Guns N' Roses One Shots

band on the run

lily

summary:
after seeing them on t.v. for so long, you finally meet guns n' roses- but maybe not in the way you'd expect.

word count:
1093

band on the run-paul mccartney & wings

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Shuffling though my bag, I groaned when I couldn't find my cash. "Damn it! Come on!" I muttered to myself, getting a few weird looks from people passing by. As I walked down Sunset Boulevard from my job at nearly 3 A.M., I planned on getting something for dinner but if I couldn't get my money, I'd be skipping yet another meal tonight. Working late hours was always a hard job, so of course my manger assigned me the task.

Finally walking up the steps of my small apartment, I jiggled open the door. I tossed my bag down onto the couch and kicked off my shoes, switching on the T.V. Thankfully, MTV was screening a music video right now for Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses, easily one of my favorite bands. The shitty television crackled with static, the quality was damn near dirt. Mumbling along to the words, I tried to make out the shapes in the screen. As each member flashed across the screen, I bit my lip. They were some of the hottest guys I'd ever seen, even through the horribly pixelated scenes.

Finally relaxing into the couch and letting myself drift off, my peaceful daze was interrupted by intense pounding against the front door. I was fully convinced I was getting robbed, so I grabbed the pocket knife my dad had given me and tucked it into my back pocket. The chain lock on the door restricted it from opening all the way, thankfully.

I cracked it open, peeking through the small gap. "Hi, can we please come in? Like.. now? Please?" The guy spoke quickly and rushed, constantly glancing back behind him. My jaw dropped and eyes widened. I must've been sleep deprived. This wasn't real. This wasn't Steven Adler. It couldn't be.

"Please? It's kind of an emergency." he begged again. "Y-Yeah? Yeah. Come in." I unhooked the chain and creaked open the door, the boys bolting in. "Uh.. hi?" I stuttered, shuttling the door. "Thanks for letting us in. The police were after us 'cause we 'disturbed the public with indecency and destruction', but I don't buy it." Slash shrugged, putting quotes on the words.

"Oh.. okay, " I nodded awkwardly, "Well, uh- I'm Lily. Welcome t-to my house, I guess." "Yeah, thanks. I'm Slash." he smirked seeing how flustered I was. "I'm Steven, nice to meet you." the blond smiled brightly. "I'm Duff... McKagan." he nodded over to me. "Izzy." the guitarist stated simply. "Axl. Rose." Fuck, they're so much hotter than my stupid T.V. could ever show.

I swallowed hard, offering for the boys to sit on the couch. "Yeah.. hi. So, uh, what's up? I guess?" God, I was embarrassing myself more and more by the passing seconds. "Nothin' much, babes, how 'bout you?" Steven asked. "Uh, j-just.. hangin' out." The boys all chuckled at my behavior, taking note of how this must not happen often. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be back." I stated, scurrying off to the restroom. I splashed my face with cold water, looking at myself in the mirror.

"This isn't real. This is fake. Guns N' Roses isn't in your apartment. You sound insane! You're dreaming. Okay? Okay. Okay, cool. Alright. You're fine, Lily. You're fine. Everything's fine. Relax, you psycho." I mumbled to myself, shaking my head. I took a deep breath and walked back out, not a bit calmer than before.

"Hey, you have our record!" Steven beamed, holding up the 'Appetite for Destruction' vinyl. "Uh.. yes. I do. Is that okay?" Axl laughed, "Of course." The boys snickered and giggled. God, obviously! They wouldn't have put it in stores if they didn't want people to have it, you idiot!

"Right." I mumbled. "Who's your favorite?" Axl smirked. "Huh?" "Y'know, your favorite out of all of us." Slash elaborated. "Uh... I don't really know." I lied. Obviously I had a favorite. "Oh, c'mon. That's such bull. You have to like one of us more than the others." Duff scoffed.

"It's not really about me liking them over the others, I just prefer them more than the others." I shrugged. "Yeah, whatever, so who is it?" Steven ushered. "I'd rather not say. I don't want to offend any of you." I admitted honestly. The last thing I'd want is for any of them to hate me.

"Lily, we tour around the world and have girls begging to even look at us. I'm sure we'll be okay." Axl gloated cockily. "It's true." Slash added. I shrugged, "Okay. It's Izzy." "What?!" Slash and Axl choked, glaring at the quiet guitarist who smiled knowingly. "No way! Why?!" Slash whined. "I dunno. He's hot and mysterious." I blushed.

"I'm hot and mysterious." Slash mumbled under his breath, pouting into the couch cushions with his arms crossed. "Cheers. You're pretty good lookin' yourself." Izzy muttered to me with a smirk. I flushed even more. I could've sworn I was a tomato by now. "I dunno, Steven's really cute too. And his fluffy hair." I smiled over at the drummer, who ruffled his teased hair, "The ladies do love Popcorn."

"Duff's good lookin' as well. Everyone loves a tall guy." I shrugged, purposely leaving out Axl and Slash just to piss them off even more. "So I've been told." Duff smirked. Slash looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to mention anything about him, or even Axl.

"Anyway, that's kinda it. You guys hungry?" After rummaging though my bag, I finally found the cash I was looking for earlier. "Why- Wait! No, wait, you can't do that! You hate us!" Slash whined. "I don't hate you, Drama Queen. Just because I didn't say anything doesn't mean that I don't like you, dude." I chuckled.

"Yeah, it just means she likes us way better." Duff flaunted. "Shut up." Axl grumbled. "Hey, Lily, where's your restroom?" Izzy asked. "Uh.. down the hall, it's the first door on the right." I directed. "Mm.. not sure I know where. Do you think you could show me?" I furrowed my eyebrows. It wasn't complicated instructions. Wasn't he supposed to be the smart one?

"Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah, come on." I realized, grabbing his hand and rushing off to the restroom. Just as the door closed he hoisted me up onto the counter and smirked.

"You think I'm the best, huh?"

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!! r. speaks:
i don't think this really turned out how i wanted it to, but whatever. i had this small, tiny, minuscule idea for a 'scene' and kinda based the entire chapter around that. enjoy?