Anastasia

Happy

October 30th, 1987 Guns n' Roses at CBGB's

Ana P.O.V

"I smell crack." I walked into the already crowded venue. The last time I was in New York I was fifteen and attending a Columbia University summer camp which my parents had forced me to take. Fuck's sake, that was one of the many reasons I hate New York, aside from the fact that my ex-boyfriend was from here.

"Of course you do, what else were you expecting?" Slash drunkenly slung his arm around my shoulders as he guided us both towards the backstage entrance. He was immensely drunk and I was 'responsibly', as I put it, high.

"Where's Izzy, he promised me he had something for me." I leaned my head on his shoulders as we continued walking.

"He's back here somewhere, what does he have?" he raised an eyebrow at me knowing completely well what Izzy had.

"Ugh, you're such a kid." I shoved him off laughing which ended up in a game of basically pushing each other from wall to wall. He stopped it by grabbing me by my waist and picking me up so I was straddling his hips and pushed me against the wall. His face connected with my neck which caused for a moan to slowly escape my lips, "I hate you," I admitted but still trying to bring him closer to me,

"Mmhm, sure," he smirked against my neck and continued what he was doing which led to a hickey being formed in under five seconds.

His lips met mine and I could taste the whiskey, almost getting drunk from it myself. "You have a show in like 10 minutes." I pulled back and pressed my forehead to his.

"When has that ever stopped us?" he laughed and continued kissing me. I smiled, giving into the temptation.

"Woah! Fucking get a room! Jesus Christ, I'm not drunk enough for this." Duff yelled from the entrance of the hallway as he lifted up his bottle of vodka and took a big swing. "Slash, we're going on in five, fucking get your shit and let's go." he tilted his head to make eye contact with me, "Ana, as always you're looking dashing,"

I flipped him off as Slash lowered me to the ground. He shook his hair and adjusted his hat before looking back at Duff, "Yo, where's Izzy you know?"

"They're all on stage except for you. Dumbass." Duff took another chug of his vodka and disappeared off to the stage entrance.

"Ugh, I have to go," he gave me another kiss, pulling me by my t-shirt against his body. "We're not finished yet though," he took my hand and led me with him to the stage entrance and showed me where to sit on the side.

I screamed and clapped as he made his way onto the stage alongside the rest of the audience. Watching him perform was always so amazing. It gave me a high no drug or alcohol could ever gift me. He had started becoming a different kind of addiction, but instead of tripping me out and numbing my brain, he did the total opposite. The last year with him, he had made me feel alive, made me do things I was too insecure of doing, he would push me to do better, motivate me, make me feel beautiful and force me to live my life without no care in the world. He made me feel enough...He was the first person to have ever made me feel this way and as I watched him on stage performing, our eyes meeting every few minutes with him winking at me or giving me a smile, I knew that I never wanted whatever we had together to end.

--

I woke up that morning not sure how I ended up where I was. You know that brief moment when you wake up and you can't remember anything and your mind is completely blank. Yeah, I felt that not for just only two seconds, but for a whole hour staring at the ceiling. Slash was next to me, I knew what we had done last night, that was for sure, but I had completely forgotten the events that led to the moment, or what I was even on. I remember my nose bleeding and laughing about it with me, Slash and 4 other people I couldn't name in the bathroom...but that was it. It felt amazing.

"Good morning," Slash turned over, his hair covering everything but his lips. "You good?"

"I'm more than good," I dragged my leg on top of his torso and straddled him from the side. Our naked bodies were clung to one another underneath the sheets.

"Did you have fun last night?" he kissed my forehead "It got a bit crazy though at the end huh?" he laughed wrapping his arms around me.

"You make me feel happy to be alive again, and it's absolutely disgusting." I smiled up at him.