Milk went absolutely everywhere; all over Ripley, all over Izzy’s shoes and his jean legs, and then the milk trickled under the fridge and the stove.

“Get out!” Izzy screamed making Ripley pull her tail in between her legs and she came bounding towards me, leaving behind milky footprints. I quickly slid open the glass door with as much force as possible and Ripley tore out.

“Fuck.” Izzy muttered as he picked up the milk carton and chucked in the sink, being careful not to move his feet that were sitting in a pool milk.

I rushed up to the kitchen bench to get out the pack of paper towels from in one of the one hundred bloody paper bags of groceries we had just bought. I ripped open the packet and chucked him a roll, which he caught, and I picked up the other one and we practically just chucked them on the floor and rolled them around.

“Oh shit Mel don’t worry about this, I think you’ve cleaned enough lately.” He said gruffly snatching the paper roll off me.

Me, not quite sure what mood Izzy was in, insisted on helping him clean up.

“No. Mel, don’t.” He replied quite meanly it scared me a little. “Can you... just go and check on Ripley.” He added slapping my hands away from the paper towels.

I just looked at him as he cursed under his breath as he continued to mop up the milk, and I noticed his hands were shaking pretty badly, and the immediate thought I got wasn’t probably best assumption.

Drugs.

Withdrawal.  

Just knowing about the seedy sides of Guns N’ Roses behind their music, hell, even in their music, drugs was a bit of a main subject. But, was Izzy still into that shit? Pfft, probably... but if he was, had he done anything since I’d been over “living with him”? To be honest, I didn’t actually want to think about that crap so I just ran out to look for Ripley.

She was sitting in the corner of the yard licking herself, since she was covered in milk. I made my presence be known and she looked up at me with a terrified face and suddenly she growled. Well that totally didn’t scare the shit out of me...

“It’s okay, doggie.” I held my hands up. “It’s just me, you know me... right?” My eyes went wide and she continued to growl showing her sharp little front teeth that could easily puncture anything if she bit hard enough.

I suddenly felt really unwanted. Izzy was pissy and so was his dog. Yeah, maybe I’ve over stayed my welcome... I should probably leave...

Ripley kept growling even when I backed away, and she slowly got up on her feet and began creeping forwards; giving me a death glare that was making me absolutely shit myself.

Yep leaving. Right. Now.

I rushed back inside and slammed the door shut just as she began trotting straight for me, and Izzy jumped.

“Jesus, did you have to slam the fucking door!” He yelled more as a complaint rather than a question, but I answered it anyway.

“Your dog’s fucking changed man. She’s creeping me out. And is should probably get going.” I said as I began looking for my handbag, which was on a little coffee table in the living area.

“Wait, what? You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been home in a while and I do have two pet goldfish that are probably dead by now... I’ll see you when I see you I guess”

Izzy didn’t reply, or speak a word for that matter. I walked out of his house in the early afternoon, got into my car and began to drive off looking at his house in my rear-view mirror.

*

When I got home I had three messages from Deb asking me if I wanted to go see a movie, and the other message was her saying don’t worry about it since I never replied, and then the last one was, quote, “Mate where the fuck are you? That’s all, see ya.”.

I checked my goldfish, which were just alive, they weren’t swimming much, but they were breathing. I fed them, made a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on my balcony in the afternoon sun, rethinking about what had happened in the past two days.

Weird stuff, right?

I had just casually rushed over to an Izzy Stradlin’s place, helped him get through throwing up, cleaned his whole house, shopped with him and for him, washed his clothes, made him shower and clean up, and, nearly slept with him... wow...

*

“Yeah, so where you been?” Deborah asked raising one eyebrow, trying to be serious.

I had invited her over to let her know I was alive and just maybe tell her where I had been. We were sitting on my balcony having iced coffees, nothing fancy, just that liquid coffee essence stuff with milk and a scrappy scoop of old ice cream.

“You promise you won’t make my eardrums explode when I tell you?”

“Bitch please, I’m calm, I am always calm.”

“You sure you can keep your shit in order though, Deb? It’s some pretty juicy stuff...”

“Shoot!” She half said since she was trying to quickly swallow a gulp of iced coffee.

I told her everything, except for the bit where we nearly screwed each other. Of course her eyes bulged and she tried to keep her word for not exploding.

I watched her, smirking, looking at her trying to digest all that I told her. After a while she took a deep breath.

“And that’s all that happened? Nothing else?” She eyed me.

I looked away trying to hide my smile.

“What else happened?” she raised her voice. “Melanie Daisy Buchanan if something else happened you better fucking tell me now before I kill you.”

“Well... there was... a little something else...” I winced.

Her eyes bulged once more. “Tell. Me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Things may have gotten...” She didn’t let me finish.

“Yes...”

“Things may have gotten a little... heated, so to speak,” she raised one eyebrow and rolled her hand wanting me to continue, “We maybe have nearly ‘done it’.”

“How can you expect me not to explode at that!” She jumped up but immediately sat back down, pulling her chair right up to me, “okay but tell me ALL the details. Tell me tell me tell me.”

I took a deep breath and thought that I shouldn’t tease her anymore, even though nothing happened... much.

“Well he suddenly spun around after his shower and just kissed me.” I could feel my cheeks heat up and she squealed and wanted me to continued and she kept asking for extra detail like how dry was he after his shower and was he naked and all that crap.

“Then, he picked me up and I told him I didn’t want to go to his bedroom cause his sheets were disgusting, so we landed on the couch...”

“Oh yes, couch sex, very sexy. Very sexy, and yeah continue.”

I continued to tell her but I had a bit of difficulty telling her about what he did with his finger since I was highly embarrassed and when I told her the un-climatic ending she was incredibly disappointed.

For the rest of the night, she invited herself over to stay the night because she was going to give me lessons on how to make the next move. She had squeezed from me that I was beginning to fall for him and what she wanted me to do was turn up at his house that night with a trench coat on with nothing on underneath and jump him when he answers the door.

“Because, you know, if you don’t see each other for another day, he’ll think you’re not interested and he’ll move on. I don’t fucking want that, do you? I want to have little Izzy & Melanie nieces and nephews running around, you hear me?”

I face palmed. “Jesus, that’s taking a step too far isn’t it?”

She laughed. “I think not. I can so see you two together, don’t you?!”

To be honest, I had no idea if I saw “us” together in the future. I didn’t really see Izzy as a committing type of man...

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