Thank you axlslittlebitch, for correcting this chapter!
It's been a while since I published something, hope you'll enjoy it!
Th_a
- NO, I DON'T WANNA GO!
- STOP ACTIN' LIKE A CHILD AND LET GO OF THIS DOOR HANDLE! Slash yells out, desperately trying to get him off the door.
- NO FUCK, NO! GO TO HELL!
- AXL, I'M SICK OF YOUR TANTRUMS!
- AND I'M SICK OF YOUR MOM-ATTITUDE! DAMNIT, I'M AN ADULT!
- YOU!? AN ADULT? ARE YOU FUCKIN' KIDDING ME!? YOU CAN'T EVEN FEED YOURSELF!
- THAT'S NOT TRUE, I CAN!
- NO YOU CAN'T ASSHOLE! YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT SOMEONE WHO TAKE CARES OF YOU CUZ' YOU JUST DON'T FUCKIN' TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!
- FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME!
- I KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T ONLY FEED YOURSELF WITH PIZZA, BEER AND WHISKEY! THAT'S ENOUGH TO SAY I KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU DICKHEAD! AND NOW, AFTER THIS PEACEFUL CONVERSATION, CAN WE GO PLEASE!? CUZ' I'M TIRED OF SCREAMING LIKE THIS FOR A STUPID BLOOD TEST!
- I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU, I DON'T WANNA GO AND I'M NOT GONNA GO!
- OOOH, YOU'RE GONNA GO YOU SON OF A-
BAM.
Okay, you know when you open a bottle of champagne and the cork flies off in the air all of a sudden? You get it, right? Right, that's what happened, with Slash and Axl. So, Axl suddenly let go of the door handle, falling back and colliding with the poor curly-haired man, both of them ending on the ground.
- Man... Slash whines, my tailbone hurts... Aah..
- FUCK OFF...!
- YOU-
- No, no, no, I’ve had enough insults for the rest of the day!
Slash sighs deeply, annoyed by his fucking lover's mood.
The redhead gets up, facing the other with a threatening look - Don't even try to drive me to the goddam hospital.
- I'll take the risk. And he gets up too, strongly taking the older one's shoulders.
- SLASH! I TOLD YOU I-
- SHUT THE FUCK UP! He yells, pushing him towards the car, or I'm gonna have to gag you...
- SLASH! LET ME GO! He starts thrashing around.
- AFTER WE GO TO THE HOSPITAL!
- SLASH, SLASH! YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKIN' MOTHER!
- NO, I'M JUST ABOUT THE ONLY PERSON WHO TAKES CARE OF YOU!
- FUCK OFF!
BAM. He pushed him into the car, closing the door.
- NO! SLASH NO!
- We'll go to the hospital, you'll get that fuckin' blood test, we'll come back home and then I'll leave you all alone. Okay?
- NO BLOOD TEST.
- No way.
- OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!
- Uh uh. The guitarist shakes his head, getting behind the wheel - No baby, no.
- SAUL.
- And stop yelling like that. He sighs, starting to drive.
