Guns N' Roses One Shots

(i.s.) the passenger

elle x izzy

summary:
after going to the video shoot for a music video, you meet a few new girls.

word count:
2510

the passenger-iggy pop

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"Iz, I'm so tired." I whined, flipping to my stomach and burying my head deeper into the pillow. "I know, but do you know what today is?" he mumbled in my shoulder, wrapping himself around my torso. "I don't care what today is, it's too early." I groaned. "I'll be back in an hour. Will you be ready by then?" I sighed as a response. "Great, then I'll see you in a bit."

I heard the door close behind him and the engine of his Lincoln rumble off down the street. I pulled myself from the bed and draped my legs over the side. The light bled into the room through the thin white curtain, making me wince. My eyes took well over a few minutes to adjust as I hung my head low, sighing deeply. I hated mornings.

I dragged my feet on the floor on the way to the shower. The hot water leaked from the faucet onto my skin, soaking me. That had woken me up a little. Humming a soft tune while I scrubbed myself, I finally got finished up and picked out an outfit. I was too tired to think of what Izzy was talking about earlier, but now that I realized, we were filming the Sweet Child music video today.

I slipped into a pair of jeans and a small shirt, taking one of Izzy's leather jackets to match with my black boots. After applying some makeup and doing my hair, I decided I looked presentable enough. After all, this was a rock music video, not a modeling shoot.

"Ripley! Hi, doll! How'd you sleep, girl?" I ruffled her ears around as she wagged her tail excitedly, licking at my hand. "You hungry? Go outside for a bit, I'll get your food ready." I slid open the back door and she pounced out, bolting around the grass and clawing at dirt. Izzy always mentioned how his old girlfriends never liked him having dogs, but I never understood why. She was a beaut. I poured out a few cups of her kibble and topped it with a scramble egg. Ripley only deserved the best.

"Ripley! C'mon, girl! Breakfast is ready!" I kneeled down and held out the bowl, she came bounding toward me at an alarming rate. Stopping just before she tackled me, she began gobbling up the food. "Atta girl." I rubbed her back softly while she continued to scarf down her meal. "Elle? You up?" Izzy called, nudging the door closed before walking over to the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I sighed, smiling, "I already fed Rip, too." "Perfect, I'll be in the car in like five minutes, I've got to go change a bit." Hurrying up the stairs before coming back just a few short minutes later, just like he promised, Izzy was clad in a silk button down shirt and tight jeans. He was gorgeous.

"Why are you doing that?" he mumbled timidly, adjusting his buttons. "Doin' what?" I breathed dreamily, still lost in how hot he looked. "Staring." "You're pretty." I shrugged simply. He chuckled, "Pretty?" "Absolutely." He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows and a small smirk. "Isn't he so pretty, Rip? Aw, go tell your daddy how gorgeous he is." I patted her side and she trotted off toward Izzy, wagging her tail.

He began laughing, shaking his head, "You guys are ridiculous. Both of you." "C'mon, let's go, don't wanna be late. You've already got someone in the band for that job." I didn't need to say a name for him to know who we were talking about. "Right." he muttered, swinging the key ring around his finger before leading the way to the car. "You ready to go, Rip?" Izzy hooked on her leash onto her before she trotted contently in front of us and into the backseat of the car.