, I nodded.
He grabbed the remote from beside him and turned on the TV. It's only a small TV. I got it for my 16th birthday, I had to pay for half of it.
He switched the channel to MTV, Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Samborra were being interviewed. I sat there admiring Jons face. Soon I had forgotten that I was annoyed at Axl.
I don't remember falling asleep but I wake up during the night. I turn on my lamp and check my clock. 3.00am. I look to my side and Axls not there. Probably gone down to Sunset Strip.
I get up to go get a drink when I trip over something big and heavy.
"What the fuck?" I said lying on top of this object.
