it was a late night in Los Angeles...even though it was late at night..it was loud..kids along the sunset strip doing dumb stuff...adults and wannabe Rockstars shouting and yelling outside...

Axl was asleep..slash was asleep..Steven was asleep..Izzy was probably reading in his room and duff?...duff was drunk and high...and Inlove...

He stumbled into the hell house high out of his mind...normally he'd go to his room and go to sleep..wake up the next morning and repeat...

But this time..he wondered into your room...you were awake but tired...sitting in your room and reading a book..you loved reading...you only loved two things..reading and music...well and your dog...

Once you hear footsteps through the hallway and your door opening..you look up to see who it was..surprised to see it was a drunk duff...he didn't have a problem with you and you didn't have a problem with him...but..you two were never friends...even though you helped with music and toured with his band multiple times..

There was always something about duff that made you wonder..

"..H-hi..aceeeyyy!"

Duff slurs out with a happy smile on your face..closing your bedroom door...