Conflicted : Pt. 2🎀

Conflicted Chapter 19🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

We arrived at a small gig that Guns N’ Roses were set to play, shortly after 8 p.m since they usually always played an hour later than scheduled.

Everyone got their instruments set up as they hopped onto the bar stage tuning their guitars and warming up, to play an acoustic version of “Mr. Brownstone” , “Sweet Child O’ Mine” & many others.

Axl and Izzy were planning on doing a duet for Paradise City but Axl stormed off, leaving Izzy clueless.

“The fuck is your deal.” the Indiana native spat, giving Axl a dirty look as Axl went about his business ignoring him and doing some vocal warmups.

“Baby just ignore him. I think he’s just a bit on edge.” I said rubbing his back.

“I think I’m gonna puke seeing you too.” Axl snarked rolling his eyes at us, moving his chair to the other side of the stage by Slash, taking the microphone with him.

“We need to do a duet and the microphone has to be in the middle of the stage.” Izzy told him, snatching his chair and tugging it back in the middle.

“I don’t need you. My voice is perfect on its own.” he smirked, grabbing the chair and planting it back on the other side of the stage.

"Shut up fuckers, we’re on in 5 minutes." Duff yelled, suffering from a severe headache brought on by yesterday night's partying, which Axl and Izzy intensified.

“Wait! I forgot my drumsticks.” Steven chirped scurrying backstage.

“Great.” Axl retorted, slumping down into his chair.

"Axl!" I heard a girl shout from behind the stage, sitting on a stool, along with other seating configurations on a platform above, with stairs leading down to the stage where the rockers would be performing soon.

She had long curly brown hair, that made her blue eyes pop and a voice that seemed hardly audible even when she shouted.

“Erin baby, you came.” Axl grinned blowing her a kiss.

"Baby?" I wondered, curious about when they got back together and why he would talk to me if he had a girlfriend.

“Jealous?” he smirked, seeing my confused expression which quickly turned sour upon seeing his smug attitude.

“Jealous!” I scoffed, correcting him by saying how disappointed I was.

“Your not my mother…..although if you wanted-

“Okay stop it.” Duff grimaced putting his hands over his ears.

“You guys are not going to treat my sister like one of your groupie whores and take turns with her.”

“Who said we’re taking turns?” Izzy countered, raising an eyebrow at Axl, wondering if anything had happened between the lead singer and the young girl whose heart he had stolen.

“Nothing happened between me and Axl!” Maddy huffed, causing everyone to look at her sudden outburst, stomping her feet as she went up the stairs to sit next to the quiet girl she had observed from earlier.

“Hi. I’m Maddy.” I smiled sweetly, extending a hand out to the bright eyed girl next to me.

“I’m Erin.” she smiled, giving off a soft vibe like she wasn’t a threat and seemed like a sweet girl who didn’t even look like she belonged with the hard rock singer, with her simple outfit.

"Your Duff's…….sister?" She queried, narrowing her eyes at me.

“How did you know.”

“You both have the same mannerisms and are really sweet.” she explained, with the same warm grin.

I returned the smile and got along well with her as the boys performed their songs perfectly, which surprised me given the circumstances from earlier.

One thing I had noticed about Axl and Izzy was that no matter how much they hated each other at times, they made sure to make each other look good while performing, not allowing one person to shine alone but equally sharing the spotlight, which is why they had been friends for so long because they respected and cared for each other deeply.

I hated seeing them fighting and was happy to know that they got along for the show and even hugged it out on stage, not that Izzy was an affectionate guy but Axl was and he made sure to show out for his loved ones.

“You guys were great!” Erin and I squealed rushing down the steps to give each of our guys a hug.

“Thanks Maddy.” Axl cockily grinned, putting his arm around Erin as she ignored the obvious looks he was giving me.

“Come on let’s go.” Izzy muttered, throwing his arm around my waist and placing a kiss on my shoulder, walking me backstage.

“Erin seems like a very sweet girl. I’m glad Axl found someone like her.”

“Yeah. He needs more than her to save himself.”

I didn’t inquire further, nodding, since Axl was a touchy subject.

“I wanna talk about you.”

“What about me?” I giggled, suddenly nervous by the way he was looking at me while he had me pinned between his hands, leaned back against the wall.

I felt my face flush as his hand went to rest on my cheek, running his thumb across my glossed lips, pressing down on the middle of them to form a pout around his thumb and teasing it inside.

“Suck it.” he demanded.

I gradually sucked on his thumb, moving it in and out between my puffed up lips remaining eye contact with him as I pulled off with a pop before spitting on it like he spit in my mouth and letting it drip down, collecting it all before it splattered on the ground beneath us, licking around as I evenly spread the wetness, taking it all the way, bobbing up and down and releasing to kiss his lips with a trail of spit connecting my lips to his thumb.

