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Narrator pov:
Flash back:

Daisy was walking back to the small house her parents owned, she had a long black skirt on with a matching loose hanging black shirt and a shawl over her shoulders, it suited her and her dainty figure well.

As she walked back up the hill to get to the colourful house, she noticed the cop cars speeding in the same direction as her, zooming towards the direction of her home. Her house was rather secluded with not many neighbours.

She continued her walk now moving slightly faster. When she reached the house it was surrounded by at least five police cruisers and her father was being escorted out in hand cuffs as her teary eyed mother was pulled of to the side for questioning.<

"Dad what the hells happening" Daisy shouted as she tried to run past the make shift wall the cops had made with their bodies as they shoved Daisy's father into the back of the car, as she kicked and screamed to let her see him.

*Four hours later*

"Can I please see my father now?" Daisy begged as she asked the officer watching over her for probably the 100th time but the answer was always the same, a firm head shake and a grunt meaning no.

She slumped back in her chair with her arms crossed trying not to cry as a million questions raced in her mind.

What had happened?
What did her dad do?
Where was her mother?
How long will her dad be in jail? Is he even going to jail?

She got caught up in her thoughts she almost missed the officer calling her name.

"Daisy Lane? Is there anyone here by that name?" The cop was around 6'4 foot tall with a bulky build and a deep voice.

"Yes that's me is it my dad?" She stood up immediately putting her purse around her shoulder while her voice was laced with panic.

"Yes Miss Lane please follow me" He said sympathetically while walking.

"You're father was arrested under charges of growing cannabis in the house along with dealing heroin and LSDs and links to soliciting a prostitute, he's serving five to six years in prison" The officer looks down at her with a straight face but sympathy in his voice."

*Daisys pov*

"Oh.." My voice cracks as I try not to cry.

"Where's my mom?" I ask looking back at him tears glazing my eyes.

"She uh once she found out about your fathers charges she said she's divorcing him and wants nothing to do with you she got in her car with her suitcase an hour ago and just drove of"

"What? Where will I go?" Daisy said in a panic raising in my voice and tears now pouring down my cheeks this is to much to take in.

"Your uncle offered to take care of you he's working in Los Angles currently so you need to relocate there and move in with him, he wants you to move in as soon as possible." He replies while shaking his head, hands in his pockets

"I see is my uncle here? Can I speak with him?" I question, tears still staining my rosy cheeks, the officer just nods his head and guides me into a different room.

This room is pretty bare only with a red leather couch and a small table in, the rest of it is completely blank. My uncle is leaned back on the couch his head in his hands. He looks up at me and his tired eyes and stubbled face he lets out a deep sigh.

"Hey Daisy" he says shaking his head.

"H-hello" I stutter out still crying.

"Look baby I don't want you around here anymore, not in that house or in this state I want you to move into my place as soon as you can for your sake" He looks me looking deeply in my green eyes and takes my hands in his.

"Can you understand that? it's purely in your best interest a new start" He tries to convince me.

"Yeah.. I understand what about school? I only have a few months left"I question him out of pure nervousness.

"We'll get that all sorted when you get to L.A trust me, I've talked to the officers about this and your mom she wants me to have full custody of you. Im taking you back to your house I want you to pack your bags okay baby?"

Daisy only nodded her head.

"I get this is happening rather quickly but the sooner your in L.A the sooner your fresh start will come" He said"

narrator pov:
*Time skip to the next day Daisy back in her room at the house*

Daisy had her two suit cases and her purse on her bedroom floor as she shoved most of her belongings in them, all her dresses,shawls,make up,boots,skirts ect.. She got to her purse and put her cigarettes,lighter,money,sunglasses,lipgloss,rolling papers and a photograph of her and her parents at the beach from a month ago it was a lovely memory she treasured.

"Dais hey?" Her uncle (Scott) knocked on Daisy's bedroom door despite it being open already.

"We gotta get going soon I just got of the phone with your auntie Pauline and she set up a spare room that can be your bedroom it's completely bare so you can decorate however you like." He put his hands on his pockets and swung back on forth on his heels for a few seconds.
"So you all packed?"

"Yeah pretty much. Is there any room in the car for my guitar?" Daisy got of the floor where she was sat after zipping up her suit cases and putting her purse around her shoulder.

"Yeah there should be" Scott looked around the room and saw in the corner was a black electric guitar and a wooden acoustic guitar, the acoustic being a hand-me down from her father and her most treasured possession.

