all the members meet up again :)
“Izzy!” I heard someone shout happily before a whirlwind of bright red hair and jangling bracelets hugged me tightly, I gasped as the air was squeezed out of me before putting my arms in turn around my friend “Hi Axl!” I gasped as he stepped back, grinning at me “Alright Izz?” he asked before whirling around to face the fairly large tent we were staying in at this weird rock camp thing. It would be broadcast on TV networks over the US and ended with this massive concert performed by all the rock ‘legends’, as we were so apparently called, consisting oddly enough of all the rock bands that were big at the time Guns N’ Roses ruled.
“You’ll be staying there Izzy, they’ve got our names on the beds” Axl’s voice interrupted my trip down memory lane, I nodded and threw my bag onto the bed then turned to him and said “You coming for a smoke?” Axl bit his lip and muttered, “I can’t” I furrowed my eyebrows and asked “Why not? Have you given up?” Axl shook his head “It’s not that I’ve given up, it’s just, it’s just… you won’t tell anyone will you Izz?” I frowned, slightly confused and very concerned for Axl, I shook my head to answer his question “No, I would never tell anyone if you didn’t want me to, what’s wrong?” Axl responded with a nervous glance around then leaned in close and whispered “Look at this” my eyes searched his face before looking down at his arm, at what he was showing me.
“How the FUCK did you get that! And don’t give me that crap about you falling over!” I yelped as Axl hushed me furiously “Shut the fuck up!” before glancing around again and pulling me into the tent properly rather than talking to me in the entrance “This guy I’m with did it, do you remember Tim? The weird jock that was obviously gay but always denied it?” he asked quietly, I stared at him for a moment before it clicked, Tim was my partner’s brother, the fucking twat that painted ‘Bill Bailey’s GAY with Jeff Isbell’ in six foot high letters along the side of the school gym. In bright pink and black paint, complete with hearts. “That dick-head that made it his mission to make our lives miserable. Why the fuck are you out with him?” I whispered back, deciding to make it my mission to hunt that fucker down and batter him.
“Yeh him, and you can’t talk, you’re out with his brother, I thought he’d changed” Axl muttered, his eyes slinking low “What was it that Slash used to say? Poisonous something’s never change their spots?” I whispered furious, but knowing he was right me being very hypocritical by chastising him about Tim when I had thought the same about Stephan and had been proved incredibly wrong but didn’t have the guts to leave him. “It was poisonous toadstools or something, I can’t leave him, I don’t know why but I just… can’t. And that isn’t a reason I know but…” his voice trailed off as his hands picked at threads on the quilt cover of the bed we had sat on.
I took his hands in mine and said, “I know what you mean, Stephan’s the same but by the time we go home we have to have ditched them, ok?” Axl nodded “Ok, Jeff” I smiled at him “So Bill… you can’t smoke, why?” he grinned “Getting back to the matter in hand, Tim’s here and he’s expecting me back in his tent” I made a face at that but smiled at him “Fair enough, Stephan’s expecting the same, shall we go together?” Axl smiled back and stood up, pulling me with him “Yeh, let’s go to hell together, it’ll give us a chance to catch up” I laughed as he said that before turning with him to go out of the tent flap but stopped as a group came in, all laughing, they didn’t notice me and Axl, normally I would have been offended that Duff and Slash had ignored me but one look at Axl’s panicked face made my decision, we (me, Duff and Slash) could catch up later but Axl didn’t wanna stay in the insults zone, without gathering attention to ourselves, we slipped out of the tent flap and started our walk to our own private hell.
“Well, that was unexpected” I said as we got a safe distance away from the tent “Do you think so? I was expecting it, Guns N’ Roses, the originals are expected to play at this gig thing at the end of this, I knew we’d be put in the same tent, our producer wants us to make friends, he’s already spoken to me, he wants me to play nice, he’ll speak to Slash as well because we’re the ones who started and carried on this fight for as long as it’s been going, he might tell you and Duff not to get involved but I doubt he will” Axl said, pulling out a couple of fags and a lighter and handing one to me “We might as well smoke on the way back, there’s not a designated smoking area because pretty much everyone smokes” he said handing me the lighter after lighting his own, I nodded and lit up before handing it back to him.