Melanie's P.O.V

"You can't go like that!" I said as I looked at Izzy in the mirror's reflection, while I was putting on my clip-on earrings.

"What?" Izzy asked innocently as he looked down to what he was wearing.

He had on his dark navy blue jeans, a floppy black jacket with a purple scarf, and no shirt on underneath.

"You're practically naked. You're going to be on live television soon and you want to be naked?" I smirked.

"How? I've got clothes on!"

"Yeah, but your chest is exposed. Haven't you got anything better?" I asked as I walked over to Izzy's chest of draws.

"No, I haven't." Izzy replied sarcastically.

"Here what about this?"

I pulled out a purple-blue jacket, a black and white paisley, floppy shirt, and a black scarf.

"You'll look sexy in this." I winked at him and he just looked down and shook his head.

"You should be a fashion designer." He smirked as he began to take off everything on his torso.

He seemed to undress ever so smoothly, and with such sexiness it nearly made my knees turn to jelly. As he walked over and began to put on the items of clothing was holding in my arms, I noticed he had put on his nose ring piercing, which I had only seen him wear hardly a couple of times. All I had to say was that it looked hot.

"That nose piercing really suits you," I gawked.

"Why thank you." He fluttered his eyelids at me as he finally slipped on his scarf and tied a simple and low knot with it around his neck.

"Right, happy now?" He asked raising his eyebrows and he held back a smile.

Just looking at him right there; dressed looking sexy as fuck, as well as the cocky expression, I could barely handle it. It was too much. So, in order to stop myself from jumping him, I simply nodded and walked out into the living room to collect my small handbag from the coffee table.

"What are you running away for?" Izzy said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

He slowly wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled his face into my neck; giving me soft kisses along it until he reached my jaw. Of course I couldn't just stand there and melt into his arms; I had to think whether he was being extra lovey and touchy in a form of sucking up after 'The Hazel Incident'.

"You know what I can't stop thinking about?" Izzy breathed into my ear.

"What?" I replied trying not to let my knees buckle beneath me.

He chuckled softly into my neck.

"That mind-blowing night we had filled with makeup sex."

Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?

He was right though. I had been thinking about it a lot for a few days. What he was talking about was the makeup sex we had the day Izzy came to get me back. After Izzy got all soppy telling me he loved me and that he was a sorry-arse loser, we sat on James' couch just holding each other and talking about random things until he drove me back to his place and we spent the whole evening panting, sweating, moaning and hanging onto each other for dear life. We must have nearly gone through a whole packet of condoms, and between rounds we ate delivered pizza and I had a lot of pee breaks. Towards the end of the night we were buggered and could barely function properly, and as cheesy as I sounds, we fell asleep together with me in Izzy's arms.

"You're thinking of that now? What's wrong with you, boy?" I smirked looking at Izzy in the corner of my eyes.

"How do you expect me to function normally all night without a little something before the show?" He breathed.

"You'll just have to deal with it." I laughed as I broke free of his grip, and he made a whingey moan.

I turned around to look at him, and he was pouting.

"You're a baby." I smirked and I gently pushed past him and made my way to the hallway, but he grabbed my arm before I was out of reach.

He pulled my back to him and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing me passionately. He picked me up and began to move his feet, and soon felt myself being pushed up against a wall. His rough yet warm hands slid my plain, black cocktail dress up my legs and I flung my handbag away and opened my eyes. I jumped up more and wrapped my legs around Izzy's torso, as he pressed his hardening crotch against mine, making me moan into his mouth. I managed to pry my lips from his.

"You know if we do this, we're going to be late." I breathed looking into Izzy's eager eyes.

"But you in that dress, you're driving me crazy, babe."

I laughed, but bit my lip to stifle my smile.

"I don't care if we're late." He breathed, tangling his hands in my hair, and pressing his wet lips back to mine.

"I do!", I laughed, "Look you're messing up my hair which I had just done for tonight."

Izzy groaned.

"Come on, let me down and we can go and get this MTV thing over and done with." I said patting his chest.

"But I'm hard, babe." He grinned and his lips made their way to my neck.

"But keep in mind, when we get home later tonight, you'll be in for a treat for being a good boy and actually going to one of these award things." I smirked, and Izzy looked back at me.

"You serious?" He raised an eyebrow.

I nodded biting my lip.

"Fine." Izzy pouted, letting me down gently.

I smoothed out my dress, (which by the way felt weird since I hadn't worn a dress in over a year), picked up my handbag and sauntered out of Izzy's house. Izzy followed and we plonked ourselves in his beautiful car before we zoomed off to the Universal Amphitheatre for the MTV VMAs, which would probably go on all night.

After a lengthy 50-minute drive, handling the afternoon traffic on the roads, we finally arrived. You couldn't miss it; limos were everywhere, crowds of photographers, a bright red carpet, and also the multi-neon coloured banner that proudly displayed '89 Music Television Video Music Awards'. Izzy sighed next to me when he slowed down.

"This is going to be a long night."

