Three weeks had passed since their show in Los Angeles. The pair had been inseparable, and Stevie was blown away at how incredibly kind and patient Lindsey had been while she was working through her breakup with Dave.
Rays of sunshine were spilling through the window and the two were spending the lazy Sunday afternoon in Lindsey’s room at his parents house. Stevie lounged on his bed, flipping through a magazine, while Lindsey sat on the floor across from her absentmindedly picking out chords on his guitar.
Stevie tossed the magazine aside and rolled onto her side, propped up on her elbow, watching Lindsey closely. He looked up from his guitar to find her eyes on him.
"Enjoying yourself?" He smiled shyly.
"I am. What are you doing playing bass in Fritz?"
"Brian's a stronger guitar player."
"Mmm I doubt it. Do they even know how beautifully you play?"
Lindsey shrugged off her last question. He plucked a few more notes before shaking his head and putting his guitar in the stand next to him. He stood up and made his way over to the bed, lying down next to Stevie and pulling her close.
"Not as beautiful as you." He murmured in her ear, causing her to blush. His lips found hers briefly before she kissed him back, letting the moment intensify before they were interrupted by the phone ringing downstairs.
"Are you going to answer that?"
"Nah." He replied, reaching for her mouth again.
"Linds! No one else is home. What if it's an emergency?"
"Fine," he sighed, reluctantly pushing himself off of the bed. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." He winked at her and leaned down for a quick peck before leaving the room.
Stevie sat up, legs dangling off of the side of the bed. She let her eyes wander around the room, admiring the various swimming trophies and ribbons Lindsey had accumulated over the years. She smiled to herself. She couldn't believe how someone so talented and handsome and caring could possibly be attracted to her, and she couldn’t believe how right everything felt with Lindsey.
"Uh hey, Steph?"
His worried voice interrupted her thoughts. She watched him as he stood in front of her, handing running through his curls nervously.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah everything’s fine. Great, even… I think. I just got off the phone with a guy named Keith Olsen. He was at our show a few weeks ago and he wants to produce an album for us."
"Are you kidding? Lindsey this is great! Did you call everyone else yet?"
"No. He wants to produce an album for us, not the band."
Stevie looked up at him, completely shocked. He sat down next to her and grabbed her hand in both of his, resting them in his lap.
"We would have to move to L.A., too. But he said the studio he's working for isn't finished yet so we'd have a few months to figure all of that out.”
Her hesitation was palpable. Usually Stevie had something to say about everything, and now her lack of response worried him.
"Say something? Please?” He asked nervously.
"Linds... This is a huge step and I don't know how we can make this work. Not only would we have to leave Fritz, we’d have to somehow convince our parents that moving to L.A. together, unmarried I might add, would be a good idea. I don’t see that going over well.”
"But isn't this what you want?"
"Of course. It's all I've ever wanted."
"Then what's stopping you? We'll deal with the band. We'll deal with our parents. This is our chance to make it. We can have a new start together, but I can't do it without you."
She sat silently for a moment. Truthfully, she was terrified. She was terrified of not being good enough, of failing, of letting Lindsey down somehow. Deep down she knew there was no decision to be made, and in her heart she knew that she'd be willing to do whatever it took to give Lindsey and herself successful careers as musicians. She looked up at him again, his blue eyes waiting for an answer.
"I can't do it without you either, Lindsey. I’m in.”
He pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck, letting out a sigh of relief. Her arms wrapped around him, one hand running up and down his back and the other playing with the curls on the back of his head.
"You don't know how much this means to me, Steph. We’re going to make it, baby, I just know it.” He pulled back, bringing his hand up to her cheek. Her fear was still evident as a few stray tears escaped from her eyes and he quickly wiped them away before kissing her softly. She broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his, allowing herself a moment to get lost in his eyes.
“I love you, Lindsey.”
The biggest smile she had ever seen broke out across his face. His hands pulled her face to his as he kissed her again, this time more passionately.
“I love you too, Stevie.”