“Does my baby want my cock that badly that she has to make a mess all over my thumb?” he asked, kissing my lips, engulfing the trail of spit and releasing with a wet smack.

“Yes please. I want your cum. I want it all over my tits and my pussy, an-and all over my body.” I whimpered, as he snaked a hand down my body to aggressively rub my pussy over my panties in fast circles.

“Get on your knees.” he spat yanking on my hair to pull me down, on my ass, letting my legs fold on the ground in a “W” , so I could have my pussy against the ground to rub against.

I grabbed his cock and spit on it letting out a big bubble and blowing on it, creating tiny bubbles and rubbing my lips across it like it was a lip product, back and forth before kissing the tip.

"Take it down your fucking throat." He groaned growing tired of my teasing as he bucked his hips forward pushing my head down, causing me to choke and tear up, forcing him to let go, and let me cough it out before thrusting his cock back down with no remorse, gathering my hair in a messy ponytail to move up and down his hardened length.

I let go of his cock with a sputter, his precum mixed with my spit pouring down onto my tits, as I rubbed it in to give him a show, watching him jerk off in front of my face.

“Such a fucking slut for my cock. You just turn into a little bitch for it.”

“Only for you Izzy. I love being a slut for your big cock.” I replied, giggling as I licked a stripe up his cock while he stroked it over my face.

“Get up I wanna fuck you now.” he grunted pulling me off the floor by my underarms like a rag doll and flipping me around to face the wall, roughly pulling my skirt down, forcing me to stick my ass out for him, while standing on my tippy toes since he was significantly taller than me.

My sneakers squeaked against the ground as he pushed into me from behind wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me firm on his cock while the other pinned my arm up against the wall.

I gasped, arching my back as my pussy became ten times wetter, hearing the lewd noises of his cock entering in and out of my pussy.

“Be fucking quiet.” he growled in my ear.

“You don't want your brother to find us and witness me fucking his baby sister like the desperate little whore she is, would you?”

I loved hearing his perverted comments, enjoying how dirty he made me feel.

“I think you would love it if everybody were to see the cockdrunk slut you are." he spat, causing me to sob.

“I-Iz!” I squealed feeling pleasure waves throughout my body as his cock repeatedly poked against the spongy region of my pussy, making my eyes roll back and incoherently blabbering over and over again about how big his cock was.

“I said be fuck-ing quiet.” he hissed going deeper with his thrusts, moving his hand from my waist to my mouth covering it tightly.

I moved my hand over his, desperately trying to hold onto something as I felt my orgasm approaching and my legs going weak while he pounded into me faster.

“I-I’m gonna cu-cum.” I whined, muffled by his large hand, before he moved it abruptly to rub my clit as I let out a big squeal feeling a gush of liquid release out of me while I tried to stay on my tippy toes with my legs that were now worn out and shaking.

“Shit shit s-shit. Fuck-k yeah baby give it to me. Give me all your fucking cum.”

I squealed pushing Izzy away as I felt very sensitive coming back down from my high.

He pulled himself together while I stayed still trying to catch my breath after squirting.

“That was so hot baby. Did it feel good?” he asked as he buried himself in my neck.

“Y-Yes.” I breathed out, looking down my leg, and seeing his cum spill out.

I reached down my body, whimpering at the feeling of pushing his leaking cum back into my sensitive pussy.

“I would fuck you again but we have to catch up with the guys. Your brother is probably wondering where you went.” he sighed moving his hair out of his face.

I fixed myself and ran my fingers through my hair making sure there were no knots.

“Why don’t you go fix your face in the bathroom while I see what they’re up too?” Izzy suggested, seeing my red stained cheeks and smudged makeup.

“Okay.” I smiled reaching up to give him a kiss as he walked off.

I ventured off into the quiet bathroom fixing my face by running a wet napkin over my smudged mascara and reapplying lipgloss to my swollen lips, when I saw Angela walk in.

The same Angela that used to be Izzy’s favorite groupie.

What was she doing here?

“Hey Maddy!" She grinned, in the fakest voice I'd ever heard.

“Hi.” I responded, meekly.

“You look like you’ve been having fun. Who’s the lucky guy?” she smirked.

“Let me guess. Axl?”

“Axl? No. I’m with Izzy.” I reply, annoyed at her attempt to small talk answers out of me.

She appeared perplexed at first, but then lifted her brow, staring down at her hands as she played with the crusted nail polish.

“So you both are like official now?” she asked, the fake voice suddenly replaced by a bitter tone.