"Dais hun I know it might be difficult to start in a new city but I promise it'll be good you got a new school for a couple months,your cousins and a whole new scene" He looked down at her sadly she only nodded slightly and got her two suitcases as Scott got his nieces two guitars and followed her out of her colourful bedroom, downstairs, out the front door and into the car to drive away to her new life.

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*Five months later Daisy's pov:*

It's been a few months since I arrived in Los Angeles and things where going well actually, I became friends with my two cousins who I hadn't seen since I was ten it was nice to see them again. Jackie is my age and Eric is older then both of us by three years it's cool having two male cousins in L.A cause they seem to know everyone in the party scene.

When I first got to L.A my aunt helped me decorate my room to be a hippies wet dream and I love it, it's so beautiful.

There's a double bed in the corner that has a blue and green blanket with some pillows that match the duvet, it's also got a huge purple and yellow tapestry that goes from the wall to the ceiling.

there's a few band posters like a portrait of hendrix (along with a few other posters of him) a few Fleetwood Mac ones especially of Stevie Nicks she's my icon. Along with other band posters like Janis Jopplin and The beatles. 

I also have my record collection in a corner of my room along with my two guitars and atleast a hundred note books that consist my doodles, song lyrics and just regular diary entries like how my day went and my thoughts.

I graduated high school last month and currently work a job at a record store but am considering helping my uncle be a roadie but I'm not sold on the idea of constantly having to travel around. Also my current job is nice.

*27th July 1986*

I just clocked into my job I'm on opening and my manager has yet to arrive per usual so I'm all on my own. I flip the paper sign on the door to show the green font that says 'OPEN' and switch on the lights to the shop illuminating the guitars we sell, the rows and rows of records here and also the small collection of band tees in the corner. 

I hop behind the register and pull the hair out of my face and quickly fix my floral print tank top I had on, it barely covered my stomach or boobs but it was cute.

I wipe down the dust that collected on the register and made it look presentable, I heard the small bell we have over the door jingle and turn my head up to see a boy standing there. He's super tall with long messy blonde hair that has a streak of black in, he had a Misfits shirt on underneath his denim jacket along with pair of leather pants.

"Hey uh is there any punk records?" He asks while making eye contact with me.

"Yeah there's a punk section right at the very end where the genres are. I could show you if you'd like?" I ask giving him a warm smile.

"Yeah sure that'd be nice"  He replies looking me up and down.

"Right this way sir" I sit on the counter and slide over the register and land on my heels I need my heels for obvious reasons because without them I'm around 5'3 the heels give me a much needed height boost.

I lead the handsome stranger to the punk section of the store.

"Here you are sir anything else?" I ask looking up at him.

"Yeah I feel like I know you who are ya?" He questions me.

"My names Daisy Lane you probably won't know me but you might know my cousins if your into the party scene" I giggle slightly

"Okay two questions, One is Daisy Lane your real name and Two: who are your cousins?" 

"Yes it is, my parents were hippies which is obvious if you look at me and my cousins are Jackie and Eric Vickers" 

"Oh shit yeah I saw you with them at a party a couple month ago I use to be best friends with Eric. Never knew a ugly fucker like him could have such a hot cousin" He gave me a toothy grin and I only rolled my eyes.

"Your flirting and I don't even know your name?" I raise one eyebrow.

"Duff. Duff Mckagan" He says smugly.

"Holy shit your Duff, Eric mention you. Ha never thought I'd meet you under these circumstances hot shot" I smirk slightly.

"What can I say I have a tendency to show up places"

"Welp I've shown you to your section I better get back to work" I slyly reply before walking away, my heels making a clacking sound under the hard wood of the store and I can feel his eyes on my ass (which is covered by the white flowy skirt I  had on) as I walk away and go back over to the register.

About ten minutes or so later the same boy comes to the register with a Dead Kennedys album and a Hendrix record.

"You listen to Hendrix?" He asks trying to make conversation.

"Yeah I do, I'm suprised I didn't have to show you where this record was" I laugh slightly.

"Hmm do you collect records?" He asks tilting his head.

"Why yes I do but I don't have either of these in my collection" I look at the records He's looking to buy, Fresh rotting fruit and Electric ladyland.

"That will be $20 dollars sir" I smile kindly.

"Here you are" He hands me a 20 dollar bill and a note with his number on.

"Here keep the hendirx one gorgeous as long as you go on a date with me" He winks.

"Hmm I'll think about it hot shot but how would Eric feel his old best friend is going out with his little cousin" I raise an eyebrow and smirk.

