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
Sloan was so jittery her nervousness radiated over toward me as I sat patiently upon the bed of my own cell. She was positioned against the wall with her eyes closed, as though she were a little scared and disappointed. The band definitely didn't have the money to bail me - perhaps Sloan, but not myself - and so I began to nibble at the black nail polish upon my fingers. There was no fucking way I'd be going to Jail with black nail polish on. She'd already taken her call and I simply didn't bother to take my own opportunity; there was no one I could call. She said she'd let Axl know what was going on and where we were and apparently he'd promised to gather all their leftover money and bail her. But he said it'd be impossible for them to raise two thousand dollars in forty eight hours. Which was completely reasonable, I wouldn't even try if the shoe was on the other foot and Axl'd got himself arrested with a two grand bail.
"Would you calm down?" I mumbled, skin a little clammy. I could already feel the withdrawal of my smack kicking in. She glared at me through her shades but said nothing and only tapped her fingers and bounced her leg in an irritatingly noisy motion. "What is your problem?" I whispered, cautious to startle the guard. She rolled her eyes and spoke bitterly.
"Fuck off, Slash." She said. "I don't wanna talk to you."
"Why not?" I frowned.
"Cause you're a fucking wreck." She growled. "You can't go a day without your fucking drugs and soon you're gonna he more hung over than I don't know fucking what."
"And so that gives you a speech impediment?" I wasn't even drunk anymore. Only tipsy. "Real fucking classy, McCain." I scoffed.
"Oh, what do you know about class?" Her voice held so much accusation I practically winced. "You couldn't be a gentleman if you tried."
"Fuck off, man." I grunted. I didn't need this. "You're not exactly the kindest your damned self."
"Better than you."
"Stop being childish." I rolled my eyes.
"Stop being childish." She mimicked with a high pitched voice.
I rolled my eyes, standing. She did the same. "Stop that." I ordered.
"Stop that." She repeated.
I flicked up my forefinger and middle finger, pulling a weird face. She mirrored it all and I smiled. "Stop!" I was amused now.
"Stop!"
"I love you." I sang.
"I love you." She continued, immediately flying her skinny hand to her mouth as it gaped in shock. I let out a tumble of laughter, smirking and grinning with a wink.