“Yes.” I blushed thinking about earlier while re-applying some fresh coats of mascara.

“Well I think that is very brave of you.”

“What do you mean brave?” I asked.

“Y’know….Izzy’s history with women and all.” she exhaled.

“Izzy is a changed man.” I sighed, annoyed by her false propaganda of trying to deter me away from him.

“I've heard Axl is in love with you." she spat, prompting me to halt in the middle of applying mascara and turn to face her with the wand in hand.

“What told you that?” I hissed, wondering if Axl was going around telling everyone our business.

“Erin Everly, his girlfriend.”

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Conflicted Chapter 25🎀:

Maddy P.O.V:

The day had become increasingly cold, and the weather had been dreary and pouring all morning, casting a heavy fog over the Emerald City and dampening the mood for today's Guns N' Roses concert.

The band had already sold out Lumen Stadium and were determined to perform rain or shine, not wanting to disappoint their anticipating fans.

I didn't see them much throughout the day because they were at rehearsal early in the morning to make sure things went smoothly for their concert later. Izzy left me a letter saying he was going to be late arriving home, so I didn't bother calling him because I knew he wouldn't answer since he was preoccupied.

I was left upstairs in the meantime, looking through my closet for something perfect to wear to the event. I came upon something I wouldn't often wear: a tight black leather skirt and a black crop top paired with knee high boots.

I made my way to the mirror, double-checking my appearance to ensure that I would stand out from the crowd and that Izzy saw me differently, rather than as an immature youngster. Because the women he constantly dated were double his age.

“I’m home!” my mom called from downstairs, prompting me to rush down.

“How would this look at the concert?” I shakily asked, showing off the rock girlfriend outfit I had put together.

“Maddy, you know how I feel about clothes like that.” my mom grimaced, disapproving the tiny black skirt and top that didn’t look appropriate for my age.

“Please! Everyone wears this to rock concerts.”

“I am not letting you go to a rock concert dressed like a hooker sweetie. Find something else.” my mom insisted.

“Okay fine.” I sighed, trudging myself back upstairs.

If she didn't let me wear it, I'd sneak it out of the house. I could disguise my shirt by wearing one of Duff's t-shirts over it and a long skirt.

My mother would have no clue.

… … …

“Madalaine! Come down or else the boys are going to be late!” my mom yelled, forcing me to quickly spray some perfume and slap on my black choker necklace.

I rushed down the steps covered in Duff’s AC/DC graphic tee and my large pencil skirt my mother had bought for me, my first day of high-school which I never wore till today.

“Why are you dressed like a school teacher?” Axl snickered, at my choice of clothing.

“Leave her alone. She can wear whatever she wants, whether it be an old lady costume.” my brother replied, pausing afterwards and wondering why it came out so terrible yet sounded nice in his head, as he wrapped his arm around me.

Axl, Slash, and Steven burst out laughing, even Izzy, which made me feel sad embarrassed about my choice of apparel, making me contemplate if I should have worn a different outfit to cover my clothes below.

“Okay let’s go now.” Axl said, looking down at his radiant gold watch.

“Good luck boys! And don’t drive fast.” my mom warned, as we all piled out the door one by one.

“Don’t worry Mrs.Mckagan. We’ll be safe.” Steven chirped giving her a toothy grin.

We all crammed into Duff's car, and since there wasn't enough place for me in the the backseat, I had to sit on Izzy's lap in this hideous skirt.

I was starting to cringe while wearing the outfit and wanted to take it off, especially since I was sitting on his lap. I didn’t want him to think I was some loser dressed up like this for a rock concert.

So I quickly shoved the pencil skirt down my silky smooth legs, which had been moisturized and shaved because I intended to wear such a short skirt. And took off Duff's tee, leaving me in the clothes I had intended to wear to the show if not for my mother.

I heard Steven gasp, instantly, next to me, like a little child who had just seen his elder sister doing the worst conceivable thing.

“You look hot, Maddy.” Slash smirked, eyeing my short choice of clothing for the night.

I adjusted my top slightly so that my cleavage was not too apparent; I didn't want to seem trashy, but I did want to feel sexier.

“Whoa baby. When was this?” Izzy whispered from behind me, putting his hands on my visibly exposed waist.

I turned my head to face him, whispering in his ear that I wanted to look sexy for him, and returned his gaze with pouty lips and wide eyes. He looked at me with lustful eyes and grasped my waist more tightly, forcing me all the way back on his lap until my back was lying flat against his chest.

“I would’ve taken you right here if I didn’t have any respect for your brother.” he growled in my ear, yanking on my hair lightly.

