God can't see this fic

1991. Maxwell Lucy Milner is sensitive, kind and shy. Her friends, the musicians of L.A Guns are loud, carefree and energetic. When she is asked to join them on tour as L.A Guns opens for Skid Row in Europe, Max can finally experience what friendship - and living with boys 24/7 - really means... Tracii Guns is a guitarist. He's doing what every musician could ever dream of doing, living his life surrounded by music. He's missing something though... his very own shelter to rest from the loud life he's worked so hard to lead. But what if this shelter was a person? Specifically, what if this shelter was the shy and quiet roadie with light green hair who was supposed to stay just a friend? 10% of angst, 30% of fluff and budding feelings, 60% of dorky musicians and friendship. 100% rock n' roll ambiance. Tracii Guns / OC, one-shot !

A birthday gift and tribute to the late Steve Riley. (I own nothing but my characters.)