This I Love

Chapter Twenty One; Axl and the Show

*And while I'm updating and adding author's notes, thanks to WAxlRose for being the first person to favourite chp 19 :) you're a doll <3*

 I felt like a little doll, dressed up in a tight green dress with a leather jacket, bleached hair curled and teased to heights I couldn't comprehend, bright red lipstick making my lips feel kind of sticky. After the Axl and Erin thing, Slash decided he would help cheer me up by inviting Adrianna and Pamela over early so we could do "girl things" as we got ready for the Troubador. I still had no idea what was so special about it but I followed behind the girls as we left the bathroom to join the guys downstairs and head out. "Get off your butt so we can go!" Pamela ordered jokingly, giving a shove to the back of Duff's head.

"Hey, I don't want to hear anything from the chicks that just spent an hour in the freaking bathroom," Slash scoffed.

"It was your idea!" Adrianna argued. "Now where the Hell are the other three?"

Slash shrugged. "Ayatollah's locked himself in his room with Stradlin," Duff informed. "Probably conspiring to kill us in our sleep. And Steven's outside waiting for you three."

"We're not that slow," Pamela laughed. She dragged Duff off the couch before Slash managed to uproot himself from the cushions. Adrianna followed them outside, calling for Steven, leaving me as the only person left to tell Izzy and Axl were were leaving. Sighing, I marched upstairs and tried to shrug off feeling like an overdressed poodle as I knocked on Axl's door. I didn't really want to since I wasn't really in a mood to see Axl but he'd probably be pissed if nobody told him we were leaving.

The voices fell relatively quiet if you cut out Izzy's muffled giggles. "Who is it?" questioned Axl.

"Scar. We're leaving?" I waited for the door to open up which rewarded me with a laughing Izzy and tight lipped Axl. "Are we going to go now-"

"You look really nice," interrupted Axl.

My eyebrows knitted themselves together and I mentally thanked the girls for the makeup job that might've helped hide the red my cheeks were getting. "Adrianna and Pamela's handiwork," I shrugged in an attempt to stay nonchalant. "Anyway, are we going?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we are." Axl glanced over his shoulder as he brushed some of his bangs to the side. "Uh, Izzy, go downstairs, would you?"

Izzy snorted like someone had told him the world's greatest joke and then sworn him to secrecy. "Yeah whatever," he chuckled, wiggling past me. "Byyye, Scarlette."

"Um, bye?" I mumbled, stepping out of his way. Axl stepped out into the upstairs hallway to padlock his door and I noticed he was wearing the black shirt he'd let me borrow earlier with black spandex and matching cowboy boots. With his slender frame and the contrast between his copper hair and pale skin to his dark attire, it looked really good. "Black's a good colour on you," I said without thinking. Axl gave me a sideways glance and I shifted. Just because I was annoyed with him didn't mean I couldn't give him a compliment, right? "You look like Randy Rhodes or something."

Axl chuckled and I thought I caught a hint of pink in his face. "Yeah, but I'm not that great at guitar," he pointed out. "I was um, wondering. Do you wanna ride with me?"