Since I Don't Have You (Guns N' Roses - Duff McKagan)

Chapter Five

Yesterday was when Duff had asked me out, apparently he was going to take me out to dinner. Not to a fancy restaurant, but to a pub. I didn't mind that, I felt more comfortable going to a pub. I was kind of ecstatic that we were going out on a date, but at the same time I was dreading it, only because of the anxiety of the potential 'what ifs'. My head today? It was okay, but I had been getting constant headaches. Which surely had something to do with yesterday's splatter on the concrete pavement. I knew I wasn't dehydrated, I was peeing like a race horse. So since I was on break, I was laying on a roller board with an icepack against my head. Bobby told me that was what I needed to do, especially with the size of an egg on the back of my skull.

"I know you're a mechanic and all, but aren't you meant to have a break off of the equipment like every other normal person?" A voice caught me off guard as I laid there.

Looking up and over to the person who spoke, my eyes landed on the curly haired guitarist. He had a charming smile across his handsome face.

"It's the best next thing to a bed or a lounge, so I'm using it." I sighed.

"Why have you got a cold pack under your head?" He walked over and sat down on the chair just beside me.

"I have a huge lump on the back of my head and it is a bit sore. I got knocked on my head yesterday after work." I briefly explained before closing my eyes. "And since then, I've had a big arse lump and constant headaches."

"How did you do it?" Slash rummaged around, it sounded like he had picked up a magazine and began to flick through it.

"I got knocked on my arse and head by Harley." I sighed. "Apparently I was in and out of consciousness for a few minutes."

"Shit Shell, you know that isn't a good thing right?" Slash slammed the magazine back down on the table.

"Of course I do, I can also tell you it doesn't feel great either. So I don't recommend doing it." I opened my eyes for a moment to look up at Slash.

"So if Harley did it, that means Duff was there. How'd that go, with you two alone?" Slash curiously asked.

"It was alright, I supposedly scared him when I wasn't responsive." I closed my eyes yet again, this time I imagined Slash's expression.

"You would have scared me too!" Slash exclaimed.

"When I was awake, he took me to sit down and went and got me some pain killers. And we talked for a while." I scratch my forehead.

"Oh yeah? About what?" Slash continued to press for more information. I don't think he was jealous, I think he was just protective and wanted to make sure he didn't do anything bad.

"Our history, my head and Harley." I summed it up by counting on three fingers. "He also did something that surprised me." I thought I'd add.

"Yeah?" Replies Slash.

Opening my eyes before I spoke, I gazed into Slash's direction. He was holding onto a screw driver that we used to detect power with; when there was power, it would light up. Slash was poking and prodding at it, as he could see the small bulb, so he was trying to turn it on.

"He asked me out."

Slash's attention left the screw driver and he gazed down at me, with an expression I couldn't quite determine. "He did what?"

"He asked me out." I repeat.

"Fuck me, he actually did it." Slash looked surprised. "Didn't think he would have the balls." Slash let out half a chuckle. "And what did you say?"

"I agreed." Was my answer. "I'm sorry Slash." I apologised, knowing that he was head over heels for me, so it couldn't have been easy for him to hear that.