"Eh I ain't scared of him I'll fight him any day as long as I can go out with you"

"Alright then pick me up tomorrow at seven I'm living with Eric and Jackie so you should know the address" 

"Will do gorgeous" He flirts once more before picking up the Dead Kennedys record and the Hendrix one.

"I'll give ya the record after the date tomorrow beautiful"

I shrug "If you insist"

"Why you even asking me out hm hotshot?" I raise an eyebrow as I get a bag out and put his records in it.

"Cause, You're cute" He shrugs still grinning at me.

"Didn't think I'd be your type" I slightly joke.

"Why? Cause you're a hippie?" He asks taking the bag from the counter.

I nod my head honestly.

"Eh I don't really care about that stuff gorgeous, sure I may not like the music but you're pretty so if I have to listen to some bleach blonde fuckers sing about love, so be it" He smirks handsomely at me.

"Alright hot shot I'll see you tomorrow at seven" I smirk back at him.

"See ya then gorgeous, wear something pretty" He struts out the store after winking at me making my cheeks flush.

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I'm currently trying to decide what to wear on my date with Duff.. Like seriously 

what do you wear on a date with a punk giant of a man, as a small hippie anyway.

I look through my clothing options and land on a pair of black boots,a knee length sage green skirt,a white tube top that shows of my tits nicely and a white flowy shawl over the top.

For my make up I chose a silver eyeshadow,a pink tinted lip gloss that makes my lips shine nicely and some eyeliner to compliment my doe eyes along with some blush, I fluff up my blonde hair.

It's a little casual but I hope he doesn't mind and either way we're probably going somewhere like a party.

I'm currently choosing some jewellery while sitting at my vanity choosing between my silver and gold rings and earrings when I hear two pairs of heavy footsteps make it's way down the hallway stop at the door of my bedroom.

I spin around to look at the door and see the two figures of my cousins standing there looking pissed.

"Okay well I assume you know about the date based on your expressions" I say sighing and turning back to my vanity and choose a pair of silver hoops to go with my eyeshadow.

"Oh we are fully fucking aware." Jackie states angrily

"Come on Daisy, there are much better guys he is not good enough for you" Eric argues

"Weird things to say about a guy who's your friend" I chuckle and put some rings on.

"We're not saying he's a bad dude, but he is, he's a bad dude" Jackie walks into my bedroom and flops onto my bed.

"He can't be that bad" I roll my eyes.

"Why are you even going out with him? Didn't think of him to be you're type"

"Why wouldn't he be my type?" I question with a raised brow.

"Have you seen the man?" Eric questions

"He's Duff, I saw him knock a guys teeth out" Jackie says propping himself up on his elbows on my bed.

"Fair enough, still going on the date tho" I shrug.

"Fine but if he hurts you we will beat his ass" Jackie shrugs and stands up

"I'm okay with that" I nod when suddenly a loud knocks makes it's way through the house.

"Speak of the devil" I smile and get up to answer it.

"Remember we're beating his fucking ass if he fucks with you!" Eric shouts from down the hallway

I roll my eyes and unlock the front door, my aunt and uncle are currently on a date night so I don't need to worry about questions from them, I open the door fully and see him standing there looking at me while smirking his shaggy blonde hair looking soft, he has a baggy sex pistols shirt on and a pair of denim jeans with a denim jacket and smooth leather gloves 

"Hey Daisy" He smiles 

"Hey Duff" I smile up at him

"You ready to go?" He asks taking a step into the house

"Yeah let's go quick before my cousins ambush ya" I giggle and walk past him and down the gravel path.

"Uhh why would they ambush me" Duff sends me a confused smile.

"They don't like I'm going on a date with ya, saying you're a bad guy and how you knocked a guy's teeth out, I swear they think I'm so innocent" I roll my eyes.

"Oh so you're not innocent" A grin on his face and I lick my lips.

"Very." I smile and walk down the street with him following me

"So where are we going?" I question 

"The whiskey, a band is playing and you get to meet my band mates."

"Alrighty, so where's my Hendrix record?"

"Back at my place, I was hoping you'd ask later on in the night so I could use it as a pick up line"

"Oh really" I giggle

"Yeah but oh well" 

Me and Duff continue our walk to the strip in comfortable silence walking with him is nice.

"You look really pretty tonight" He says as we're about twenty feet from the Whiskey.

"Thank you, you do look rather handsome ya self" I smile and turn to look at him.

"Duff I know you're like really into like punk and rock, and I'm assuming you're bandmates are uhm gonna be the same it's just like.." 

