Infatuated With You (Guns N' Roses - Duff McKagan)

Chapter Thirty Three

That day had passed incredibly fast, instead of just a quiet drink as I had been planning, it turned into a huge booze-filled night. Before we got too raunchy, we had all made it back home and somehow also brought home more alcohol than we could carry. It was a great night, the morning after was a different story. Considering that afternoon we were all on a flight back from Brisbane, back to Los Angeles. If our hangovers weren't bad enough, what made the entire time worse was that Duff was in a mood. He seemed so mad at everyone, especially at me. I honestly had no idea why either! I had tried talking to him, even with a huge migraine, but he didn't want a bar of it. It hurt to see him so mad at me, I really didn't know what to do to defuse the situation. I mean, I couldn't remember doing anything that might have pissed him off! Maybe it was something that I didn't do? But considering he wouldn't talk to me, I had no idea what the hell had crawled up his arse and died.

So when we finally got back into Los Angeles? I made a point of staying away from Duff. I didn't speak a word to him, nor did I even take a moment to glance into his general direction. If he didn't want to talk to me, than fine. Easy fix, I wouldn't even pay him any attention whatsoever. Bet that was a killer. Sighing as I walked up the stairs of the huge house, this place that I was already starting to call my home. I loved it here, despite how much I really did miss my own country.

"Shelia, I really think you and me need to have a talk." Alison notes from the bottom of the stairs.

Stopping mid-step, I gazed back down to Alison. Duff just happened to be right behind her and my eyes managed to connect with his for a split second. He still had that foul moody look on his face, which made me roll my eyes. He needed to get over himself, god knows what the hell his issue was.

"I don't think we do." I shrug.

"Well you two definitely need to." She mumbled, sending a glare to Duff as he pushed pass her and began to head up the stairs.

I didn't answer, instead I turned back around and continued walking up the rest of the steps. I then quickly made my way down the corridor and stopped in front of the door to my room. I hesitated at first to open my door, I was on the train of thought of spinning around and telling Duff off. It really did bother me for how he was acting. I was very close to say something when I instead bit my tongue and opened up my bedroom door. Turning on the bedroom light just as I slammed it shut, I walked directly into the bathroom and began to run the shower.

I wasn't even sure what I would say to Duff, even if I did turn around and face him back outside my bedroom door. Were we still a couple? By him acting the way he was, did he no longer want to be with me? Gosh it had to be some sort of record, he hasn't broken down and stopped being cranky since Brisbane. I hated not understanding what was going on.

As the water warmed up, I slipped out of my dirty clothes and hopped in and underneath the shower head. It was a relief to shower, the drops of the water pelted against the top of my head and my face when I closed my eyes and faced the shower head. It felt like I was getting a facial massage, it was so nice. For a moment I had actually forgotten all about Duff, the shower was too pleasurable to even have a thought about him. Couldn't say the same thing for when I had gotten out of the shower and taken myself to bed.

It felt like hours that I had been tossing and turning, unable to allow myself to drift into a decent slumber. All I could think about was Duff. He was the only thought on my mind that I couldn't seem to shake out. How and why he was mad at me, that he refused to talk to me. It was so frustrating. Over an over I rolled, onto my right side, left side, back, stomach, there was nothing I could do to make myself fall asleep. I tried counting sheep, well that did not work at all. I tried to recite Bohemian Rhapsody backwards, well that was too hard to even think about. So I eventually gave up and decided I would go down stairs for a drink, that might at least help me.