When we finally landed in Germany, I was more than happy to finally hop off the jet and back onto land. I practically kissed the ground as I took the final step from the jet onto pavement. I heard Jasey snort when I fell to the cement in a failed attempt to embrace the earth below me.

"You okay, there, Abby?" She giggled.

"Land!" I cried out, lifting my fist towards the sky in triumph. "Land, at last!"

"Don't get used to it," I heard Axl snigger as his leather boots side stepped me and began walking towards the waiting limo. "We'll be traveling again soon enough."

I lifted my chin and stuck out my tongue at him. "Just let me enjoy this glorious moment, you Debbie Downer!"

Steven helped lift me to my feet and brush the gravel from my pants. He gave me his usual boyish grin. "Someone's happy, huh?"

"Sure am," I nodded.

He clapped me on the shoulder. "Good! You'll love Europe."

I watched as he followed behind Axl into the limo, his fluffy blond hair disappearing into the car.

"Come on, Abby." Duff slid his hand into my own and began dragging me towards the limo. I gaped down at our intertwined fingers with a raised eye brow. He was a nice guy, but much too brazen for me, and to be honest, I missed talking to Izzy.

I stole a glance over my shoulder at the brooding rhythm guitarist. He was sauntering behind us with Jasey clinging close by his side. I clenched my jaw at the sight and turned back towards the limo.

"You okay?" Duff asked, looking down at our hands. "You're giving me a death grip."

I loosened my hold on him with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Duff."

He beamed at me and winked. "S'alright. Your carriage awaits, my lady."

He held open the door as I clambered in and sat down beside Slash, who was slurping down a bottle of Jack. Izzy and Jasey slid onto the seats across from me before Duff ducked into the limo, slamming the door behind him and sitting on the floor between my legs. He leaned back and rested his head against my chair, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke into the air in front of me. I absentmindedly began toying with his hair.

"Oh, this is so exciting! I've never been to Germany before!" Jasey squealed, grabbing Izzy's thigh and gripping it tightly, digging her nails into it flirtatiously. I couldn't see Izzy's eyes because he was wearing sunglasses, but his face looked extremely bored.

"It'll be a lot of fun," Steven agreed.

"Just think of all the beer!" Duff chimed in enthusiastically.

Slash grinned. "I'm with Duff on that one."

I ignored their remarks and instead focused my attention on Izzy. It was starting to really bother me how little he was speaking lately. He seemed extremely moody and uninterested in the tour that was probably the highlight of his career. He should have been stoked.

I just wanted my friends to be happy and Izzy was my closest guy friend here, even closer than Jasey at times. He was the first member of the band I'd met, after all. Although I loved the rest of the guys, Izzy just made me feel very comfortable. He felt like home in this unfamiliar territory.

"Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"That feels nice," Duff's voice was soft and rumbling.

"Are you purring?" I laughed.

He chuckled. "Maybe..."

"Now I can call you 'Duff McCatgan'."

"You're not funny!" Slash said, laughing despite his words.

Jasey giggled. "Abby likes dumb puns like that."

I shrugged. "They amuse me. I'm weird. Whatever."

"I thought it was clever," Axl reassured me.

I smiled. "Thank you. I'm glad someone here has a good sense of humor."

I continued to massage Duff's scalp until Izzy suddenly sat up and leaned forward.

"It's my turn."

My fingers paused in the ocean of blond waves and I glanced up at Izzy. "Oh, 'Izz' it?"

Jasey shook her head and the guys burst out in laughter. Even Izzy cracked a smile at that one. "Yes, it 'Izz'."

I released Duff's head and he crawled up onto Izzy's spot next to Jasey while Izzy plopped down in front of me. I leaned forward and began combing through the strands of jet black hair. The roots were slightly greasy, but not enough to be disgusting or dirty, and it just felt soft as hell. I kind of wanted to nap in his hair.

"Nice hair," I commented.

"Mmm," he hummed back. He slowly began to relax under my soft touch and, as the tension in his shoulders began to leave him, he began to lean back into the chair and closer to me. A tiny smile crept onto my face as I felt the warmth of his shoulders radiating through my jeans. Maybe he had forgiven me for whatever I had done?

I looked up to stare out the window and saw Duff staring at the both of us intently and Jasey glaring at me. I pretended not to notice and stared passed them through the tinted windows.

A/N: Damn! Jasey is jealousssss! as always, read, vote, snort coke, hail satan, party like a rockstar, etc etc
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