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
It wasn't John who'd angered me to the point of snapping randomly, but it seemed all my aggression was taken out on him as we lay in my bed, naked, with hardly a thin blanket separating us. I was infuriated with Slash - with Duff, too - and it was all too much for my containment. "Will you take a fucking shower?" I'd asked rudely. "You stink." He did, his body radiated with B.O and quite frankly, it stunk out my room. But there was no need for it to exit my mouth in such a blunt and abrupt way. He kind of blushed awkwardly and fumbled with his hands, staying still for a while before nervously making his way over to the bathroom.
Whilst I heard the water running, I decided it was a good idea to smoke a joint or two and guzzle half a gallon of vodka, the tangy taste warming my itchy throat. Seeing as I hadn't eaten anything that day, the dope and drink went straight to my head and I became a sort of angry and violent mess. From all the way in the kitchen, the phone echoed loud as ever, ringing throughout the stairs and short hallway that I wouldn't even consider a hallway, straight into the open door of my room. I cursed irritatedly, standing begrudgingly and throwing on some sort of robe, making my way down to the irritating machine. "What?" I answered, breathing in the dope.
"Sloan!" Steven exclaimed from the other end of the line. He was such a happy soul and I could just picture the animated smile stretched out upon his lips and it tilted the corner of mine upward slightly. "It's so fucking nice to hear your voice." He admitted, warmly.
I smiled a little wider. "Hi, Stevie." My voice was more on the quiet side, but he didn't seem to mind. "Why're you calling?" I didn't recall handing them my number.
"Oh, yeah!" He said as though he'd forgotten. "We wanna go to London." He said.
"Okay..."
"Would you like to come with us?" He asked, sweetly. Then the slight shuffling was heard before Duffs angelic voice ran through the speaker.
He spoke with such sincerity I felt guilt well inside me. "Sloanie, I'm so sorry." He said. "It wasn't your fault and it was wrong of me to blame you-"
"Whatever, Duff." I said, rolling my eyes. "We're cool, leave it be."
"Really?" He asked with hope swimming in his tone.
"Of course." I said. "Now back to whatever the fuck Steven was saying... London? That'll be so expensive, man. You don't have that kind of dough lying around."
"We do, too." Steven protested, taking back the phone. "And if me and Duff can't convince you, Slash has something to say-" But I hung up before I had the chance to hear his voice. It was one thing to invite me to London - most probably just for a bit of fun - but to attempt to make myself and Slash get cozy again? That was too much for a two minute phone call.
