1988 You and Slash met a couple of years ago at a bar. There was something about you that he really liked, so that’s why he kept you close; as a friend with benefits. Calling you over whenever he needed a relief became a habit, and in his case; not a healthy one. He never really spoke to you about his problems, just jokes and hookups. But today it was different, he wanted to talk to you about all the bottled up emotions that he gathered over the time. So he called you over at his place. When you entered the house you were ready for him to immediately jump at you–like he usually does– but no. He was instead sitting on the couch with a stoic expression on his face, staring at your skimpy outfit, as if judging you.

“No, not today.” He bluntly said, as if reading your mind.