"It's just like what?" He questions raising an eyebrow, he's leaned up against a wall outside of the whiskey lighting up a cigarette.

"They're not gonna make fun of me right? Like they're not gonna be assholes?"

He looks down at his cowboy boots and thinks.

"Avoid Axl, he'll be a dick or try and fuck you, Ax is ginger so avoid the red head, Izzy is the greasy punk guy is chill he'll only say like three words to you give or take, Stevens nice, he'll probably be cool with you and Slash is to hard to say I have no clue he’s got this curly huge hair not hard to fucking miss him” He shrugs.

"Alright so I avoid the angry ginger and hang with you and Steven?" I ask while taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Yup" He smiles and chuckles and I nod my head.

Duff stomps out the last of his cigarette and puts a hand around my waist, he guides me inside of the whiskey. I've been here once before Eric and Jackie took me my first week in L.A, honestly I don't remember that night at all I drank my body weight in tequila and vodka shots so it's a bit blurry but it has a familiar energy.

"I'm going to the bar I need any alcohol” I say in a jokey tone but fully serious

"Ah women after my own heart" Duff smiles at me and we walk over to the bar 

"Ay Joey how you been" Duff waves over the bartender, she's about late twenties with black and purple hair tied up in a bandana, she has several tattoos poking out under her tight black shirt, her top buttons are undone revealing her cleavage and the top of her black lace bra, she has red lipstick and black eyeliner on.

"Hey Duff" She greets Duff and continues wiping down the glass she's currently working on before putting it down and tucking her cloth in her jeans to keep it in place.

"Duff you know Benny is still pissed at you?" She smiles revealing a gap in her teeth

"Eh is Benny here?"

"Well no" Joey rolls her eyes 

"Then I see no issue, Anyway Joey there's someone I want ya to meet" The blond smiles wide and turns his head to me wrapping an arm around me.

"Hi I'm Daisy" I smile.

"Hey cutie, god Duff you really do have good taste I might have to steal her from ya" Joey jokes and winks at me.

"And leave the women you currently have?" Duff raises an eyebrow and Joey rolls her eyes.

"Anyway what can I get the happy couple?" She smiles again.

"Vodka please Joe" 

"Uhm can I get some tequila shots please? Like four maybe" I smile

"Of course honey" Joey picks up a few shot glasses and starts making our drinks.

"So where are you bandmates?" I look around the place and try to spot the men he described 

“Hey don't worry about them right now I just wanna get to know you, okay?" He smiles at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I nod.

"So where you from?" He asks me

"Missouri originally then I moved to Kansas"

"Ah the sunflower state, maybe that's why you're so sunny" He jokes

"Maybe what about you?"

"Washington baby! More specifically Seattle really big in the punk scene there y'know"

"Oooo that's cool I visited Washington once turns out it was for my dads drug deal but it was a nice vacation" I shrug and notice Joey finished making our drinks.

"Uh what?" He questions unsure if he heard me right as I lick a line of salt,bite the lime and take the shot.

"Yeah why you think I live with my uncle? Listen Duff I like you your cool so I am gunna be honest with ya"

"Okay? continue" He says slightly shocked but intrigued.

”Promise no judging for my weird fucked up parents”

”I promise scouts honour” He crosses his heart

I nibble my bottom lip really thinking if i’m gonna open up to Duff about my life, well why not I guess honesty’s a good policy and all that shit, I take a deep breath, licking another line of salt and biting another lime then take another shot for confidence

"Ok so I don’t know if I can say the whole story it’s still kinda of a fresh wound but basically my dad got arrested for being a drug dealer and a pimp and is i’m jail and my mom freaked when she found out and dipped so I gotta live with my uncle until they can find my mom and they can settle it in like court” I confess in one big breath and quickly take another shot skipping the salt and the lime and wincing at the straight tequila.

"Oh shit Daisy I’m sorry I- damn” He sips on his Vodka thoughtfully taking in what I just said.

“Hey ya wanted to know me, maybe I shouldn’t have told you ten minutes into the first date but it’s a part of my life”I shrug 

“Fair enough I guess" He sighs

“Are you gonna leave now ya know all my damage” I ask jokingly my southern accent coming out now I’m slightly tipsy as the tequila hits me.

“Nah we all got damage it’s okay” He smiles at me sincerely.

“Hey the guys are here come on pretty lady we can get to know each other more later” He rubs my arms and grabs his vodka I gulp down my last shot.

Duff puts his hand on my waist making me feel safe as he holds his drink with his other hand.