My eyes fluttered as I heard his obscene remarks in my ear, and I was about to let out a small whimper but Axl had interrupted.

“What is going on back the-…..whoa.” Axl gulped, looking me up and down.

“Hey, stop looking a-…….Maddy what are you wearing!” Duff yelped, attempting to cover his eyes at his baby sister wearing a black mini-skirt and a crop top with skin prominent.

“It’s fine. I think she looks hot.” Axl grinned looking back towards me, and Izzy, who was scowling at him.

“Ewww. Stop it everyone! Stop staring at my sister please, for christ sake.”

“We can’t help that she’s sexy, man.” Slash shrugged.

Steven exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention to the large stadium that awaited them, as well as a few fans who had been camped outside.

Duff parked the car in the parking garage where there were no fans or workers to protect the band's privacy. They wanted to welcome their fans on the way in, but they knew their management would disagree.

“That skirt better not come up more than that.” Duff groaned looking at my mini skirt that was inching it’s way up towards my underwear.

I nodded embarrassingly, fixed my clothes in the reflection of the car window, and applied some lipgloss for Izzy.

“We have 30 minutes to set everything up and make sure our instruments are in tune.” Axl spoke, drinking some water and a cough drop to refrain his throat from straining.

“You guys go ahead, I think I forgot my cigarettes in the car.” Izzy said, patting down his pockets to see whether they were still there.

“Alright. Be quick.” Axl huffed, as the band entered in one by one through the large door with the huge banner that read, “Welcome Guns N' Roses to Seattle.”

“I’ll come with you.” I remarked, gazing between the boys who had disappeared halfway down the hallway and Izzy.

“Okay quick.” he replied, jogging to the car and opening it, rummaging among my discarded clothes and some rubbish in Duff's car, hoping to locate his pack of Marlboros.

“Where are they.” he groaned, searching through some old cassette tapes in a last minute effort.

“Why don’t we ask Slash, he always carries some.” I asked, leaning against the car, feeling the cold metal pressing against my exposed legs.

“I guess.” he sighed and closed the door, coming to stand opposite of me, gazing at my attire.

“What?” I muttered, blushing as I turned away from him, shying from his gaze.

“Just that you look great tonight. I never expected you to wear clothes like these, but now that you did, I want to see you in them all the time." he smirked and brushed my hair off my shoulders, revealing more of my top.

He traced my collarbones before letting his fingers slip the straps of my clothing down, allowing it to fall loosely like an off-the-shoulder top, and reached forward, laying a wet kiss on my neck, causing me to take a deep breath in and close my eyes at the sweet sensation of him biting at the sensitive flesh.

He spun me around effortlessly, and I placed my hands on the car and arched my back, exposing my ass through my skirt. I glanced back at him with lustful eyes, as he grasped my ass, rubbing the warm flesh, before spreading it apart to gaze my pussy, which my lacy black underwear had been engulfed by, but it was no problem for Izzy as he traced my puffy lips that spilled out, like it was a piece of art he was working on.

I heard the stadium share something about my brother's homecoming over the loudspeakers, which made me cringe and jump away from Izzy to fix myself.

“We should go..” I advised as he nodded in agreement and walked beside me, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his mouth for a quick peck before removing himself from to jog to the set where the rest of the band was.

I shook it off and noticed a large crowd of fans already gathered around the stage, looking up at the band, who were currently strumming out their instruments to determine whether or not their guitar was tuned.

Slash was grinning at some of the girls who were wearing little to no clothing, sending him flirting winks and obscene gestures, as well as flashing him parts of their, while my brother was receiving the same treatment and grinning.

Gross.

Steven was busy pounding away in his own little universe, his hair bouncing up and down with his speed, and as usual, Axl was nowhere to be found but Izzy was just quietly strumming his guitar as he looked out into the crowd, when I noticed one female in particular smiling and waving at all of them like she knew them personally.

“It’s Pam!” Steven exclaimed as he stood up from the drum set and waved her onto the stage.

“Hi!” the blonde woman chirped, wearing nothing but a small stage outfit, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Pam, good to see you.” Duff smiled and hugged her while checking her out.

Gross again!

“Izzy. How are you?” she asked softly, looking at him as if she were in love with

“I’ve been good.” he replied uninterested, looking down at his guitar that he was currently strumming.

“Y’know ever since we broke up. I’ve been doing well and I hope you are too.” she cooed, trying to grab onto his arm to which he moved out of reach.

“I just told you I’ve been good Pam. Get over it.” he huffed, retreating away from her and to the back corner of the stage where he sat down on the end of the mini platform that was on top of the stage.

