Slash, Guns N' Roses

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You were walking down town thinking about your favorite guitarist, Slash. You first met him when he, Duff and your cousin Steven created a band called Road Crew. A while later they joined the band Guns N' Roses. You've been with them since the very beginning, just because your mom wanted you out of the house. Therefore she sent you to live with Steven. Not that you cared much, you got to spend time with your favorite cousin and, of course, his friends.

You finally arrived at the big house you all lived in, loud music could be heard and there were drunk people everywhere. You went inside and pushed through the crowd of people to get upstairs. You quickly entered your room and locked the door. You changed into something else, a pair of shorts and a loose crop top. You tried to fix your hair a little as you listened to the loud music. When you were ready you went downstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink. On your way to the kitchen you ran into your best friend Duff, who was making out with some girl. You rolled your eyes and continued. Finally arrived at the kitchen you grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and hopped on the counter to observe the crowd. After drinking half of the booze you decided to go outside to get some fresh air, leaving the bottle behind. You stepped outside and looked around the big backyard, there weren't many people. Then you saw Slash laying on a bench. You walked up to him and poked him in his side. "The fuck?" He groaned as he sat up straight, letting you sit next to him. "Taking a nap already?" You chuckled as he yawned and stretched his back. "Well yeah, I was waiting for you but I fell asleep." He smiled and hugged you tightly, something he always did. "Why were you waiting for me? I mean, there are plenty of people in there who'd like to party with you." You asked. "That's the thing, I don't want to party right now." He said. You looked at him, kinda shocked by that sentence. "I never thought I'd hear you say that." You said. "I know, it sounds stupid. I just.. I haven't seen you in forever." He whined. "We had dinner together yesterday." You chuckled and he shrugged. "I know, oh I have something for you." He got up and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside, through the crowd and up the stairs. He pulled you into his room and locked the door, you gave him a questioning look. "So people won't bother us." He smiled and walked over to his bed. "What do you have for me?" You asked as you fell back on his bed. He smirked and sat down next to you, you sat up straight and looked at him. "(Y/N), you're one of my closest friends and since I couldn't find anything for your birthday I'll give you this." He opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a small box. "Are going to ask me to marry you?" You both chuckled and he shook his head. "No, you're my friend." He said with a smile. You could feel a bit of pain deep inside as he said that. He handed you the box and leaned back a little. You opened it and looked at the beautiful necklace, it was silver and had a small hanger with the initial of your name. "It's beautiful." You whispered softly, gently taking the necklace out of the box. "I'll help you." He said as he took the necklace from you and put it around your neck, when he was done you turned to him. "Thank you so much!" You smiled and hugged him, his curly hair tickled your face. After a little while you backed up a little to look at him, softly brushing his hair from his face. You were about to let go of him when he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. When he pulled away you just stared at him, unable to say a thing. "I'm sorry." He let go of you and looked away. "I know you and Duff like each other and I didn't want to ruin our friendship but I.." He stopped as you laid your hand on his. "Duff's like a brother to me, I could never be in a relationship with him." You said, seeing a spark of hope in his eyes. You smiled and hugged him again. "I love you, Saul." You whispered and felt him tightening his grip. "I love you too." He pulled back and kissed you again, more passionately this time.

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