It's not that Axl is the sweetest person in the world...

But, come on, he'd fallen in love. You've known him since he was a kid, you've been with him on every one of his projects. From A.X.L, to Hollywood Rose, and now Guns N' Roses. He remembers you as someone who also encouraged him to discover more bands besides Queen. You'd been accused of being a rebel once, but... You were always a sweetheart. Such a sweet and understanding girl, you were a great listener. But, maybe that's why, now that you're both adults, he can't help but look at you with loving eyes. Maybe that's why he never asked you out. He doesn't want to hurt you.

But Axl is selfish, and he just can't help it. It's such a stupid and deep feeling. This was more than attraction; he wanted something with you. That's why, now the two of you together, after he'd played a concert with the band, you're there. Although the silence was heavy. The two of you were on a random bench in a plaza in the middle of the night, both of you silent. Why was there silence? Easy, there was an awkward situation. Not to mention that Axl had had a "small" argument with Izzy when, after the concert, they were all together, he flirted a little with you. You didn't like Izzy; in fact, you grew up with him too. But, anyway, Izzy had gone a little too far. After all, Izzy was a little drunk. Anyway, that had caused a problem, an argument until you yourself dragged Axl somewhere quiet. You didn't like fights, especially when it wasn't really interesting.

Anyway, he just snorted, his hands balled into fists. He was still angry, but he hadn't uttered a single word—until you spoke.

—"I don't understand. You and Izzy, without being adults, are still making a scene like we did when we were kids."

You said, sighing. It's not that you were never disastrous with them, but you'd definitely grown up and realized how uncool it was to see two 25-year-olds fighting over a women. Axl sighs, not saying anything about it for a few seconds.

—"Don't start, grown-up lady. And don't overreact so much either."

Axl puts you down, not continuing this stupid, awkward topic. You glanced at him and nudged him in the shoulder—you knew he was responding that way because he was angry. He'd regret it later. You read him like a book.

—"You talk like that'll defuse the situation. I just want to know one thing."

You looked at him; he looked at you before shrugging and nodding casually.

—"Do you like me?"

There was silence, an awkward silence again. Or rather, for the first time in years, Axl felt stupidly stupid. He looked down again, his fists stopped clenching, and he thought for a moment.

—"That doesn't sound like your problem..."

Axl answers quickly.