𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - guns n' roses [REPUBLISHED]

𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙣

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" 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? "

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

Slash couldn't understand his feelings for the redhead. Sex with him was like nothing he'd ever imagined.

But it pissed him off to no end that he couldn't understand his emotions or feelings. Axl was awesome, beautiful, too good for this world.

But something was fucking with his heart and his brain. He couldn't decipher it and it made him question why he couldn't stop being a soldier on both sides of the constant war he was fighting within himself.

There was a loud bang. And then another.

And now, because Slash was wide awake at this point, he sat up and looked around, as much as he could with blurry eyes, for Axl but the redhead was nowhere in sight.

He groaned involuntarily at the yelling, knowing that it was all somehow linked back to Axl, and got out of bed, pulling on some boxers and some basketball shorts that hung low on his hips.

He then left the room, running a hand through his untamed curls.

Rubbing his eyes again, his vision slowly crept back to clear. Izzy and Steven were fussing in the middle of their small kitchen.

"I know what you're doing! We all know what you're doing and it needs to stop, Iz!" Steven yelled, aggravated.

Izzy spat back, "It's not like you fucking care anyway! And even if I do what I do, you're still fuckin' yourself up as much as I am, Stevie, so you ain't got no room to judge!" He glared.

Slash's eyebrows nearly reached his hairline as Steven balled up his small fists. "Fuck you."

Steven was half the size of Izzy, but he could tear the man up if he got riled up enough.

Just as Steven was about to lunge for the man, Duff stopped him. "Cut it out!!" He yelled.

The noise, as well as the atmosphere, dropped real quick.