Just as I Begin to Fade

Sixty. The Nightmare

The next week would come around, Stevie would have been in bed for a week already, not really relishing in bed rest even though she was a lazier gal.

Lori, Sharon and Karen were coming by during the day while Gwen and Lindsey were at work and school just to keep the blonde occupied with work and such things since she did have an album in the works while she had nothing better to do.

Meanwhile, Gwen would spend first period with Lindsey as normal and there, they would converse about things such as her grandparents, when and where she was going to meet them, just so he knew what was going on since Stevie really didn't care to hear about her parents at all.

Together, Bobby and Gwen were laying low, not really going out or partying since they were cramming the last bit of their school
year and finals for their semesters at the college, but for the most part they were busy and needing time to get things done, which didn't hinder their relationship at all, they were as on point as ever. They were comfortable with being away, not jealous and very understanding.

"I'm turning in my last final for my Communication Studies class this Friday," Gwen plopped down in front of Lindsey, at his desk since she was hanging out with Donna prior to meeting with him.

"Good. Is it done?"

"Yeah, I just have to proofread the essay. I could actually turn it in early, but I've had the issue where teachers lose my shit when I do that. So I'll just turn it in with everybody else."

"Okay," he chuckled.

"So, since Bobby is still busy with his finals, he said he'll be working into Sunday, I'm gonna meet up with my grandma and grandpa for dinner tonight. You and my mom don't have anything planned, right?"

"Not that I know of," he shook his head. "Are your grandparents here already?"

"Grandma called last night and told me they would be in town by morning today. So I'm assuming. She just said it would be nice if we could see each other outside of Al-Anon."

"Definitely. Sounds like fun---I hope you have a good time. Just let me know what restaurant and or what time I should pick you up."

"That's okay, I'm going to take my motorcycle. I haven't driven it through town in a bit."

He nodded.

"Here's my question..."

"Okay."

"Do we tell my mom that I am going to meet with them or do I lie and say I'm hanging out with Donna?"

"Interesting." He then pulled his glasses off and he cleaned them with the bottom of his shirt.

"Yeah."

"Well, I just got her to calm down... She's pretty laid back, so maybe tell her that you are with Donna, that way she doesn't have another panic attack. Eventually, we'll tell her you guys are hanging out, but not now."

"Agreed. I just don't want her to freak and end up in the hospital again. Completely my fault last time and I didn't mean to wig her out---didn't know that would even happen."

"Me either. But for now, that would be your best bet. Just let Donna know you're lying."

She gave a thumbs up. "Already ahead of you, Bucky."

He smirked.

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Stevie was at home, she had been alone for no longer than ten minutes and she was bored of the television.

She sighed and slowly moved her feet to over the edge of the bed, stepping lightly before standing tall, happy to stretch out. She then made her way out of the room and she moved among the house in a very sloth like fashion since she wasn't really supposed to be up and roaming around.