“Trust me. He’s way over you.” Slash smirked, looking over at me, making her snap her head to give me a nasty glare.

“Who is she?” the blonde woman named Pamela spat.

“Izzy’s girl and Duff’s little sis.”

“What is a little girl like her doing with Izzy? Doesn’t he like his women with a little more experience.” she laughed, clapping her hands as she flipped her hair back over her shoulder.

“Obviously not or else you would’ve still had him.” I told her rolling my eyes at her ugly attitude.

“You guys could fight…or kiss and makeup whatever you prefer.” Slash grinned, while Duff grabbed him and shoved him away from his little sister, annoyed by his raunchy behavior.

“Where’s Ax?” Pamela whined.

“Who knows.” I grumbled walking to where Izzy was.

“What’s up?” he asked, looking up from his guitar to meet my big brown eyes.

“Nothing. I just met your ex.” I sighed, looking back at the blonde girl who was now glaring.

“Ignore her. She’s just stuck on our past relationship.” he insisted.

“What about Angela? Was she doing the same?” I spat, annoyed by his nonchalant demeanor, at the fact of his ex showing up for their show.

“Baby-

“I’ll be back.” I interrupted, stomping backstage where all the employees were setting up catering and the tables for the management.

I wondered where Axl had gone to hide from all of the craziness, and found him sitting quietly in the dressing room, smoking a cigarette and drinking champagne.

“I thought you’re supposed to be rehearsing.” I mumbled, slumping down onto the blue couch that was placed in their dressing room by request of Axl.

“I am. I need to be away from everyone so I can do my vocal warmups.” he muttered, blinking his eyes in annoyance at my presence.

“Okay I guess I'll leave." I huffed and trudged out the door.

He did not stop me or change his opinion, instead allowing me to leave with nowhere to clear my head, which made me more frustrated.

First, that blonde woman appeared out of nowhere and turned out to be Izzy's ex, and then Axl practically booted me out of the dressing room.

I began to cry because I felt unwanted and started to feel like an idiot in these clothes, even though I had felt so confident from before, but now I was rushing past people, hoping to find the bathroom so I wouldn't have to deal with the shame of anyone watching me cry, and sprinted towards the women's bathroom when I finally noticed it.

There was no one in the restroom, so I quickly chose the farthest stall away from the door to close and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall across my naked legs.

The door opened, and I hurriedly wiped away my tears and tried to contain my sniffles, which were escaping at a rapid pace.

“I can’t believe he’s with that little bitch.” I heard the same woman from earlier shout.

“Who even is she?” another girl spoke.

I looked through the crack in the stall and saw Pamela with another girl who looked to be the same age as hers with a big grin and short brown hair, while they were styling each other's hair with hairspray and applying mascara.

“Adrianna, I can’t believe he would leave me for that.” she groaned, reapplying a dark shade of lipstick to her already chapped lips.

“It’s okay Pam. You can always go for Duff or Slash.” she cooed, wiggling her eyebrows in an attempt to make her friend laugh.

“I don’t want them. It’s either Iz or Ax.”

“Then go for Ax. He was telling me earlier when I visited him in the dressing room, how happy he was, to know that you came.” the girl with the brown hair spoke.

That bastard.

“I guess you’re right. Let’s go.” they both nodded as they made their way out of the restroom.

I ran out of the restroom and dashed over to the arena, suddenly remembering about the show, knowing my brother would be worried about where I went.

I could hear the song "Paradise City" playing throughout the arena, the same one that had been playing on my television when I presented my mother to Izzy.

I looked for Izzy and saw him strumming his guitar along, with the song, occasionally making a gesture to the audience, which exploded.

Axl was bouncing all over the stage and doing his dance moves in between singing breaks before returning to shouting his voice out.

Duff caught me peeping out of the curtain and smiled brightly, as did Slash, so I gave them a quick wave and a thumbs up to let them know they were doing an excellent job but they already knew it.

They had the girls going crazy, flashing them, and the boys in the crowd couldn't get enough of it either.

I saw Izzy look across at me with a blank expression on his face before, acknowledging my presence, and returning his gaze back to the crowd.

I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my brother, bouncing up and down for him whenever he had a solo moment.

They played a few more songs before calling it a night and thanking everyone who came out to see them, notably Duff, who praised the city of Seattle for their support and expressed his love for his hometown beyond all else.

They all packed backstage and went to the dressing room to shower before sitting down with towels around their necks to cool down.

Slash came over with his curls drenched in water from the shower and flicked some of it off onto me making me cringe.

“Ew stop it!” I squealed, hating the tiny droplets that landed on my bare skin.

“Ew sToP it.” Axl mocked, making me angry with him all over again.