“Hey guys! How you fuckers doing!?” Duff laughs greeting his wildly dressed bandmates.

“Hey Duff where you been hiding man haven’t seen ya since band practice man!” A shorter blonde who I think is Stevens smiles brightly at Duff.

“Aye Dude I’ve been busy man! Some people have jobs”

“Yeah and washing dishing is a super duper really important job that is better then blowing of you’re friends” A curly headed man speaks up who I remember as Slash.

“Ohh not the only reason he’s been blowing us of Duffs found himself a girlfriend” A ginger man smirks, Axl.

“Hey I’m daisy” I try my best to smile.

“Hi! Steven, Adler, I’m best drummer like ever” He reaches out and shakes my hand enthusiastically.

“Hello Steven honour to meet the worlds best drummer” I joke and let go of his hand I notice my southern accent even more now.

“Hey I’m Iz and uh are you from the south?” He questions.

“Yup lived in Kanas most of my life what bout you?”

“Indiana” He nods

“Ha no shit I went there once as a kid” I laugh and reminisce about my two week trip to Indiana.

“Did you just travel everywhere as a kid?” Duff jokes

“Well pretty much I went to like thirty states”

“No shit? Thats crazy” Slash laughs

“I’m Slash by the way”He smiles at me from underneath his thick hair.

“Lovey to meet ya Slash”

“Daisy’s cousins are Eric and Jackie y’know the brothers?” Duff states

“Ohh I thought I recognised ya but never thought them two could have such a tree hugging yuppie as a cousin” Axl laughs and I just go silent and look at my boots.

“Cmon Ax man” Duff whispers to him and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Uhm I’m gonna go get a drink” I say awkwardly and walk away from the five men.

“What did I say? She is a fucking tree hugger man!” I hear Axl argue back to Duff and then their voices fade as I get rather away.

“Hey Joey just give me a Vodka tonic please darling and do you have a lighter I need a smoke” I sigh and rub my temples.

“Course honey and here ya go” She pulls out a red lighter from her bra and slides it across the wooden bar to me and starts making my drink of vodka and tonic water.

“There you are sweetie” Joey smiles and I thank her and pay for my drink, I take a long swig of the drink as it burns my throat, I quickly finish it in two big gulps and sigh deeply.

“That’s just what I needed you’re an angle I’m going for a smoke now” I wave bye to Joey and find a side door, I quickly step outside and bask in the cool evening air and quickly locate my cigarettes and light one up inhaling the smoke in my lungs.

I lean against a brick wall and try to clear my mind I’m already nervous as fuck to go on this date with Duff then having to meet his band mates adds even more stress, I’ve known the man a day and I’m really debating if the Hendrix record is worth having my fashion sense and life style insulted by some random man..

I suddenly hear someone clear their throat, I snap out of my thoughts and look to my left and see Izzy standing there, awkwardly with a smoke in his hands.

“Sorry didn’t hear you come out here” I kick the gravel under my feet and mumble.

“It’s ok..are you okay?” He says awkwardly, you can tell he’s not use to comforting people 

“I will be” I nod and take another drag of my cigarette 

“You okay?” I ask him

“Never been better” He says sarcastically.

We stay in silence for a few seconds, maybe about 20 seconds? maybe less before Izzy speaks again.

“Duff was worried where you went”

“I told him I was going to get a drink” I shrug 

“Yeah we went to the bar ya weren’t there,so he started freaking out and shit and I just wandered out for a smoke and found ya”

“Wow world class detective ain’t ya” I softly chuckle 

“Yeah one of the greatest” He has a small smirk of amusement on his face.

“Do you think Duff likes me?” I ask him and finish of the last of my smoke stomping it out under my boot.

“Yeah I guess he doesn’t bring a lot of girls home, well at least to meet us fucks so I think so, but I’ve never been the best at other peoples emotions, not even good at my own really”

“I can agree with that..Emotions are weird, we all just made them up one day and now they’re these super important things we have to constantly be aware of and half the time we’re all miserable so if we never made up emotions ww would never have to feel so depressed” I lean my head against the cold brick wall

Izzy only nods

“Your pretty pessimistic for a Hippie” He jokes

“What can I say, I break stereotypes everyday”

”You’re not as scary as I thought” I remark as I turn my head to look at him

“Gee thanks” Izzy chuckles for a second smirks again 

“Come on let’s go back inside and find Duff if he’s not already died of an aneurysm tryna find ya”

I nod and push open the metal side door again and step back inside with Izzy following behind me me into the stuffy bar.