Who Is He?

Who is he?

part 3 (a)

a/n: kinda spoiler but this is just a build up for the next two chapters. the calm before the storm 😈

warnings: im not really sure there are any

part 2

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Slash stares at them. He's not entirely sure how to feel. Axl was sitting on the wall with a black haired, pale, scrawny looking boy. All they were doing was sharing a joint. That's not what bothered him. People share joints all the time. What bothered him was how quickly he seemingly moved on.

Nat looks up at him, "are you okay? She carefully asks. He opens his mouth to answer, but Axl spots him, "shit," he says, a little too calm.

Axl comes over to them, the black haired boy following curiously. "Hey..." Axl says, looking down at the ground. Nat backs away a little. Slash stays quiet. "Uh... haven't seen you around in a while," Axl says, looking at Slash but not making eye contact.

"Been sick," Slash says, shrugging. Axl notices his bandaged wrist, and he immediately grabs it, "shit, what happened?" Slash feels his eyes welling up. He didn't realise how much he actually missed the ginger prick until now. The way he was gently holding his wrist and the concern on his face just like when they were dating.

They finally make eye contact.

They stare at each other silently. It wasn't hate. It wasn't love, it wasn't remorse, it wasn't guilt. It wasn't anything. But it was overwhelmingly all of those things at the same time. Slash breaks the silence after a long while, "who is he?"

Axl drops his wrist and clears his throat, "uh, t-this is Izzy... he moved here last week," Izzy smiles slightly. It was clear he didn't know about Slash and Axl. He was angry. "New friend of yours?" Axl at him with the same amount of rage. The way Slash had put an emphasis on 'friend' meant he knew there was something between the two of them. Both of them were angry with eachother.

Axl smiles angrily, "yep. New... friend."

"Uh, Slash?" Nat chimes in. He looks at her, "what?" She grabs his hand, "my dad... he's waiting for us... come on, you need to eat" Slash sighs and nods, "yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he says, then looks back up at Axl.

Nat has to physically drag him away.

Another few weeks pass. Slash and Axl had done a great job avoiding eachother. Nat was doing everything she could to distract him, and the thing that worked best was talking about her own love life.

It was a Saturday night, Slash was at her place helping her get ready for her date with Michelle.

"How many dates have you been on with this girl?" He asks. "Four" Nat replies, trying to fix her makeup. "Do I get to meet her?" She pauses. "Not yet..." He scoffs, "why not?" She looks at him and frowns, "because I'm not ready to introduce her yet!"

Slash sighs, "yeah, alright. You ready to go?" Nat smiles excitedly, "I think so... I'm really nervous. I might puke." Slash drops Nat off for her date and then he drives back home. On his way, he spots Axl and Izzy sitting in the park.

He grips the steering weel tighter, staring at them angrily. They were simply chatting. Until Axl looked over and saw Slash staring at them.

Suddenly Axl couldn't keep his hands off Izzy, grabbing him, kissing him, holding him. Slash drove off, pretending like he didn't care. Like it wasn't the most painful thing he'd ever experienced.

He drove off into the night, driving around aimlessly.