“Leave her alone guys.” Duff shouted from across the room, currently giving a groupie an autograph on her tits.

Ew ew ew.

“So, where is your boyfriend hm?”

“Thought he would want to spend more time with you, now that your dressed hot for once.” Axl smirked coming up behind me to play with my hair and twist it around his finger.

“Don’t touch me.” I spat.

“Damn. I guess he left you for some groupie then? Or maybe Pam…?”

I turned around to face him with my eyes narrowed.

“How do you know they used to be a thing?” I wondered.

“Everyone knew. We all shared.” he grumbled, as if I were too naive to comprehend.

“Shared?”

“Yes Maddy. Shared. As in Izzy would fuck her and pass her to me and then I would share her with Slash, so forth.” he stated as if it was no big deal.

I looked at him with a shocked expression making him roll his eyes.

“Yeah I know. I’m a terrible person. I don’t need to hear that from you.” he huffed walking away.

I now felt stupid for thinking the Pamela girl was anything special, but I couldn't get over how Izzy had nearly dumped all of his girlfriends.

I did not want to end up like that. And I definitely did not want to be shared.

I exited the changing room for some fresh air and noticed Izzy at the other end of the corridor conversing with the Pamela girl.

I scrunched my face upon seeing this and immediately stomped over to where the two were at and shoved the girl so hard that she fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, hissing in pain as her back felt broken.

“Stay away from my boyfriend.” I spat, grabbing Izzy and pulling him aside to a small corner around the hallway.

“I didn’t know you had that in you.” he smirked taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Why were you talking to her?”

“I wasn’t. She corned me.” he shrugged.

“Why are you acting like it’s not a big deal that she’s talking to you. She’s your ex!” I shouted, increasingly frustrated at how nonchalant he was behaving towards the whole ordeal.

“Maddy, stop overthinking about everything that involves me and another girl.” he hissed, grabbing my arm rather tightly.

“Let go Iz. It hurts.” I whined, ripping my arm from his grasp.

“Fuck m’ sorry baby.” he apologized, kissing my arm.

“It’s just, sometimes you don’t trust me and that makes me upset.” he told me, grabbing my hands in his to tug me elsewhere.

“C’mere, let’s go somewhere more quiet.”

… … …

Are you going to write more chapters for the conflicted series?

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Conflicted Ch 30🎀:

Maddy sat at the edge of the bed, contemplating her thoughts.

After Izzy had cornered Maddy, Axl came to see how everything was going and invited Maddy to come talk with him about something serious after he left her hanging downstairs. She politely declined and left to go in the empty media room where the tv was playing an ongoing loop of everything Guns N’ Roses.

But her eyes were fixated on the tall bassist and fiery redhead. Her chest tightening as she watched them.

Izzy turned, his dark hair catching the rays of the stage light, and it was almost as if his eyes found hers through the screen.

Even from the television, Maddy felt the pull of him, the magnetic force that had drawn her in since she came out here for the first time.

His quiet confidence. And the way he always seemed to know what was going on with her, whenever she couldn’t.

But then there was Axl.

Loud, brash and impossible to ignore.

Maddy dropped her gaze, her thoughts spiraling back to the moments that had brought her here, stuck between two boys who couldn’t be more different………

Flashback: 2 months ago

The first time Izzy kissed her, they were sitting in the room of her brothers apartment. It was a hot summer night, the air thick with the scent of honeysuckle. They’d spent hours talking about everything and nothing, their legs dangling over each others.

“You ever think about the future?” Izzy had asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Sometimes,” Maddy had replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But it feels so far away, you know?”

Izzy had nodded, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, littered with glowing stars. Then he turned to her, his eyes searching hers. “I think about it a lot. And you’re always in it.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers. It was tentative, sweet, and it made her heart race in a way nothing else ever had.

Maddy blinked, the memory fading as the present came rushing back. She glanced toward Izzy again, her heart aching. Things had been so simple back then. But now, everything was complicated.

Ever since Duff had found out, it had been nothing short of a rollercoaster of emotions tearing through her heart every single night.

Axl’s laugh broke through her thoughts, drawing her attention. He was leaning against the frame of the now opened door, his arms crossed, his signature smirk firmly in place.

And then there was Axl.., painfully arrogant, a whirlwind of ego wrapped in leather and chaos, his voice cutting through the air as sharply as his unapologetic self-importance.

But even in his world of glittering façades and hollow adoration, he couldn’t ignore her—the one who was real in a sea of fake smiles and fame-chasers. She saw through the noise, and for the first time, he found himself craving something deeper than the spotlight…..

Flashback to Duff’s apartment……..

