The hell house may had been absolute hell, but at least you had Steven around to make life somewhat sweeter. You were his girlfriend of 4 years, and Steven loved you more than anything. Almost more than he loved to be in Guns N Roses. The band was on a come up, he just knew it, and so did you. You had a strong faith that Guns N Roses were going to make it big one day soon. And the day they made it big was going to be the day that they made it out of the hell house. It was the most chaotic place you had ever stayed in. There were drugs and alcohol everywhere, some of the guys had their girlfriends in and out, or just argued really loudly. It was a lot, barely ever a quiet moment.

One night you and Steven were sleeping together, all cuddled and whatnot, until the both of you got woken up by the sound of Axl arguing with his girlfriend, whom came to spend the night with him. They were loudly going back in forth, you tried to ignore it, and so did Steven, but it was becoming a little reckless. The walls were thin, thin enough for you to hear every word of their conversation. Steven unwrapped his arms from around your waist and plugged his ears with his fingers, trying to block out the noise of Axl arguing in the hallway.

Steven: It’s too late at night for all of this! What would it take for them to shut up?

Steven groaned out loud as he looked over to the clock on the bedside table. He was right, it was late, it was three o’clock in the morning and they were going at it about who knows what. Everybody else in the house was too deep into sleep or just too high to even care about the arguing that was happening. You and Steven on the other hand, we’re starting to get fed up with it. All you guys wanted to do was sleep just one night without chaos. You laid there hoping that it would end, knowing that it wasn’t going to anytime soon.