A few days later...
***DARCIE***
We decided to take some of the guys from Guns n Roses on the plane with us. Tommy wanted to invite the whole band on the plane but management was only allowing two. I wonder if I'll see that blon-
"I wanna be reborn as Farah Fawcett" I drunkly blurt out. "I wanna be reborn as Mick Jagger...plus you're already like Farah Fawcett" Nikki says as he brushes his lips against mine, I sneak a kiss, we laugh as he chops up a fresh line on one of my compacts mirrors. He puts it under my nose, I snort. mhm. The guys come onto the plane, a fluffy haired dude, and a ginger, you know I never had many good experiences with gingers to be honest but I'm not gonna hold any grudges, but I will say this has to be the best looking ginger I've seen in a while. His hair straight, bandanna tied around his forehead, bracelets dangling on his wrist...yep this guy is gonna be hot shit one day. Back in high school nobody really liked gingers, they were either jerks or pure laughing stocks...I guess thats gonna change.
"what sup man" Nikki smiles, as they sat down with us. "here have a bump" Nikki said handing them the mirror. "hey you guys got any needles?" Slash asked, I ignored. I had knew that Nikki dabbled into heroin, but I wasn't around enough to really know... Nikki hoped off the plane seat, Slash following."I'll be back babe" he gave my shoulder a pat. Leaving me alone with the ginger, I held out my pack of reds "you smoke right kid?" I smirk, he grabs a cigarette from the pack, I take one for myself.
"I've seen you..." he squints. "several occasions".
"is that so? let me guess all on the silver screen?" I scoff
"yes...your also that girl that Izzy always talks non stop about..." my head quickly shot up, was he talking about-
"I don't think you know what you're talking about man" I brush off, I shot him a glare, his foot up on the seat, couldn't give a care in the world, huh this guys got some moves, I sit up..."unless you-"
"Jeffery Dean Isabell" he said, my eyes widened...wait so if he knew Isabell..."hold up...are you Willam Axl Rose?" I exclaimed
"more like are you Darcellyn Lee, like THE Darcellyn Lee?" he exclaimed, I didn't know the emphasis or meaning of 'THE' but "you fucking bet." I said as we laughed and shook hands. "How do you know Isabell?" I cocked my head, "known him since high school, he's in the band"
WHAT.
"no shit! he's here?!", he let out a laugh "hell yeah man he's on the bus with all the other guys but yeah!"
"shit man" I smile, I see Tommy walk to the back for a drink. "yo Tom, grab a bottle for this cool ginger!"
Jeffery Dean Isabell...god damn. Remember when I said I was no stranger to have songs be written about me? That's where Izzy comes in, probably the closest thing to high school romance I ever experienced...but we'll get back to that.
