The Chicago and Canada shows had been almost carbon copies of the Detroit show. At every venue, Jasey and I would end up throwing shirts at hoards of people until the concert began, and then we would hurry back stage to get our VIP view of the show, which always seemed to have its perks.

We got to party, meet other bands, and horse around on stage, which ultimately would result in stage diving. So, when it became time to pack up and go to Europe, not only was I very bummed to leave North America, I was also extremely anxious as I had never been on a plane before.

"You okay?" Axl asked me as he stood by my side next to the private jet the airport had scheduled for the band.

"Yeah. I'm just a little nervous."

"First time?" Steven asked, also stepping up beside me.

"Yes, actually."

"Don't worry," Duff said with a wink. "We'll be gentle."

Axl laughed and draped an arm over my shoulder. Over the course of the tour, when Jasey wasn't on his jock, Axl and I had actually grown pretty close to one another. Although he did have his major douche moments of going off on people or skipping shows for no reason, when you spoke to him one on one, he was actually pretty nice. Still, his aggressive behavior often made you feel like you had to be walking on egg shells when you were around him.

"Come on, Abby," Axl said, "I'll help you on board."

I hid behind my hair sheepishly. "Thanks, Ax."

I looked over my shoulder and saw Steven grabbing his bags and Duff was helping him, Izzy was looking somewhere off to the right in the distance with his sunglasses on, and Slash and Jasey were still stepping out of the limo. I sighed. Jasey had taken a break from Axl and Slash to fool around with some of the other bands' members. She had not yet gotten to Duff and Izzy, as far as I could tell. However, I was worried that she would soon snake her way into one of their beds sometime soon, especially since Izzy hadn't really spoken to me since that night we fell asleep together.

Maybe it was a good thing that I was getting closer to Axl. Maybe he could help me decipher Izzy, I thought as I allowed Axl to guide me up the steps and onto the jet.

The inside of the jet was very chic and had leather seating with smooth, wooden tables in between them. There was lush carpeting and wide windows, not to mention a small bar and a large television that just seemed to be luring us in.

"It's amazing!" I gasped.

Jasey squealed. "This just gets better and better!"

The rest of the group piled in behind us and made themselves at home in the large, comfy chairs.

"Come sit by me!" Steven patted the cushion beside him. I smiled and strolled over to him, nearly tripping over Izzy's long legs as I passed. He didn't even budge.

Steven handed me a cup full of a clear liquid and told me to chug. It left a burning trail down my throat and I realized it was vodka.

"We'll be taking off soon," he said. "I don't want you freaking out on us."

I chuckled. "Thanks, dude."

Slash slouched down beside me, a guitar cradled in his arms, and he began plucking at the strings. "Ready for Europe?"

I trembled with the anticipation. "Yes! I'm so pumped, seriously."

He grinned, his pearly whites just barely visible under that mass of hair. "Like I said before, it'll be fun."

I nodded and accepted another drink that Steven handed to me, chugging it down in a matter of seconds. Despite being in a jet, I imagined our chances of crashing were much smaller than if we had taken a regular plane. Not only was it smaller-therefore, in my mind, less likely to have problems-but, I mean, who would let Guns N Roses die? The logic of it was stupid, and sure, accidents happen all of the time, but the thought comforted me, and that's all that mattered.

My body jolted, and I was forced awake by one of those goddamn falling dreams. Being on a jet, I instantly jumped up from my chair, scared that we were crashing and falling to our doom. When I looked out the window and saw that we were still very much in the air, I caught my breath and relaxed.

"Are you okay?"

I leapt at the sound, letting out a small squeal and whipping my head around. There was Axl, standing behind the bar, pouring himself a drink. Everyone else was scattered around, covered in blankets and sleeping softly. I gulped and rubbed at the back of my neck.

"Yeah. Just had a weird dream."

"Gotcha'," he said. "You want a drink?"

I stepped over Steven and Slash's sleeping bodies and sat down at the bar. "Sure."

I watched him mix me some brew before sliding it over. I picked up the glass and sipped at it. It was strong, but not terrible.

"Hey, Axl?"

"Hm?"

"Is Izzy mad at me or something?"

He paused for a moment and set down his glass before looking me in the eyes. "What makes you think that?"

I shrugged, tearing apart the small, square napkin that lay under my cup. "I don't know. He just hasn't spoken to me much since Detroit. You're his closest friend so I figured you would know if he was upset."

Axl stared at me. He looked a little sympathetic, but you could tell that, whatever he was hiding, he sure as hell wasn't going to share it with me. "Izzy's just quiet. Always has been."

I nodded, a little put out that Axl wouldn't even tell me what I'd done wrong. "Thanks, Ax."

I turned in my stool and slid off of it. I walked back to my chair and sat down, hoping I could just go back to sleep. Just as I began to slip into a glorious slumber, the jet began to tremble and I tensed up.

A stewardess entered the room from the front of the jet, an apologetic smile on her red lips. "I'm sorry, everyone. We are passing over some rain clouds so you can expect a little bit of turbulence throughout the night."

"You've gotta' be fucking kidding me," I growled into my blanket as she disappeared back behind the door she had entered from. I turned over, telling myself to ignore it and just go back to sleep, instead, I trembled and shook with every movement the plane made.

"This is bullshit," I mumbled.

It was then that I felt arms wrap around me, pulling me back against someone. It was then, and only then, that I felt warm and safe. The shaking didn't seem as violent, and my body didn't seem as vulnerable. I nuzzled my face into the soft fabric of of the blanket and finally drifted off to sleep.