#i mean. theres not so much slaxl in here but still

[arnold-layne]

Collage Slaxl pleaseeee

here you go babygirl <3

“So how was the exa-“ Slash began as Axl walked into the room. The loud door slam already told him everything he needed to know, but Axl looked like he had a lot to say in addition to that, and did not linger to do so.

“This dick! This asshole! This bastard!” Books flew from the table at a wave of a hand. Slash stepped aside so the hard covers wouldn’t hit him on the foot. Paper flew all over the room.

“Hey, those are expensive,” he said.

“So what?” Axl grumbled, “I was just gonna set that motherfucker’s book on fire anyway.”

“It would hurt him more if you sold it. He won’t get no money from someone buying a new one.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. No, no, imagine what he said! ‘Mr. Rose, you don’t appear to take the subject seriously’! If I didn’t take it seriously, I wouldn’t have come to the goddamn exam!”

“Why’d he say that?”

“Because he expected everyone to arrive in fucking suits, I suppose. Imagine being so insecure that your ego gets hurt when a student wears jeans to your exam!”

“I don’t think he’s insecure,” Slash picked up a textbook, flattened out its pages and put it back on the table. “I think he’s a self-centered arrogant dickhead who thinks that everyone should do what he wants.”

“Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Mr. Freud,” Axl rolled his eyes and plopped onto a chair. “We got any beer?”

“In the fridge. So when’s the retake?”

“What retake?” Axl kicked the fridge open, pulled out a bottle of beer and cracked it open right on the fridge door.

“Of the exam.” Slash raised his eyebrows. “Don’t just tell me you stormed out the room without learning when the retake is.”

“Why would I? I got an A.”

Slash frowned. “What?”

“Are you deaf? I got an A. I don’t need to retake the exam.” Axl sipped his beer, openly enjoying the transformation of Slash’s face from confused to angry.

“Then what the fuck was all this about?!” Slash pointed at the books on the floor. “The door-slamming, the screaming?”

“He didn’t like my hair!” Axl murmured defensively. Slash picked up a book and threw it at him. He missed, but Axl had to jump to the side and spilled beer all over his shirt. “Is that what I get instead of a congratulation?! This is my favourite tee!”

“It’ll wash off.” Slash waved his hand. “You really gotta reconsider your priorities, Rose.”

“He’s still an asshole,” Axl took off the t-shirt. “And so are you! Got an A, and all he does is throw books at me! I’m not appreciated in this house…” He opened a closet and dug into a pile of clean – at least Slash hoped so – t-shirts, mumbling angrily.

Slash sighed.

“Pick something nice,” he said. “Let’s go eat out, celebrate your good grade.”

Axl emerged out of the closet with a clean t-shirt in his hands. “That’s better,” he grinned.

#axl rose #slash #slaxl #i mean. theres not so much slaxl in here but still #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfiction #axl is a little bitch and he likes throwing fits but hes also a smart motherfucker and would actually do well at school if he cared enough #you cant change my mind #i didnt forget about blurb requests babes im just slow with them #and thank you for sending in so many <3 #ill get to them eventually #fanfiction #my writing