James' face was priceless.

"Uhh...." he stuttered.

I rushed over to his side and wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Yep. My boyfriend." I said again to get the message through to James, hoping to god he'd follow on.

Izzy hid his shock quite well by smoothly slipping his sunglasses back on, getting out a cigarette and lighting it, and eventually, he stuck out his hand which didn't have the cig in it for James to shake.

"Nice to meet you" Izzy muttered before he took a drag.

"Oh, I just have to say, Izzy, I'm a really, really big fan of the band and it's such an honour to meet you and the guys" James rambled.

Izzy just nodded and half-smiled. No doubt from James' "cool" attitude Izzy would have been a little embarrassed.

The three of us stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say next, and I swear to god it has been the most awkward situation I've ever experienced in my life. I started to think that making James my "boyfriend" was a very bad move. Izzy had started to grow on me and the fact that he was so keen to buy me a drink was... slightly romantic I guess. But, he was a rock god and all they pretty much did was fuck chicks, drink and do drugs, and falling for a guy like him isn't what I need in my life. I've learned that lesson the hard way a few years ago.

Obviously needing to get the fuck out of this situation I finally broke the silence and said:

"Well, we better be off. We have to watch that movie on TV remember, honey?"

Izzy raised his eyebrows, stubbed out his cigarette on the tar with his foot and shoved his hands into his jean pockets.

"Yeah, I'd better be going too. See you later..." he turned on his heel and walked to his car and eventually drove off, but by revving his engine and zooming off.

Well, that was easy...

"What. The. Fuck. Was. That. About." James stated more than asking the question.

"I'm sorry James but he was coming onto me a little bit and I need him to get off my arse. Sorry I used you man but you just saved my life." I hugged him at the side of his body but he still looked stunned, trying to digest that whole situation.

"Uhm... Yeah, I guess that's ok- no problem... Mel."

"Well, I'm going to go home now to literally watch that movie that'll be on really soon. I'll call you later."

I opened my car door and got in. As I started the engine and just before I drove off, James was still standing there still stunned. I quickly looked around and saw that his car was there so he wouldn't be stuck there all night. Oh well, I thought and drove off.

Izzy's P.O.V.

"What about her? She's a total babe, eh Izzy?" Slash pointed out.

Slash and I had met up for a drink, which usually meant he had scored some coke or some other fine specimen that we would allow entry into our system. The usual plan, when we would do this, would be finding some chick to do the shit with us, get drunk and one of us would end up sleeping with her for the night. Great, eh?

But there was an occasion for tonight; the band would be flying off to New York to continue on with our tour for Appetite so we were celebrating our last free night. I had no idea where the other guys were but I guess Slash only called me. Personally, I really didn't like the whole touring thing. I loved performing, but I kind of hated performing practically every night and do the same songs over and over again. But we needed the money and our album wasn't going that well in the charts, but I did have a slight feeling that Sweet Child might have an effect on the public... hopefully.

"Hey, you listening? I said what about her?" Slash said.

"Yeah... she's alright, whatever." I took a large swig of my beer.

My mind was racing and I couldn't stop thing about what happed earlier today...I couldn't stop thinking about whether Melanie had lied about her "boyfriend". Because I noticed the way this dude reacted. He totally wasn't shocked at all by her statement and another give away was Melanie hugging him at the side and he never put his arms around her... Was she playing hard to get? Did she not like me even after I had apologised for being a douche? Had I already pushed her away and given her a strong impression of myself?

I felt like such a whiney bitch.

"You want to go talk to her or do you want me to do it?" Slash asked.

"I don't care. I'm going home. I'm tired and I don't feel like "partying" tonight. I'll see you at the airport tomorrow." I got up and grabbed my denim jacket and got the fuck out of that dank club. I thought I heard Slash yell out something but I just ignored him.

I suppose I'll give it a shot at being a grown-up and actually go to bed at a reasonable time and actually get some sleep. I will be going back on tour and I doubt I would be getting any sleep at all for the next few months; I hadn't in the past few months.

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