It had been a chaotic party at Duff’s, the kind of party where the music was too loud and the air smelled like cheap beer and perfume. Maddy had been standing in the kitchen, nursing a soda, when Axl had appeared beside her.

“Not your scene, huh?” he’d said, leaning casually against the counter.

“Not really,” she’d admitted, glancing around the crowded room.

Axl had grinned, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, then. Let’s get out of here.”

Before she could protest, he’d grabbed her hand, leading her out the back door and into the night. They’d ended up at the old train tracks, sitting on the hood of his car and talking until the sky turned pink with dawn.

“You’re not like other girls,” Axl had said, his voice low. “You’re… real.”

Maddy had laughed, shaking her head. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you don’t pretend to be someone you’re not,” he’d replied, his gaze intense. “And I like that about you.”

Now, as she sat on the worn down sofa, Maddy felt the weight of those memories pressing down on her. She cared about both of them, but in such different ways.

Izzy represented safety, the kind of love that felt like home. He was the boy who knew her favorite book, who remembered the little things that no one else did. Even when he would hurt her the little things he would do for her would make up for it.

But Axl… Axl was fire. He made her feel alive in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Maddy sat on the couch, legs curled beneath her, staring blankly at the muted television. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the screen and the warm light of a nearby lamp. She wasn’t watching anything in particular; her mind was too cluttered with thoughts to focus. The weight of the situation bore down on her, pressing against her chest like an invisible hand.

The creak of the door broke her trance. She didn’t have to look up to know who it was. She felt his presence before she even saw him. Axl stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his leather jacket still on, as if he hadn’t decided whether he was staying or leaving. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into her, but she refused to meet them.

“I know you see me,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence. “But you’re choosing to ignore me.” He stepped further into the room, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. “The problem won’t go away just because you’re pretending it doesn’t exist, Maddy.”

Still, she didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the couch cushion, but her gaze remained fixed on the television.

Axl sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You’re making this harder than it has to be,” he muttered, his tone softer now, almost pleading.

Before she could muster a response, another figure appeared in the doorway. Izzy. His presence was less imposing, quieter, but no less intense. His dark eyes flicked between Maddy and Axl, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You’re not helping, Axl,” Izzy said, stepping into the room. He crossed the space to Maddy’s side and crouched down in front of her, his tone gentle, almost tender. “Hey,” he murmured, reaching for her hand. “You don’t have to say anything. I know this is a lot, but I just want you to know how much I care about you. How much I love you.”

Maddy finally looked up, her eyes meeting Izzy’s. There was a softness there, a vulnerability that made her chest ache. He squeezed her hand lightly, as if grounding her in the moment.

Axl scoffed from across the room, his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s your pitch, Izzy? Sweet words and puppy-dog eyes? You think that’s enough?” He took a step closer, his voice growing sharper. “I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be. At least I own up to my mistakes. I don’t hide behind pretty words.”

Izzy didn’t flinch. He stayed focused on Maddy, his expression calm and resolute. “This isn’t about being a man, Axl. It’s about what she needs. And she doesn’t need someone who’s going to bulldoze their way through her life.”

Maddy inhaled deeply, finally finding her voice. “Stop,” she said, her tone firm but not unkind. She looked at Axl, her expression pained but resolute. “I can’t do this anymore. I care about you, Axl, but this… this isn’t right for me. I need to move on. We both do.”

Axl’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and hurt. He opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. Instead, he nodded stiffly, his lips pressing into a thin line. Without another word, he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Maddy exhaled, her shoulders sagging with the release of tension. Izzy sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You okay?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know.” she croaked thinking about the consequences of her actions.

“Hey, don’t worry about him okay?” Izzy groaned.

“I can’t just not worry about him Izzy!” she sternly replied.

“Why not?” he harshly asked.

“Because I care for him a lot.” was the last thing she said before getting up and leaving out the door.

authors note: thinking about ending this at 35!!

Conflicted : Pt. 7🎀

Maddy P.O.V

Axl joined us a while later. It was peaceful but then Axl mentioned something about rehearsal and Izzy started arguing with him about it.

And instead of helping, Duff turned up the radio even more to drown them out leaving me stuck in the middle.

"Guys stop please!" I pleaded pushing them away from both sides.

“Sorry, Maddy. But my friend Izzy here has an issue with my singing, and I need to figure out why." Axl argued.

“That's because everytime something doesn't go your way you disappear and our fucking song goes unfinished!" Izzy yelled.

“Izzy stop.” I begged, pleading with eyes.

“Whatever.” he scoffed turning the other way to face his window.

Axl gave me a strange look, glancing at both of us before shrugging it off.

