Guns N' Roses One Shots

fiend club

michelle

summary:
the band goes to steven's house in search of him, but find a mess instead.

word count:
931

fiend club-the misfits

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"Where's Steven?" Axl asked, bringing everyone's attention away from the card game we were in. I was about to put down a pair of threes when I responded, "His house, I think. Has been for a bit." Throwing down their cards, Axl and Slash rushed to put on their boots, so did Duff. "What'd I say?" I asked Izzy timidly. "It wasn't you. Steven's had drug problems for a while, so we can't really trust him alone." he sighed, lacing up his boots.

"Should I stay here?" I mumbled as Slash stormed by. "Come with us." he growled. I scurried to slip into my sneakers and hurry after them, shutting the door. The car ride was uncomfortably quiet, everyone huffing with anticipation and anger as Axl sped down the street. We eventually skidded to a halt in front of Steve's house, where I had been only a few times. He was strangely secretive about where he lived- I guess I understood why now.

"Steve! Steven!" Axl banged his fist against the door and began getting more enraged as the seconds passed. Getting tired of it, he began kicking in the door. I gasped, "Axl!-" "Don't say anything." Izzy warned, keeping me close to him while he watched his friend bust into Steven's house. I whimpered and winced every time his boot dented into the wood, cracking it open.

Tucking my face into Izzy's chest, he wrapped his arms around me. Even I could feel Izzy flinch lightly every time Axl would hit the door. He eventually got it down and stormed in, calling for the drummer. "Steven! Steven, where the fuck are you?!" I trailed in slowly behind the rest of the band, scared of what was going to happen next. If he broke down a door just to get to Steven, what would he do when he actually found him?

"Shit," Duff groaned, swinging open the door to the bathroom where Steven laid, "He's in here!" Axl nearly tripped over himself trying to get there with how pissed off he was. "What the hell are you doing, Adler?! We had practice four fucking times this week, where were you?!" I peeked around the corner, staying hidden away from the whole ordeal. I was scared, not only for myself, but for Steve too.

Steven shook his head, "I- I didn't do anything-" "Are you fucking serious?! Goddamn it, man!" Axl kicked the wall, cracking the drywall. "Are you fucked up right now?" Slash asked, kneeling beside him. "N-No. No, I swear. I'm.. I'm not." His eyes shone with tears as Slash nudged him and got up, "You're a fucking joke, dude." "Where is it?! Where's the drugs?!" Axl barked, swinging open cabinets and pulling out drawers.

Steven's eyes bounced around anxiously as his band members began tearing apart his bathroom, looking for the drugs. "Izzy, I want to leave." I breathed quietly, voice quivering. "I know, Michelle, but we have to handle this. It won't be long." he mumbled back. "Seriously?! This has got to be a fucking joke!" Axl threw down a small clear bag- containing drugs, I assumed.

"That's.. That's not mine-" "Bullshit, it's not yours! You're a fuckin' junkie, man!" Axl yelled. "I can't do this. I'm so fucking tired-" he kicked the glass shower door, nearly breaking it, "-Of your shit! You can't even fucking play! You said you'd get clean, Steven! You said you'd stop!" Steven flinched every time Axl swore, "I- I'm clean. I'm going to get clean, I p- promise."

"This is fucked up, Steven. Even I know that." Duff shook his head, looking down at his deteriorating and sad excuse of a drummer. He was withering away before our very own eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, guys. It's not my fault. I- I'll get clean. I'll go to rehab, whatever I need to do, I.. I'll be okay." Steven rambled, a tear sliding down his cheek every few words. Axl didn't say anything, only scoffed and stormed out.

"I thought you said you'd get better, dude." Slash spoke, sighing. "No- I swear I will-" "You swore you would last year, and the year before. You're fucked up. You're fucking yourself up. You're not the same, man." Steven sniffled, shakily taking in a breath, "I'm sorry." "We can't be a band if you're always high. You can't even record anymore. I haven't seen you sober since.. shit- I don't even know." Duff said.

I didn't know them very well, but I thought it was a little hypocritical. Sure, Axl was way harder on Steven than the rest of the guys, but Duff was drinking daily and Slash was too. While they were trying to blame Steven for the band falling apart, they were messing themselves up too. Steven whimpered, "I just-"

"Clean yourself up, Steve. You look like shit." Slash kicked at the needles and bags scattered across the floor before trudging out. "I didn't want it to be like this." Steven tried to speak again, but Duff sighed, "We can't do this anymore, man. It's gone on too long." Steven's eyes trailed up to reach Izzy's, giving a pleading look. "Steve.. just- what the fuck, man." Izzy mumbled, walking out.

The drummer's gaze met mine, glossed over with pure disappointment in himself. I didn't have anything to say. I couldn't say anything. His lip quivered as he took in a breath.

"I'm so sorry."

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!! rocky speaks:
this one was painful to write :( steven was known for his drug issues in the band, so i thought i'd give a different perspective on the whole 'happy band' kinda image. i'm in no way glorifying drug abuse, and if you're dealing with addiction, please get help. thank you, and hope you dug it. peace