I'll Be There

Dj looked up from the pillow he had thrown his face in, along with the rest of himself when he plopped down on the bed after slamming the door on Axl. He sat up and looked at her, not realizing he was gripping the pillow. She seemed to not even notice her lack of attire as she stared at him curiously. “Would you like some more clothes?” he asked. She scratched her arm nervously and looked away, “yeah, please.” She replied. He got up immediately and searched his drawers. He pulled out his black shirt with the A logo on it and some jeans that were the same size as the stage pants she had worn before. He folded them and went to give them to her, but stopped in front of her instead, noticing her worried stare. “Why was Axl here?” she asked. This as a conversation he had wanted to avoid. His singer knew that he was attached to Raven even after his warning, and he wasn’t afraid to tell him it was wrong. How would he take care of this girl Axl had asked, “Where will she go when you’re on tour this summer, what will happen if she dumps you for the next rich guy in line?” Though it was true that he came off as a total ass, Axl was only looking out for his guitarist, he didn’t want him hurt. It was just his nature, and luckily Dj knew him enough to know that he was only worried about him. Raven was still staring at him expectantly. He couldn’t stand the lingering question in her eyes. He couldn’t stand that he was confusing her because of his own stubborn indecision. He kissed her then, deep and loving, searching for some answer that he couldn’t find. His heart fluttered and he pulled away, speaking before she could. “Listen, I’m sorry if I’m confusing you, but I promise I’m not leaving you…I don’t know what my feelings are right now, but I will always be your friend and I want you with me until I can decide what’s in my heart.” She simply nodded, only acknowledging that she would stay. Dj glanced at the clock just as there was a knock on the door. “Shit!” he said, “I totally forgot, Nikki’s here with lunch, go get dressed!” and he handed her the clothes, pushing her back into the bathroom.
I slipped into my undergarments and then his clothes, the pants a tiny bit big on me so I grabbed the belt from my first night. Outside I heard Nikki’s loud voice, “Open the fucking door Daren this damn food is hot!” I giggled to myself as I heard more complaining once Dj let him in. I grabbed the brush, running it through my hair once again, drying it almost completely. Then I dug out a comb from one of the many drawers and teased the back, then pulled my bangs down into my face. I smiled at myself, remembering the day 3 distant years ago that I had looked at my drugged self in the mirror pretending to be Nikki Sixx, and now he was right outside this door arguing with a guitarist that didn’t know if he loved me. I laughed suddenly as I realized how stupid this all sounded, like I was living some twisted fantasy. “What the hell are you laughing at in there?!” Nikki yelled, assuming I was listening in on them. I opened the door and peeked out, my green eyes sparkling as I smiled at them. “Well hey to you too moody.” I joked, stepping out and smiling at him. “You’re girlfriend thinks she’s funny DJ.” Nikki joked back, tossing his guitarist a strange look. “She’s not my girlfriend” he retorted, popping the cap off his beer with a snap. Nikki resumed glaring at me. “Well are you gonna stand there all day or come give me a hug?” He accused, holding his arms open. I laughed and ran to him, hugging him tight. We released the embrace and he looked at me, almost searching my face for something. “Look at you, you could be my teenage twin” he smiled. I was sure I blushed. “Uh, thanks I think.” I stuttered. Nikki went over and grabbed himself a drink, waving at the table that was piled with bags. “I brought Chinese Shit if you guys want it, you wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get it.” I laughed, “Great, I love Chinese Shit!” I said happily, already checking to see what was in the bags. Nikki grabbed an eggroll and plopped down on a chair.
“So tonight’s your last show,” The bassist said towards Dj, “What are you gonna do with your little fan here?” he asked, tossing a glance towards Raven, who was still busy searching the food. The guitarist sighed and sat beside his friend in another chair. “I don’t know man, I want her with me but I’m just not sure it’s the right thing to do.” He spoke quietly, hoping she wouldn’t overhear. Nikki tossed his feet up on the table and took a drink of his alcohol. He really wasn’t a drinker, but he always splurged a bit when he was with his friend. “There’s just something about her man, and I don’t know what.” Nikki said suddenly, staring at Raven now. A jealous tone accidently creeped into Dj’s voice, “Like what?” Nikki returned his eyes to his friend, “Not like that, I mean she’s just…I don’t know. She gives me a weird feeling.” Dj nodded, not quite sure what the bassist meant, and said “Yeah, me too.”
I took my mountain of Chinese and a can of sprite I found stuffed into the back of the fridge and sat by the guys. They were giving me funny looks so I said “You guys were talking about me.” Dj’s face instantly looked pale but Nikki was a natural born liar, so he easily changed the topic away from my statement. “Geez Dj, don’t you feed this girl?” He asked, gaping at my plate. I stuck my tongue out at him. “Yes he does, I just happen to like Chinese.” And with that I ignored them in favor of food. Nikki smirked and found the TV remote, complaining about how he’d rather be by his pool. Dj got himself some food and was quiet for a while, he looked deep in thought. I remembered how Axl was yelling at him, and wondered if everything was okay in the band. Then another thought occurred; what if he was talking about me? What if the singer didn’t really like me, it was just a ploy to get Dj too close to me and realize I’m no good for him..? I suddenly stopped mid bite and stared at the ground. Of course, why else would he be mad at him other than jeopardizing either the band or himself. Dj noticed my sudden silence and asked what was wrong. I stared up at him and said one word, “Axl.”
Dj froze and stared at her. What was she thinking? He tried to stay calm. “What about him?” he asked neutrally. “I heard you arguing, he’s protecting you I finally figured it out, Axl doesn’t want me backstage he’s trying to teach you a lesson.” Nikki suddenly looked very interested in the conversation. He didn’t comment however, he just sat back and listened. Dj got defensive. “That’s not true I-“ Raven cut him off. “Don’t lie.” He looked away. “I don’t care what Axl says ok.” She stood up. “I knew it! He doesn’t want me around you!” Nikki’s head turned back and forth between the guitarists. “I told you I don’t give two shits about what Axl wants!” Dj also stood up. She seemed not to hear him. “He thinks I’m going to hurt you doesn’t he?! He thinks I’m just some teenage bitch who wants you for money!” Dj glared at her, upset that she had figured it all out. He was even more upset that he didn’t know which side to take, Axl’s or his own. “Well?!” Raven yelled, getting more irritated. “What do you want from me?” he retorted, emphasizing do. Her face went blank. “I wanted you.” She said calmly, and she walked out. “Way to go dude.” Nikki said with a smirk.