Izzy Stradlin²

You weren't someone heavily influenced by metal or rock, yet you surrounded yourself with punks, metalheads, and the like...

One of them was Izzy; you had known each other since childhood. You could always tell him apart because he was quite shy despite his influences.

You were surprised the day you saw him play live; you didn't think he'd be capable of performing in front of an audience, but he did.

Months passed, and bands came and went, until the most compromising one of all arrived: Guns N' Roses.

Yes, they were a bunch of alcoholics and drug addicts, but they all had talent.

Izzy lived with you; you were in college and rented a small apartment near his band's 'studio'.

It was a quiet weekend; it was Friday night and you had just finished some complicated exams.

So, why not a few drinks to relax?

Your head was resting on Izzy's shoulder while some random record played in the background.

"Who would've thought that a 10 like you would love someone like me..."

He spoke, clearly intoxicated by the alcohol, while caressing your cheek.