It's So Izzy (Duzzy)

chapter 17

Izzy's POV

I sigh, staring at the white ceiling almost wistfully, I feel my muscles relax and the rest of the air in my lungs slowly leave, I feel my body against the sheets, my hands, my arms, my neck, my head... I feel a thread of hair stinging against the freshly made skin of my chin. I enjoy the peace that settles in my head for the first time in a long, long time.

but it doesnt last long.

"hey izzardd wathca doing?" i turn to see slash standing in the doorway holding a glass of jack daniels in hand
"not much" i say

"trouble in heaven?" i nod "the giraffe stole my jack and went to his room" and he looks into his glass and realizes i just look up at the ceiling

"didnt you try talking to the blondie?"

  "doesn't wanna talk to me"

"gosh why you two are so complicated?" he looks to the hall and then back to me

"look, you can try letting him fuck you to make amends"

i roll my eyes and laugh "fuck you slash"
"no i'm serious, my girl did that to me the other day, it was awesome!"
I turn to him "oh I can imagine"
he shrugs "but think about it, albino, don't rule out that option"

let him fuck me... oh how this all happened... if little fourteen year old jeff heard about it he would scream "hell no".

It makes me remember our first time... ah when all this wasn't just about pleasure...

it was much deeper than that.

[ August 17, 1982. ]
[ Los Angeles, California. ]

     The boys were exhausted. this was a really long show. Not long ago, slash had convinced the owner of the bar where he had gotten a job as an employee to let us play some covers and original songs for the small audience. Everyone was dead tired, each thrown in a corner. Duff was lying on the top bunk of one of the bottom bunks, and on the bottom bunk was Steven, snoring and halfway out of the bed. izzy was in one of the armchairs, completely out of orbit and in the middle chairs a faded redhead and a brunette who believed to be the dumbest guy in the world at the moment. axl was sleeping like an angel, his copper hair falling softly over his face and his head resting on slash's shoulder. these weeks slash had served as axl's personal pillow

"duff is too quiet"
slash opens his mouth while izzy is still looking at the ceiling

"let him slash, he's probably just sleeping."

silence settled and all that could be heard were steven's snores

"but what if he has, I don't know, died"

izzy snorts heavily, lowering his legs from the chair and sitting down as he brings the rest of his cigarette to his mouth

"Duff, are you alive?"

he asks in a higher tone, enough for the blonde's head to turn towards him
"yea, kinda of"

izzy turns to slash
"satisfied?" izzy snorts, putting his legs back on the armchair "you guys have been spending a lot of time with steven, my god."

the door opened slowly, a smell of something deliciously hot edible invaded everyone's nostrils, waking up stee at the same moment, who jumped out of bed in seconds

"Am I still drunk or is this really real food?"
Michelle, our friend had left the house, and when passing by an Italian restaurant, she quickly remembered how much Steven loved Italian food, so she decided to stop by and buy some things for the boys, knowing that they shouldn't have even seen anything other than ramen noodles. and bar food leftovers a long time ago.
"I passed a restaurant and thought I'd get you some pizzas." she began to gently remove the boxes from the bags