"You'll be fine, dude." I patted his thigh as I eagerly sucked in the sights.

"Why are you so excited about this? You're always around famous people, filming them and going to award nights." Izzy muttered as he found a parking spot.

"It's different; I'm usually surrounded by actors whereas tonight I'll be surrounded by musicians. Hopefully Jon Bon Jovi." I quickly added.

"Jesus I better keep hold of you tonight so you don't run off with him."

"Don't worry, he's married." I sighed and Izzy just shook his head.

We had parked close to the back of the amphitheatre and as we walked away from the car, a familiar looking guy suddenly stuck his head out of one of the back doors.

"Yo, Izzy!"

"Duff!" Izzy replied sounding surprised.

Oh that's right, this guy Duff is in Izzy's band.

"Come in the back; you'll avoid that stupid red carpet shit bit." He smiled a genuine smile.

"Duff, you remember Melanie? Melanie, this is Duff; my band's bassist."

I reached out and shook Duff's hand and he smiled.

"Yeah of course I remember. I've become close friends with your friend, Deborah."

"Oh that's why I haven't heard from her in a while. She's been with you, huh?" I smirked.

"You bet it, bitch." A familiar voice suddenly piped up, and Deborah's face peeped around the door.

"Jesus, Deb." I laughed.

"Come on, Duff, you're blocking them. Come in guys."

Duff opened the grey steel door, allowing the busy sights of the backstage, probably VIP, area. Immediately I saw famous faces; Paula Abdul, Christina Applegate, Brad Pitt (which nearly made me faint), Madonna and I thought I saw the back of Nikki Sixx. I grabbed Izzy's hand and held onto it tightly and I saw Izzy smirk in the corner of my eye.

"Everyone's hear, Melanie. If you don't die, I'm going to say you haven't got a soul. I died like and hour ago." Deborah yelled over the loud hubbub.

Soon, walking straight towards us was a large guy with 'security' written across his chest in yellow, and he was holding a fanny pack and a clipboard.

"Names?" He gruffly said to Izzy.

"I'm with Guns N' Roses, performing tonight?" Izzy replied peering over the clipboard.

Even though there was a cool air-conditioned air filtering the room, I could feel myself begin to sweat slightly. Great.

"Yep," he ticked off Izzy's name, and then he looked at me, "and I'm assuming you're his guest?"

I blinked.

"You're not in trouble, dear," he cracked a sudden smile, " you were allowed to bring a guest, Izzy, I just need to know your name so I can write it on your attendance card."

"Oh," thank god, "I'm Melanie Buchanan."

"I know some of your films, miss," he smiled, "I'm a big fan of Guns, mate." He smiled at Izzy.

Izzy just nodded and gave a small smile, as this guy brought out two (they looked like VIP cards to me) cards, and handed one to Izzy which already had his face and name printed on it, and then he began to write my name on the 'guest' card.

"You can either put these around your necks, or clip them onto your clothes. Anyway, enjoy your night, and good luck, Iz." He smiled then he scuttled off probably to tick more celebrities off.

"Just put the card thing in your handbag, Melly. If you put it on your fabulous dress it'll look stupid." Deborah said snatching the card out of my hands and shoved it in my little, black handbag.

"Righto guys, lets go socialise." Duff grinned and he began to walk off into the famous crowd.

"God, I hate these nights." Izzy muttered to me as he clipped his card to his jean's belt loop.

I smiled nervously and I gazed off into the crowd, hoping to see more famous faces.

"You know your lover boy is here, Melanie?" Deb smirked beside me.

My eyes widened.

"You mean-"

"Yes I mean Jon Bon Jovi! I saw him earlier with um, his guitarist. What's his name?"

"It's Richie Sambora." I smiled shyly.

"Yeah that's it. Anyway I talked to the two and told them you liked them, and Jon said he'd be glad to meet you." Deb poked my ribs.

"You told them? What the hell dude that's so embarrassing." I faced palmed.

"Don't worry I told them you were Izzy Stradlin's girlfriend so they don't think you're some weird fan girl."

"Oh yeah 'cause that makes it better." I joked.

I looked to my side and saw Izzy still standing next to me (we were still holding hands so he hadn't disappeared somewhere), looking very uninterested as he stared off into the crowd. I decided to swing my arm, which was holding Izzy's hand, back and forth to awaken him.

"What are you doing?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Keeping you awake." I laughed and Izzy just looked away shyly.

"You two are too cute." Deb said poking my side again.

"Anyway, let's go get some nibblies." She continued rubbing her hands together greedily.

I was about to follow her, but Izzy tugged my arm and stopped me. He brought me close to him and wrapped one arm around me.

"There he is." 

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You guys can probably assume who 'he' is that Izzy's pointing to ;)
Anyway, my holidays are coming to an end this week, and I'm afraid to say next week I'll be gone on a stupid compulsory school camp, so I won't be online for a few days. Anyway, hoped you guys enjoyed it, and read, comment and vote!

Love you guys :)