The Token - A Guns N' Roses FanFic

Chapter 6: Bars are Fun

It had been a month.
A month of masquerading as Duff.
A month of some of the best gigs I've ever had.
A month of packed bars.
A month of lying to my band.
A month of wearing the stupid itchy wig.
A month since Izzy and I shared a bed.

We didn't have sex, but I still woke up in his arms, his scent lingering in my nose. Are legs were tangle under my legs, and there was no way I would be able to untangle them without waking him up. My heart fluttered when he subconsciously pulled me in closer when I tried to leave, mumbling sweet nothings in my ear.

That moment was quickly broken by Axl pounding on the door, resulting in me having to throw myself onto the ground and cover myself in blankets, pretending that I was asleep.

Since that moment that happened over a month ago, nothing absolutely nothing has happened. We never talked about it, and I was too scared to bring it up. Hell, we have barely even spoken in person since the event, but that didn't stop my mind from creating fake scenarios in my head in order to drive me crazy.

Maybe I offended him by jumping off the bed to avoid Axl finding us?
Maybe I wasn't as pretty as the girls he usually 'does it' with?
He was drunk, did he regret it?
Maybe he heard the rumors that Pyxie had spread about me?

Every day, my brain would wake up and create some sort of fake scenario in my head that would never come true. Sadly, it had become apart of my morning routine, it would happen right after I put my wig on while I was doing my makeup.

Part of me hoped he would come and visit me at work. I imagine that he would ask me to take a break from work, and we would discuss what the hell happened over coffee.

"Michelle?!?" I was pulled from writing when I heard Walter and Macy screaming my name in unison. I had spent most of my time after work trying to figure out part a song I was working on.

What the fuck did they want?
Why the hell were they yelling so loud?

I tossed aside my pen and paper and placed my guitar on my bed. Was coming to my door and just knocking on it too much to ask?

I slowly walked out of my room, and down the hall to the living room where I was met with a incredibly pissed of Walter and Macy. What the hell was their problem?

"Sit," once I sat down on the couch I immediately knew what they were doing.

An intervention, they were having an intervention. It was clear as day as I sat cornered on the couch with no way to escape. This was going to be bullshit.

I stared at them as they sat down passing glances at the other looking as if they were deciding which one of them should break the silence.

Before either of them could, I decided to take control, "Is this some kind of bullshit intervention?"

I was met with more dead silence.

"Okay, cool. So are we just going to sit in silence orrr?" I stared Macy down as I spoke. I had plans tonight, I was going to go to a bar and then an after party with my band. I had no time to be sitting around doing absolutely nothing. My roommates were not going to keep me hostage tonight.

"We need to talk," Macy's voice was hesitant as she spoke.

"Okay then, let's fucking talk," I shot back leaning forward.

"We are worried about you," Macy said with a delicate tone. I quickly adverted my eyes from her and looked over at Walter who remained silent. He seemed pissed. Was this supposed to be some good cop and bad cop interrogation?

"Worried about what? That I'm doing drugs? Cause I'm clean!" I quickly shot back.

"No we aren't worried about you doing drugs," Walter shot back.