ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ - Guns N' Roses Imagines and Preferences

Preference - High School

Duff -
Your first had met Duff in seventh grade, when you had to work on a writing project for a book you were reading. *wink wink it's The Outsiders*

The two of you agreed that you would write the essay at your house, so the moment he showed up with a box of pencils that fell on the floor along with blank papers, you knew he was gonna be a pain to work with.

"Ok, so we have to find symbols that Ponyboy gave in the first chapter. I think if we reread the chapter we can-" You explained but stopped when you looked up to see Duff sleeping. Not wanting to wake him up, you wrote a portion of the paper.

A dazed and confused Duff woke up, rubbing his eyes as he looked at you writing. "Hope you had a good nap." You blankly said as you continued to write. "How long did I sleep for?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes. "About 25 minutes." You answered.

"Shit I'm sorry." He apologized. "It's fine." You told him. "Well you seem kind of pissed off." He said as he saw your angry face. "I'm not mad." You smiled. "Oh well you looked mad." He said again. You sighed. "Come help me with this paper." You said as he moved his chair towards your desk.

The two of you ended up getting along great. You both finished the paper, and even had the energy to make revisions. By the time you both finished your paper, it was already dark.

"I think I gotta head home now y/n. Otherwise I'll miss the last bus stop." He said as he grabbed his belongings. "Y-you can stay here if you want." You offered. "What about your parents?" He asked. "It's not like we're gonna be doing anything 'bad'" You raised your eyebrows. "Besides when my cousin stayed over a couple weeks ago he left some clothes so you can wear them." You explained. "Alright, I just have to call my mom and tell her I'll see her in the morning or when I get out of school." He smiled.

"Mom, this is uh Duff. Since it's late can he stay the night?" You asked as you went down the stairs. "Sure." She nodded, but gave you a questioning glare.

The two of you slept downstairs on the couch, by the request of your mother. The two of you built a pillow fort and watched the short season of The New Adventures of Batman. You both would definitely have a good friendship to come.

Izzy -
You were partially the reason why Izzy stayed in school. You brought a sense of energy he'd rarely see in a charismatic young person, so he enjoyed seeing you at school. The two of you were both aware of each other, but never really talked to one another. You both crossed paths in an odd situation.

"I think he really likes you." Your friend whispered to you as she pointed to the figure. No, it wasn't Izzy. In fact he looked like the complete opposite of what Izzy looked like. He was short, but nonetheless was handsome. He had bleach blonde hair with green eyes, and fair skin. He waved at you as you waved back.

Your friend chuckled as she saw your small encounter. "You should talk to him." She said pushing you towards his locker.

"Hi." He smiled. "Uhh hi?" You responded. He seemed like a nice guy, but right away you could see your personalities weren't the same. He had an egotistical tone when he spoke, which was an instant no for you. He may have been attractive, but you'd rather like someone who had similar likings to you.

You two engaged in a short conversation, until a tall figure approached the three of you: you, your friend and the guy who 'liked' you.

"Excuse me miss. My locker is right there." He said. "Oh I'm sorry. I'll move." You apologized as you scooted over. He smiled at you as a thanks.

"Hey man, she could stay here if she wanted to. Why does she have to move for your dumbass?" The guy yelled. "It was no big deal. He had to get to his locker." You told him, but he wasn't having it. "I just had to get my stuff man." He said as he opened his locker.

"And he's not dumb. Don't be rude." You glared at him. "Forget it." He said as he pushed the guy into his locker.

"Hey are you okay?" You asked. "I'm fine. He's just mad because I ruined his other chance to get with a girl." He laughed. You nodded holding back a laugh. "What's your name?" You asked. "My full name is Jeffrey Dean Isbell. But you can call be Jeff." He held out his hand. "My names y/n l/n." You smiled as you shook his hand.

After your odd encounter with Jeffrey, the two of you began to talk more, often getting weird glances from the guy who tried to hit on you when you would talk at his locker.

Steven -
You and Steven had been friends since elementary school, but around middle school he would leave and come back often staying with his mom or his grandmother. The two of you still kept a strong friendship, calling each other almost everyday and night.

Steven came back for school this year, and you were more than glad to see that your friend had been in your classes.

He had completely changed though. He still had his same attitude with life, he had developed a stronger passion for music. Eventually he missed out on school more to do what he loved to do: play music.

Sometimes you would skip classes to go see what he was doing, most of the time he'd hang out with your shared friend, Slash.

Eventually, you went back to school, and some days you'd see Steven, and sometimes he wouldn't show. You'd help each other with homework but most of the time he'd just ask you for advice for his guitar he wanted to play.

You finished high school even after Steven left, but school was really boring. You'd still hang out, and eventually started to date as Steven traveled the state of Los Angeles, going from staying with his mother to his grandmother.

Needless to say, you both built a strong friendship, which turned to be a great relationship once you started to date.

I'd like to thank Lizziedoo22 for giving me inspiration to write this because I had major writers block

Also look at how adorable the band looked like when they were kids!!!