80s Band Imagines

🧡Axl #2- Get Out

Angst/Language (Let's face it, if I wrote it it has language.)

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I hadn't seen Axl since he got married. I had been best friends with the redhead since we were 21. We were 27 now. The cause of the lack of time with him?

His wife. Erin Everly.

I knew she was jealous when I met her. I never quite understood why. I had never slept with Axl, looked at him as more than a friend, I kissed him once during a game of truth or dare. But that was the night I first met him and the band. 

I had never phased Axl, and I felt no need to make a fuss of things. 
The thing that probably hurt the most was when I didn't get an invitation to their wedding. The only reason I was even there was because I was Saul's plus-one. 

But again, I said nothing of it. 
Until now.

Axl had come to my house, out of the blue, blowing up at me for not talking to him.

"Woah, woah, woah, sit the fuck down. You do not! I repeat do NOT get to barge into my house and decide to blow a fuse. That is not how this works!"

"Well, you owe me some fucking answers, I have the right to blow a fucking fuse!"

"Sit the fuck down Ax, and act like a fucking adult and not a goddamn child."
I said calmly.

He huffed in annoyance and flopped onto my couch, me sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

"So, why the hell did you barge into my house with your neck veins sticking out?"
I asked leaning against his knees.

"You fucking left me."
He said not looking at me, but instead the ceiling.

"What?"

"You. Fucking. Left. Me."

"I heard you the first time asshole. The fuck are you talking about?"

"Ever since I got married you won't even look at me. You're always with everyone else."

"Because everyone else would have had the decency to invite me to their wedding. I was there because I was Slash's plus-one jackass. Some fucking best friend you are."

"I had an invitation for you. I was gonna bring it and Erin said she'd just mail it out."

"Well news-fuckin-flash Ax, your wife didn't want me there. But it's fine. Really. I'm flattered she's so jealous."

"Jealous? What's she got to be jealous of?"

Ouch.

"Our friendship. Ax, it's obvious that she can't stand me because I can read you like a book and she can't."

"I've known you way longer."

"It isn't even that Axl. You don't want to let her in cause you're afraid she'll pity you if you tell her the truth."

"And what's that huh? That I ran away when things got rough. That I abandoned my family. Or better yet, my mom abandoned me when she knew what was going on. That's real attractive huh."

"It's not about being attractive. It's about trusting her."

"I trust her if I married her, didn't I?"

"Love and trust are different."

"What do you know about love June. The only thing even resembling a man you've ever had was me."

"Maybe you should go."
I said growing irritated with the singer's presence. 

"Now who's the one throwing a fit?"

"Get the fuck out of my house."

"No. I came here for some fucking answers. I'll be damned if I don't get em."

"You wanna know the truth Ax. I stopped hanging around you, so I'd stop getting the fucking dirty looks from your bitch. So, she'd stop giving me empty threats. You know how many times she threatened to beat my ass? Huh? Oh, but Erin doesn't do any wrong. Erin didn't mention that to dumbass Axie did she?"

"You're the one that's jealous of her. And don't call her a bitch."

"You know Axl, I don't see much to be jealous of. But you're right she's not a jealous, crazy, psychopathic, bitch. But let me tell you this Axl. The next time she tells me she's gonna kick my ass, know this. I will not hesitate to kick her ass up one street and down the other. Now get the fuck out of my house before I remove you."

"Fuckin try to lay a finger on her and see what happens."
He threatened.

"Fuck you, Bailey. You fuck with me and see what happens. Get the fuck out."

Axl left. Quite frankly I didn't give a fuck about his empty threats. We both know he wouldn't do shit.

I just can't wait until the next time I see his bitch.