An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Slash
We all stumbled along, drunk at the highest levels, down the dodgy side of town, belting out the lyrics to songs we hardly remembered. Duffs arm wrapped around my shoulder and mine around his waist, swaying together as smiles stretched upon our happy faces. "Come 'ere." I grinned, roughly grabbing Sloan by the arm and pulling her into my shirtless side, holding her close along her waist. I enjoyed being in contact with her. All was silent for a few moments before I looked forward, screaching with an awful and rough voice, "Step inside, walk this way. You and me, babe."
"Hey, hey!" Duff chanted, Sloan joining in with a loud laugh and snort. "Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on, livin' like a lover with a radar phone." He continued.
Axl stepped in, his voice ringing clean through the air. "Lookin' like a tramp, like a video tramp, demolition woman, can I be your man?" He sang, myself jokingly whispering the backup vocals.
Skipping the next few lines, myself, Duff and Steven shouted the lyrics at the top of our lungs, laughing heavily as we did so. "C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up, break the bubble, break it up." Then taking a deep breath; Axl, Sloan, Steven, Izzy, Duff and myself belted the chorus before falling into fits of giggles. "Pour some sugar on me!" And Axl broke off, "In the name of love!" He sang, amused.
"Poor some sugar on me!" We all yelled, unable to stop the achingly loud rumbles of happy laughter echoing throughout the streets as passerby's stared with irritation. However we simply didn't care, walking along in the road as cars honked angrily. The day was slowly coming to an end, countless hours spent in a bar drinking and talking and giggling at things of which didn't hold humour, walking for slightly over an hour and being completely lost without a care in the world didn't exactly help as darkness began to fall.
"Slash?" Sloan mumbled, prodding my side slightly. I looked down with a friendly smile, nodding my head. "I kinda need to get home at some point." She explained, a little awkwardly.
"Of course." I laughed, shaking my head. "I can walk you." I offered, detangling myself from Duff and mumbling in his ear what the plan was, watching as he nodded and assured me to stay safe with a wink. I flipped him off, laughing nonetheless whilst slapping his back, goodbye and wandering next to Sloan. She seemed to have sobered up, but I definitely hadn't.
She walked with her hands in her pockets, small feet padding along the floor. "Do you know where we are?" She asked, looking up at me.
"Not a fucking clue." I sighed, scratching the back of my curls as I attempted to find some form of familiarity within the blurred lights and distant screaming of the boys' singing. "Its this way, I think." I said, with no idea which direction I was pointing in, but still walking that way. She grabbed onto my arm, manovering me around a large pole with a little giggle.
"You don't know where I live." She reminded, shaking her head. "And I don't think it's too far, anyway."
"Right." I nodded, pulling out a cigarette and offering one of the sticks to her sober self. She shrugged her shoulders, taking one from the red and white pack, placing it between her lips as we walked in silence, the tearing of my lighter the only noise distinguishable. The burning end illuminated in the dark as I placed the ignighter back in my pocket, looking at Sloan with a devilish smirk. I stopped walking, causing her to also pause and look at me curiously. "Can I use it?" She asked, referring to the lighter, to which I shook my head, the ruffling curls bouncing as I did so. "Please?"
I leaned down - only a little, she was pretty damned tall for a girl - and pressed the end of my cigarette against hers, effectively sparking it up with a confident grin and wink. She rolled her eyes, removing the stick and exhaling before we continued to walk, the sun slowly making its way beneath the horizon. "So," she began, facing forward as she smoked with a cloudy breath. "How long have you biked for?" She asked.
Shrugging my shoulders, I answered vaguely. "A while. Nothing serious, just a bit of fun." She nodded her head. "Why?"
"Your hands are really rough." She explained. "It sorta makes sense, now. And, of course, you play the guitar."
"Yeah." I responded, the bitter scratch of the toxins having practically no effect on my throat. "How about you? Any talents I wouldn't expect?" I asked, little smirk playing on my lips.
"Not really." She said. "I'm boring, man. The most I can do is finish a pint of beer in three seconds. But even that isn't a talent. It's just signs of an alcoholic." She grunted. I rolled my eyes, pushing the hair from my face tiredly.
"I think it's pretty cool." I shrugged.
She remained silent, a small hop in her step. "What are you addicted to?" She asked, quietly.
I raised an eyebrow, that went sort of deep pretty damn fast. "Um," I stuttered. Was I addicted to anything? I mean, I knew I consumed a lot of cigarettes and went through a few bottles of whisky a day or so, but I was very much aware of what I was doing. "Smoking and J.D, I guess." I admitted, unsurely, deciding to leave out the injection and dope mentioning. She nodded her head, almost as though there wasn't another answer she expected to fall from my lips. I felt myself sober up a little more as we walked further in silence. "How about you?" I questioned after a few moments of quiet.
"Nothing, really." She said. "I don't get attached to things."
"Why not?"
She looked up, "Why should I?"
"Must get awful lonely, sweetheart." I assumed, watching as she shrugged and continued to stare at the floor once again, dragging her feet this time. I looked up, taking in the surroundings; I hadn't a fucking clue where we were. "You know where we are?" I asked. She nodded, pointing over at a set of apartments. They seemed pretty big, but also extremely run down.
Suddenly, the lack of sleep began to catch up on my and the drowsiness took over. "Mind if I crash?" I said as we entered through the unlocked front door.
"Sure, you can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep down here." She mumbled, wandering off into the kitchen and coming back with two glasses of water. I thanked her, gulping it down swiftly; throat aching from belting lyrics in the streets. This house felt so... empty, I wondered how a young girl could live all alone with no friends or family to keep her company.
