Nice Boys Don't Read Fanfiction(Izzal)

Nice Boys Don't Read Fanfiction

Author Note: The idea of "Izzy's internet addiction" came from the chat with sgSixx. We were like "Does the band know our fantasy? Maybe Izzy does since he's addicted to the internet lol"

I only shared this fic with her and ynadinah.  ynadinah encouraged me to post it here. Also, she proofread it.

I'm not a native English speaker as I always mention, you will find the mistakes. I'll appreciate any indications. Actually, I really, really want to know them!!!

Thank you, sgSixx and ynadinah. You guys mean so much to me.

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Axl hears a sound of Izzy's car. He takes a glance at outside through the huge window with a white window frame. He will soon see Izzy, in a wrinkled green tartan checkered pattern shirt, from Ojai where his house is. It's been five days since they last spent time together. They do back and forth between Malibu and Ojai.

When Izzy comes in the living room with two guitars, handling Mr. Blue - Axl's french bulldog- frisking about his legs, Axl is too busy watching news on NBC or CNN or ABC or... Honestly, Axl changes the channel randomly and he doesn't pay attention to which broadcasting station he's watching. He's seriously busy right now. He doesn't have time to have a chat with Izzy, the biggest idiot in the world, at least he understands him so.

"You didn't text me back." Izzy says plainly after he places his guitars on the floor.

Axl just scoffs at him, asking about Izzy's dog, his eyes focusing on TV. "Where is he?"

"He's playing in the yard. Should I call it a garden?"

Axl again ignores Izzy who is now fully enjoying mocking around him, his eyes keep refusing to look at Izzy, but he stops him as he opens his guitar case. "Don't play guitar. I'm watching TV."

"I don't." Izzy chuckles and asks Beta, who's just come to the living room, to bring a cup of Camomile tea.

"Isn't the housekeeper here today? Don't tell me you fired her."

"No, I didn't. She's had a flu." Axl turns up the volume.

"Hey, watching news doesn't make this country better."

"I just came back from the tour. I didn't have much time to catch up the news!"

Izzy annoyingly replies. "You complained about the president here and there during the tour, and practically, it finished last year. Turn down, man."

Axl has a legitimate reason to turn up the volume. Izzy's watching for a chance to poke fun at him. See? He's giggling. Who said that he's the moderestest and coolest guy of the original five?

"You didn't text me back." Izzy says again, takes the remote control that is left on the sofa and lowers the volume, then he tosses it on the sofa.

Axl does remember the message which he didn't reply to, but even now he's not going to discuss it.

Izzy seems to assume Axl's response. He sits down next to him on the sofa, looking for something in the guitar case. He spreads several paper documents on the coffee table when Beta is back with his camomile tea.

"Take a look." The grin on his mouth still lingers there.

Beta also gets interested in the documents, but Axl immediately interrupts them. "You can't let Beta read them. It's a sexual harassment!" Fortunately, the documents still stay on the table, yet his panicked reaction brings a titter from his boyfriend.

"I said that to you, Axe. You know what they are. Stop pretending as if you didn't know." The stupid grin transforms into a triumph grin, with only the left side of his lips elevated.