Phoebe’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t stop sweating and shaking like made with this ‘Duff’ dude was talking to me. He was very sexy, with his wavy blonde hair, sexy leather pants and a Ramones singlet. He looked so cool, too cool for me and I was trying my hardest to not freak out in front of him. I don’t know why I didn’t notice him on stage earlier. I could see in the yellow streetlights that (I think) he had some “guy liner“ on and it really suited him. After we finally introduced ourselves and we shook hands, I felt his hot skin and his hands were strong, rough yet soft. As he was smiling at me, I was beginning to feel my knees go weak until a loud crack came out of no-where, which made us both jump, and it was the main singer opening the side door and he stuck his head out.

“Phoebe! That’s where you are! Come back, the girls have left with the other guys. And Duff...” he muttered something to Duff about keys to his car or something; I wasn’t really paying that much attention because I was too busy looking at Duff. I just realised that I didn’t even know the main singer’s name...

The main singer held out his hand to walk me back inside, and I dropped my grip from Duff’s hands. It seemed like he didn’t really want to let go, and it seemed like he didn’t really want to come back in with us. But he eventually moved his feet and came with us.

Just as we walked back in I saw my Bruce sitting on one of the dirty couches, with a girl and she was straddling him.

“What the fuck?! I don’t want to see that!” I half whispered half yelled into the main singer’s ear. I kept on staring at the two wondering if they would notice three people watching them. Something caught my eye above the couch and I saw Gemma holding hands with the guitarist with the afro. They were smiling and giggling with each other until she noticed Bruce on the couch.

“Get in there Brucey!” She slurred before she was pulled into one of the dressing rooms with the guitarist. Bruce was way too in the mood and just ignored her and began to feel up the chick.

“Okay, I’m leaving now.” I said as I darted out to the side stage door and walked back into the main area of the Whisky. Pretty much everyone had left and a few of my work mates were cleaning up. Where the hell was everyone? I looked up to the large clock on the wall and it read a quarter to one A.M.! WHERE THE FUCK DID THE TIME GO?! I needed to go home, since it had been a big blur of a day. I took off my apron and realised that I couldn’t go any further because Gemma only had the keys to her place. Well, fuck.

I stood there not knowing what the fuck to do until Duff and the red head came back into the room.

“Where are you going?” asked the red head.

Before I answered him I quickly asked him what his bloody name was.

“Axl.” He replied smoothly and he put an arm around my waist. I saw Duff glaring at the two of us. What the hell was his problem all of a sudden?

“Anyway, where are you heading off to?” Axl asked again.

“Well, no where because my room mate just went off into one of the rooms with your guitarist, and she has the keys to the apartment, since I literally just moved in today with her.” That was probably too much information and they probably didn’t really care.

“I think she was with Slash wasn't she?” Axl asked but I shrugged my shoulders and told them I had no idea what any of their names were, just those two members.

“Wait, your accent sounds different...” Axl looked at me up and down.

“She’s Australian, dumb arse” snarled Duff.

Duff’s P.O.V.

I was getting really fired up all of a sudden since Axl had draped his arms all over Phoebe. My anger probably wasn’t mixing well with the large amount of alcohol in my system. Phoebe just laughed nervously at my harsh comment to Axl, and he just glared at me. He quickly changed the subject.

“You can bunk with us for the night, if you like?”

I started laughing hysterically.

“Phoebe? Stay in our place? Fucking hell, Axl. She’ll have a heart attack just looking at the place through the windows!”

“Well my room’s fine, since I seem to be the only one who gives a fuck out hygiene out of you lot.” Axl snarled back.

Honestly, if I wanted to impress Phoebe and make her lean towards me than Axl, I didn’t think it would be a great idea to bring her back to our crash pad. It was on the corner on one of the off streets from the strip and it was the only place we could afford that was close to all of the clubs around. Inside, the carpet was ripped up, pissed in corners of the rooms, dirty smashed up plates in the sink in the kitchen, there was no bathroom left since in our drug filled rages, we’d go in there and smash up the sink, bathtub and toilet for some reason. Whenever we were busting, we’d just take a leak in the corner of the room, or (I hate to say this) but some of the member would take dumps in the kitchen sink since there was no-where left to go, besides club toilets, which weren’t that much cleaner. We had pizza boxes lying around the floor with lyrics written on them, cockroaches that we’d make pets, needles, beer bottles and cocaine scattered everywhere, ripped up mattresses, clothes, and some guitar strings and drum sticks somewhere in our place.  I didn’t think much of it, since it was a place to sleep, and it was the ultimate bachelor pad, but there’s no chance any female would want to set one foot in there. Except the desperate hookers that were after and kind of payment (mainly money and food).

But, there was Axl’s room. He had an actual lock on the door with a key only he had, to stop any of us going in there in our drug filled states. Inside, it was clean as a whistle, a little bit dusty, but he had an actual mini wardrobe and a proper bed with sheets on it. He tried to stay away from the drugs, don’t ask me why, and I knew that once we would make some money, he’d be out of there in a flash. He was the only one that washed his clothes, he’d go out in the shared little yard that our apartment block used, and he’d use the hose to wash them. All I did was stick my clothes out the window for a bit, get a bit on wind on them and sunlight, and they’d be fine to use again.

Phoebe suddenly broke my deep thought.

“I’m sure your place isn’t that bad...” she lightly smiled at me, which made my insides melt a little. God, the more I looked at her, the more beautiful and interesting she became.

Narrator’s P.O.V.

Axl bravely brought Phoebe back to their place, and Duff trailed along since he couldn’t wait to see Phoebe’s reaction. Once they reached the front door after about 10 minutes of walking along the tacky street of the Sunset Boulevard, Duff said, already starting to piss himself laughing:

“Brace yourself, girl” he smirked as he placed his two hands on Phoebe’s shoulders behind her.

Hey guys, tell me what you thought of my new chapter! Start stressing because this crash pad of GN’R’s did actually exist. They all lived together before they made it big and it was in that state, but probably even worse than I’ve described... I read about it on an article on Rolling Stone magazine’s website and on the VH1: Behind the Music of Guns N’ Roses.

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P.S. I’d like to dedicate this chapter to my friend @kamikazecat11 whose cat passed away earlier this week. He was a great cat (even though he didn’t like me that much :) ), beautiful as can be and he will be sorely missed, Lauren. My heart’s with you and your family.