Angie's POV; 18 years old (Present)

I was still looking wide-eyed as I starred at my old house. Which was now burned down. What happen? Who did this? Are the guys ok?

I felt tears coming up at my eyes as I turned around to face Slash "What happen here?" I asked him with tears streaming down my cheek.

Slash looked down "A fire. A big one." He answered "It happen about one year ago. Before ya came back."

I looked between Slash and the burned down house. "O-One year ago!? A-And what about the guys? T-They are okay, right?" I smiled a sad smile "P-Please tell me they are okay!" I told him and rubbed my eyes with the ends of my leder jacket.

But he just sighed "I wish I could tell you what happen to the guys. I don't know how they are or where they are."

I took a few shaked breaths, collecting my thoughts. All the time I just wanted to see the guys and have them in my arms. And now I see their house destoryed and nobodys knows where they are. Or even if they are alive.

If Slash wouldn't have been here, I would have screamed like a little girl. Cried until the rest of the world would hear it. But I didn't, wouldn't.

Slash sighed and bought me in a tight but quick hug. "Hey, don't worry 'bout them. They are tought. They are okay." He whispered in my ear. I nod and whipped the last of my tear on my jacket.

We stood there in silence. Nobody said or did anything.

"Does April still live at her place?" I asked quietly, almost in a whisper. Slash looked suprised at this question. "Um, I guess so. Why?" He told me.

"'cause, if anyone knows where the guys are" I looked up "then its April!"

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"Thanks." I told Slash, kicking the ground "For bringing me here."

We walked a few streets from the old house to April's place. Slash said she would still live there. I hope so.

"No big deal." He shrugged "If something is, just call me, kay?"

I nod, still not meeting his stare. "Hey, look at me" He told me and put his hands on my shoulders, make me looking up to him "Everything will be alright. Trust me. If you find them, call me, good?"

I sighed "Good." He let go of my shoulders, and playfully punched my shoulder in which he bumped later on. "Ouch." I said and rubbed the spot again.

"Y'll find them, tiger!" He called to me, as he walked away. I just smiled and shook my head. My smile fade when I looked at the house. I used to visit April alot in the old days. Not only for school stuff.

We were best friends. And now I didn't know if she was even okay. Or even here. I took the steps until I was at the front door and looked through the doorbell signs. And on the last one it stood.

O'Neil

I sighed and pressed the doorbell.

And waited.

(A/N: I'm so sorry that it wouldn't be longer. I didn't had other ideas. ;m; sorry...)