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

Chapter Eighteen

One thing I could say about the little mishap between Izzy and I, was that the sex was so fucking impeccable. I couldn't deny it, it was bloody amazing and the connection that was there between Izzy and I, it came to a surprise. So I was pretty damn happy afterwards and so was Izzy, we both had shared our 'happy ending' and it appeared to be something we both needed more than what we thought. After our dirty little root, Izzy and I cuddled for a bit, for Izzy's sake and obviously got dressed and acted liked it never happened. The only time we spoke about it was after we were dressed. Izzy had gave me a hug and kissed my forehead then thanked me again and told me how amazing it was. After that? Zilch.

We literally pretended like it never happened and somehow we didn't feel weird about it. Izzy did as he promised, he treated me just like he always did. We talked, he flirted a little (like he always did) and then we spent the rest of the day and night, watching the movies on TV. After a certain point we fell asleep beside each other on the lounge and woke up to the apartment door opening with a strong swing, causing it to bash into the wall with a big bang. It turned out to be my brothers with a few lagging guests, who would have led the way to my apartment.

"Hey, you all want to go down to Devil Gate Drive? Well, come on!" Axl sung out, clearly blind drunk.

"Welcome to 'The Dive'!" Mick swung his arms around Axl's shoulders, seeming to have a fantastic time.

"Well, at the age of five they can do their jive, down in Devil Gate Drive!" Slash sung out, having the time of his life as he clapped his hands together.

"Do you guys have any idea how fucking late it is?" Izzy snapped, getting off of the lounge and approaching the very drunk men. "The least you could do is take the party back to yours, Axl."

Watching as they all finally walked in through the doorway, my eyes landed on the peroxide blonde who was struggling to walk as he tried to light up his cigarette. Running into the doorway, he gazed up from trying to light up his cigarette and smirked once it was lit up. He was clearly off his head, judging by the way he looked and how red his eyes were.

"Aye Izz, you been fighting someone?" Slash wrapped his arms around Izzy.

"And at the age of six they're gonna get their kicks, down in Devil Gate Drive!" James tripped over his own two feet and dropped to the floor.

Izzy's eyes shot back to me and he looked quite frustrated. "Shell, they are all fucked up." Izzy groaned.

"Shell? The fuck, this isn't my apartment." Duff inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and blew it out as he shut the apartment door behind him.

"Dude, put that out!" Izzy stomped over to Duff and snatched the cigarette from between his lips. "Have a little respect!" Izzy stomped over to the kitchen sink and chucked it in and ran water over it.

What was I doing this entire time? I was watching the seven men, minus Izzy. James was still on the floor, clearly he had passed out. Axl and Mick had dropped down onto the floor in a fit of giggles. Slash, Dan and Xander were searching through my fridge and again, that left Duff.

He was in the middle of tugging out another cigarette while trying not to trip over James in the meantime.

"Alright! ENOUGH!" Izzy roared, the angry father in him unleashing.

"Relax, Izz. Don't need to go all Daddy on us." Slash chuckled, pulling out the roll of devon.

"No, fuck you! It's late! And fuck sake Duff, put that fag away before I drop you." Izzy yelled angrily.

Duff listening this time, rolled his eyes before he put the packet of cigarettes back into his pocket. His light brown eyes then trailed around the room and finally landed on me who was still sitting on the lounge, watching everything unfold.