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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Sloan
I was kitted up in the usual black leather pants, my torso accompanying one of Slashes Metallica shirts, feet dressed in Nike and my jacket something cheap from a store a few miles away. Not that I expected any less, but the boys were on time for once and Duff and Slash carried a smirk like no other. They came prepared, apparently, completely sober with perhaps a joint in their socks. Steven was high - as usual - and Izzy was just Izzy, quiet and gloomy, whilst Axel came across drunk, high and hyper. I groaned and turned to face the two grinning idiots. "You didn't bother telling them to sober up?" I snarled.
"Didn't listen." Duff shrugged, lighting up a cigarette for himself and Slash. But before Slash had the chance to inhale the toxins, I grabbed onto it and began to smoke it on my own. He rolled his eyes, sifting through his pockets and pulled out another, igniting it and settling into the silence condoning us all. "When are we grabbing the car, then?"
"Soon. His light's still on." I mumbled, turning and facing the amber window to his apartment. Poor Mr Grey, he was always burdened with something bad. He was well into his fifties by now and upon his stomach laid a beer belly bigger than a baby bump.
Slash rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm along my shoulder and pulling me a little closer. He was shivering and I smiled slightly, he pretended to be so tough. "I'm cold." He whispered, leaning down to my ear. I looked over his clothes - or lack there of - and laughed. The man was wearing the same red booty shorts, no shirt, and his trusty leather jacket.
"Did you expect to be warm?" I questioned sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, smiling hazily.
"I didn't expect to have nipples as hard as metal, though." His teeth chattered and it dragged out the sentence comically.
I shook my head, chuckling quietly to myself before wrapping my arms around his neck and allowing him to cave into my warmth, holding tightly around my waist as he did so. His head rested in the crook of my neck as my fingers roamed through the mop of entrancingly coiled hair. "What a pussy." Axl joked, pointing at where Slash stood, no longer quivering. I rolled my eyes, flipping him off and turning my attention to Izzy who now stood beside us, smoking with a slouch in his posture.
"You good?" I asked, snapping his vision toward me. He nodded his head silently, not one for talking. "Anywhere you wanna head to? We're taking my neighbours car."
His brows raised as he exhaled. His voice was much deeper than Slashes. "Sure, let's stop off at my friends for a bit." I shrugged my shoulders, I'd be driving so he'd have to show me the directions, but I didn't mind. A little heat wound up upon my skin as Slashes soft lips caressed the collarbone secretly. I prodded his side and felt him smirk against my complexion, obviously enjoying my squirming. He dug his fingers into the sides of my waist, continuing to bite and kiss me, leaving a trail of dark marks upon the pale surface.
"You smell good." He mumbled, causing a gentle laugh to fall from my lips, fingers intertwining with his locks. "Taste good, too." He said quietly, reaching down and squeezing my ass with a confident smirk.
"Keep it PG, guys." Izzy joked, shaking his head. I swatted Slashes hands away and scowled, unable to stop the light blush coating my cheeks. I was not a blusher. And as a result I frowned harder, watching him roll his eyes and swoop down to place his lips upon mine, a gentle motion catching the attention of Duff who raised his brows in surprise. "Well, well, well." He smirked. "Takin' it public, huh?" Slash huffed, not bothering to turn around but placing his middle finger up above his head, nestling into the crook of my neck once again.
"Lights off, y'all." Steven mentioned, nodding toward the newly dark window with his head of fluffy blonde hair. I nodded my head, removing my hold on the idiotic boy before me and began to wander toward the cheap car. It was red and dust collected upon each and every window and door; it hadn't been used in months.
Izzy frowned. "How do we start it up?" He asked, scratching his head. I rolled my eyes, using a piece of metal to break the lock gently and swung open the rusty door. From there I took a seat in the drivers side and reached down, feeling for the wires, and brought out the pair of scissors from my jacket, cutting both wires and hot-wiring them back together. The engine roared to life and the boys began to grin deviously. "That was hot." Slash whispered in my ear, sending a small shiver down my spine as I grinned and rolled my eyes.
"Get in, assholes." I said, clambering myself further inside and swinging the door shut. Slash called shotgun and snatched the seat next to me, sticking his tongue out at Steven as he did so. I shook my head with a grin; so childish. And then I changed gear and we were off, speeding way over the speed limit with AC/DC blasting louder than it seemed the speakers could take.
"Pass me the Jack." Slash demanded, looking at Duff through the rear mirror and smirking heavily. He laughed silently, handing over the bottle within the brown paper bag, Slash taking the end to his lips and devouring a few gulps as he placed his free hand upon my thigh, rubbing circles a little too close for public eyes. I rolled my eyes and continued focusing on the road, pressing the gas down and jerking it up to 80MPH, startling the boys and earning worried glances. "Izzy where's your friends house?" I asked.
"From here?" He said, scratching his head with a shrug. "I don't fucking know, man. Where even are we?"
"Fuck me." I breathed, angrily turning the wheel and putting it in reverse, spinning the car around and speeding off down the road.
"Gladly." Slash responded, smirking and drinking away as I pinched the back of his hand.
"Fuck your friend, Iz." I stated bluntly. "We're going to visit someone I know."
