✯𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞✯

Izzy was woken up by the distant ringing of his phone. After ignoring the first 3 calls, he realized that whoever was calling wasn't giving up until he answered. Stumbling out of bed, he picked up the phone in hopes that the response on the other end wasn't a waste of his time: time meaning sleep. "Yeah?""Izzy, I just wanna talk." he heard the painfully familiar voice respond."About what, Mikayla? You wanna talk about how you're just a petty bitch who could give a shit about anyone but herself? Do you wanna talk about how you're so insecure that you have to throw yourself at everything that walks because you crave validation and then come crying to whoever will listen because your life is just so terrible and nobody loves you? I have nothing to say to you. Don't call back." Izzy hung up the phone before Mikayla could even respond and he went back to sleep.

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Jolting awake once again, this time to the sound of the doorbell ringing, Izzy rolled over and covered his head with his pillow as he hoped whoever was at the door would go away.Once again, ignoring the problem didn't solve it. He stumbled out of bed a second time and walked to the door.

On his way, he realized that chances are it's Mikayla who's at the door. Ready for a fight, he braced himself for what was about to happen. "I'm gonna call the cops," he yelled as he went to open the door. "I'm sick of your shit-" he stopped after realizing who was actually at the door."What the fuck, Iz?" Steven asked with a confused and concerned look, lifting his arms in an 'I'm not gonna do anything to you' manner."Shit. Sorry man. I thought you were somebody else. Come in." Izzy replied.

"So that Mikayla chick still won't get off your dick, huh?" Steven asked as he sat down on the couch."She called this morning bitching again and woke me up. I hung up on her and went back to sleep. Then the doorbell rang and I thought it was her again, but it was you... thank god.""Well, I'm glad that me being here is a relief for you." Steven replied. "So what are you doing tonight?""Well, I um... I have a date." Izzy answered with a slight laugh."Damn, already?" Steven raised a brow. "Mr. Stradlin is a ladies man, I see.""Hey, the name isn't Stradlin for no reason." Izzy responded with a laugh."Yeah, yeah." Steven smiled. "So who's the new girl?""Her name's Samara. I met her at this shitty little bar the night I broke up with Mikayla.""Can't take a break, huh?""No seriously man, she seems different. I think she's really a good one." "Yeah, okay sure. You say that every time; then you're onto the next girl before the week's up. You're just a hopeless romantic, man." "Maybe..."

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"Oh shit, I have to get ready." Izzy said, jumping up off the couch after looking at the clock and noticing it was 6pm. They'd been talking for so long and got so distracted that they completely forgot Izzy was even going anywhere.

Izzy went upstairs and got dressed while Steven stayed on the couch watching tv.

"What d'ya think?" Izzy asked as he walked back down the stairs. He wore a loose black button up shirt, which was unbuttoned a little at the top, with a pair of simple black pants, along with some black leather boots. He dressed it up a bit with some diamond stud earrings."Fuck, you look hot." Steven answered. "You think?" Izzy replied with a laugh."Hell yeah. I mean I'm not gay or anything, but... shit.""Well, thank you. I guess I better get going then.""Alright. Is it cool if I chill here? I'm kinda invested in this movie now." "Yeah, whatever. Just don't trash the place." "Thanks dude. Have fun." Steven said. "Hey, and use protection!" he shouted to Izzy as he walked out the door. Izzy just laughed and went on his way.

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Izzy sat alone at the booth in the corner of the restaurant as he waited on Samara to arrive. 7 o'clock rolled around and after a while, he started to think his date wasn't going to show. Luckily, he realized that he was mistaken as he looked up and saw Samara approaching the booth he was sitting at. She had on a fitted black crop top with a leather jacket and some black denim pants, along with black heel boots. To tie it together, she had smokey eyeshadow and dark mauve lipstick paired with hoop earrings and some diamond bracelets.

"Well, I feel overdressed." she said with a laugh as she walked up to Izzy."Is that supposed to be an insult?" he questioned jokingly as he stood up to greet her."Not at all. You look great." she replied, bringing him into a friendly hug."Well, so do you." he smiled, hugging her back before they both sat down on either side of the table.

"Sorry I'm late. I lost track of time." she said with a nervous laugh."Oh, it's alright. It happens, I get it. Trust me, punctuality is the least of my worries nowadays." he reassured her.

The two of them ordered their food and talked for awhile about whatever came along in the conversation.

"So, Izzy Stradlin. Where'd you get the name?" Samara asked him before taking a sip of her wine."Well," he started with a smile. "Izzy's short for Isbell, my real last name; it kinda became my nickname growing up. And well, Stradlin, it's uh... it's a sexual reference." he laughed a bit nervously."Oh wow." Samara responded with raised eyebrows paired with a smile."Yeah. Very classy of me, I know." he joked."Nah, I like it. Suits you well." she smiled."Is that so?" he questioned with a raised brow.Samara just nodded with a slight smirk in response.

After talking for a while, they noticed it was getting late and they decided they would both head home. "You had a little much to drink, you need a ride home?" Izzy asked her."No, no, I'm good. I'll just call a cab." she replied."No really, I can drive you home." he reassured her."But my house is on the other side of town, I don't want to make you drive all that way.""Well, you could always stay at my place." he replied with a smile.

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Izzy opened the door to his house as Samara followed behind him. When he stepped into the house, he saw Steven passed out on his couch. "Fuck." he mumbled under his breath. "Sorry, just ignore him." he told Samara."Roommate?" she asked."Nah, just a friend." he answered. "I thought he would have left before I got back home. Guess I was wrong."

"Uh... I don't have a guest room, so you can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch and kick Steven out." Izzy told her."Oh, no I'll take the couch don't worry about it." "No, seriously I don't want you to be uncomfortable; my couch isn't exactly the comfiest." "Well I don't want you to be uncomfortable either.""I mean... my bed is big enough for the both of us." Izzy replied.

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