I eventually fell into a very confused sleep after the guys had left in a hurry.

The bar where they had played got broken into and a lot of their equipment was still over there, so they went to check on their stuff.

Slash didn't come back to bed so I guess he went home afterwards.

As I wake up I notice the lack of Slash in my bed.

I let out a soft but frustrated sigh. I understand that he went with them but Slash kinda left me hanging last night.

I try to suppress a flashback of his lips on my skin by taking a deep breath and then I swing my legs out of bed.

In the same Metallica t-shirt I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge.

Izz and Duff haven't woken up yet, which I understand, they were basically up all night.

I decide to make them some breakfast as well. I'm feeling french toast.

I'm just putting the first piece of bread in the pan when Izzy waddles out of his room.

I chuckle when I see my disheveled roommate. His hair is pointing every which way and he is in pajamapants and nothing else.

He rubs his face, mumbles

"Morning, you"

and then hops on the counter next to the stove.

He quietly watches me make breakfast with a blank stare that shows he's still half asleep.

I laugh every time I look at him and feed him the cut off crusts.

"Thanks"

He goes with his mouth full.

I am vigorously scrubbing a stuck piece of toast from the pan with my spatula when Izzy goes

"Yo Syl, about last night..."

I look up.

"Who was that girl you were with?"

"Imani? She's my friend from school. Why?"

"No reason"

Izz slides off the counter

"should I go get Duff then?".

A little later the three of us are eating breakfast.

"So what happened when you guys got to the bar? Was everything okay with your stuff?"

I look at Duff.

He swallows and answers

"Yeah... so most of it's still there but those fuckers took two of our amps and what's worse, they took Slash's Les Paul guitar.

My mouth falls open and Duff continues

"We got there before they could grab any more but holy shit, I've never seen Slash so mad".

Izzy sighs deeply

"It's true, a guitar kinda feels like an extension of yourself. He almost broke a fucking window when he saw that they took his Les Paul. It was fuckin' expensive too".

I think about Slash's gold guitar. He always seemed so proud of it and he had drawn a little skull on the back of it's neck. He always held it like it was his baby.

"He must be so upset..."

I mutter to myself.

Then I notice Izzy's eyes on me, I look down

"Oh yeah I'm borrowing your shirt Izz"

I say taking a big bite of toast.

But Izz doesn't stop staring

"I know, that's fine... but what is that?"

He reaches for the side of my neck and almost moves my hair.

In a shock I remember last night and realize I must be covered in hickeys.

I swat Izzy's hand away and try to cover my neck with the t-shirt

"It's nothing!"

My voice sounds unbelievable, even I can hear that.

Izzy and Duff are both looking at me now with a smirk plastered on their faces.

"Who is it?"

Duff jerks his head up.

"Nothing. No one. Shut up"

I panic but can't suppress a smile.

Izzy looks very proud of himself

"Did you get those last night? At the bar? You have to tell us-".

I shovel the last piece of toast into my mouth and stand up

"I don't have to tell y'all shit".

I cover my neck with my hair and huddle to my room.

I can hear my roommates laugh and speculate before I close the door behind me.

AN

hey babes. sorry for not posting for a while there. tbh, the inspiration comes in waves but I'm trying my best for you guys

x

ps: who is yalls fav member of gnr? is it also slash?