You looked at yourself in the mirror, applying some red lipstick on, remembering how you had managed to steal it from a nearby store some weeks ago.

Times were difficult and being one of the only people who worked, you had to put all your money into paying the bills.

Being Axl’s younger sister had its advantages, but sharing the apartment withthe band wasn’t one of them. They were always drunk or high, yelling and laughing at anything, and you were lucky if you could come out of the shower and not find one of them using the toilet, since the apartment’s locks didn’t even work properly.

It was hard in the beginning, getting used to their personalities and habits, plus all the bitterness among themselves, but slowly, day after day, you started to like them, they started to feel like family, people you were comfortable to be around.

You liked Slash’s jokes, and the way Steven would always keep you company when going to the beach, you liked the way Your brother Axl would come up with a different nickname for you every day, just to let Izzy pissed, always making you laugh. And oh, Izzy, how was it good to have him around, always looking up for each other, and the one you had gotten closer to was Duff with your late night movies