“Axl how are you and Erin?" I asked, not sure how else to start a conversation.

"She’s fine. Why do you care?"

“I was just asking." I said, rolling my eyes.

“So did you enjoy my L.A tour, or would you like another private one?" he grinned, scooting closer towards me.

I noticed Izzy shift in his seat when he heard Axl, so I played into it.

I laughed and twirled my hair with my finger before responding.

“Yes I would like that."

“Are you gonna wear that sexy outfit of yours that you wore last time?” he smirked.

“Okay that’s enough Axl. Leave the poor girl alone.” Izzy spoke.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re just jealous because you want her.” he retorted making Izzy scrunch his brows.

“I don’t!”

“Save it Izzy. I can tell the way you look at her you have the hots for your best friend’s little sissy.” Axl mocked.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Izzy asked putting an arm around me.

“Fuck off. She doesn’t want you.” Axl barked pulling me into his arms.

“She doesn’t want you either!” Izzy spat yanking me back towards him.

“STOP.” I yelled causing Duff to slam the brakes.

“What’s going on!” Duff yelled turning around to face Izzy, Axl and I.

“Nothing.” we all said in unison.

“Okay well not that any of you were paying attention but we’re here.”

We all climbed out of the car wanting nothing more than some fresh air.

Axl and Duff went running towards the beach but Izzy pulled me back behind a shed and shoved his lips on mine hungrily.

“Stay away from Axl.” he whispered pulling off my lips.

“You’re not my boyfriend.” I huffed crossing my arms.

“It doesn’t matter. Your mine.”

Duff P.O.V

I wasn’t a dumbass as everyone around me thought.

I saw the way Izzy looked at Maddy and I intended on letting him know to back off.

If there was one thing I was keen on, it was keeping family away from any of the guys.

Including Izzy.

He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. And I saw the way he treated women like they didn’t mean anything to him.

I’m not saying I’m any better but I know I’m better than Izzy regarding women.

He didn’t even flinch when Angela was being shared between the guys.

It was a normal occurrence to him and I wasn’t gonna let him turn Maddy into a slut.

“Hey man you coming or what?” Izzy asked coming up behind me.

“Yeah. Hey Iz can I ask you a question?”

“Sure what’s up.”

“Are you seeing Maddy behind me back?” I asked scanning his face for any reaction.

“Maddy? Come on Duff she’s like a little kid.” he joked.

I saw Maddy listening to us out of the corner of my eye and once Izzy turned around she stomped off looking pretty upset.

What was that about?…

“Okay. I’m just making sure bro.” I told him giving a pat on the shoulder before joining Axl in the water.

Maddy P.O.V

I trudged around the water looking out to the waves when I saw Duff talking to Izzy with his arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“Are you seeing Maddy behind my back?” Duff asked giving Izzy a stern look.

But instead of admitting to it, Izzy gave a big laugh and shrugged it off calling me a little kid.

What the hell does that mean?

I stomped off annoyed by the attitude I was receiving from his and went to sit on the bench which was located on the other side of the beach.

This day sucked and I just wanted to go home and forget about all of this mess.

Clearly Izzy didn’t care enough to tell Duff about our relationship and I didn’t want to lie to my brother about it either.

So I decided I was going to call it quits with Iz.

I felt like that was the right thing to do.

“Maddy.”

“What do you want Izzy.” I sighed in defeat.

I quickly wiped the leftover tears off my face and scooted over allowing him to have a seat.

“I know you heard the conversation with Duff.”

“It’s fine. You did what you had to for your friendship.”

“I know but it was fucked that you had to hear that and so I’m sorry.”

“What exactly do you want me to say though?” I spat back.

“I just heard the guy I’m in love with talking in such a demeaning way about me.”

“You love me?” he softly asked pushing my hair out of the way so he could see my face.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just tell me you love me. Even if you don’t mean it please.” I begged letting a tear fall down my cheek.

“Fuck Maddy.” he shouted.

“You don’t even know what love is. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” he urged.

“This is humiliating. I have to leave.” I bawled getting as far away from him as far as I could.

“Wait.” he yelled but I kept running until I bumped into Axl.

“What’s wrong?” he asked pulling me into a hug.

“I-Izzy. Doesn’t love m-me.” I sobbed crying into his bare chest with my salty tears.

“He’s no good for you. I’ve known him ever since we were little. He’s never gonna change.”

“Maddy. What happened!” Duff called out grabbing my face between his hands.

“Nothing. C-can we go home?”

“Of course. Let’s go right now.”

Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters

i’m so excited to go out in cute outfits this summer

if you film it while i suck it you could be a superstar ☆౨ৎ