I was asked to write something around Street Angel. This probably won't be very long, at least I don't think that now. And another thing, I usually write a lot of drama in my stories, would it still be interesting if I had much less of it in this one? Enjoy!
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Lindsey stood awkwardly in the hallway of Stevie's parents home. As soon as he heard Stevie was out of rehab, where she had checked herself into to get rid of Klonopin, he had to see her. The last time he saw her was at the inauguration and he wasn't going to say anything, but in his eyes, she was a completely different woman. To him she was still beautiful, but she wasn't his Stevie. He thought that recording Tango In The Night was bad enough, she only got worse in the years that followed. For some reason, Lindsey had to know she was finally okay, he wanted her to promise she would never ever take anything again.
"I doubt she's going to be very happy you're here." Barbara brought him out of his thoughts. "She's not proud of herself, Lindsey, she's not happy with life yet either."
"She should be proud. She kicked Klonopin's ass!"
The woman, Lindsey had often thought of as a mother, smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "She's changed a lot too. She has asked to remove all mirrors from the room, bathroom..."
"Why?"
"She thinks she looks awful and she hates seeing her own reflection."
"Where can I find her?"
"You're sure you want to try your luck?"
"Positive." Lindsey nodded and was instructed to go upstairs and knock on the second door on the right.
He doubted Stevie would open if she heard his voice, but he couldn't barge in just like that either. He decided to knock and hope she wouldn't ask who it was.
"Come in." He heard and slowly twisted the door knob. She was lying in bed, facing away from the door. Lindsey cleared his throat loudly and she looked over her shoulder. "What are you doing in here? How did you get in?"
"Well, your mother let me into the house and you did yourself into the room, so..."
"Don't try to be funny, Lindsey. I don't want to see anyone, much less you."
"I didn't come here to fight with you, Steph. I simply wanted to see how you're doing."
"Don't call me that and I'm alive. You can go."
He sighed in an exaggerated manner and closed the door, approaching the bed. "I've always loved you being feisty, that always meant mind-blowing sex." He walked to the empty space next to her and lay down.
"I asked you to get out, not reminisce about great sex and lie down beside me."
"Why are you so angry with me? We haven't spoken much since 1987 and you still find a reason to give me this attitude."
"Maybe that's exactly why I'm doing it? We don't have any contact for years and the day after I get out of rehab for the second time, you come to my parents' house, make your way to my room and as if nothing happened, make yourself comfortable next to me. What follows? You're going to make a move on me too?"
"I came to see you, I've missed you."
"We both know that's bullshit."
"No, I really did. You may be a pain in the ass most of the time, but turns out that life is pretty fucking boring without you in it." Lindsey was sure he achieved a hint of a smile and he returned one back. "I missed you, Stevie." He repeated and he was going to again, because he meant saying it.
"You missed the old Stevie, I'm totally different now." She pulled her blanket higher, not wanting his eyes wandering over her body.
"I still see your bright eyes, I still see my gypsy."
"I'm not yours and I haven't been for a long time. It's also easier to hate you, when you're a total jerk. Stop being sweet."
"You don't think I've changed?"
"I haven't given it any thought."
"You're a shit liar, Nicks."
"I didn't lie about anything."
"Yeah, you did. I don't buy it that you haven't at all thought about me in all those years."
"Why are you here, Lindsey?"
"I couldn't get you off my mind lately for whatever reason. When I heard you were back, I decided to pay you a visit and suggest you rekindling our troubled relationship."
"You do know that when you leave rehab, they tell you not to make any serious decisions? And here you are proposing another shot at whatever it was we had before we stopped communicating."
"I wasn't talking about that, I want us to be friends again."
"Oh..." Her cheeks turned pink and he thought it was adorable.
"Friends first, lovers later." He added, with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
"You're an asshole, Buckingham!" She said, laughing, something she had long since done.
"See, I knew you wanted me despite what you told me."
"I might, but why would you..." The smile was slowly fading away from her face.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look at me, Lindsey."
"You're beautiful, what else is new?"
"You're just saying that, because I'm fragile and people have to be nice to me."
"Fragile my ass! You're the strongest woman I've ever known."
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"I told you already. And I might also want to get in your pants."
"Oh my god!" She giggled, hiding under the blanket.
"I'm just kidding of course, hearing you laugh is something I missed dearly too."
"So, you don't want to get your hands on me after all? Well, I don't blame you."
The sudden mood swings were making him slightly nervous, but he rolled his eyes at another one of her comments about her appearance and surprised her, getting closer and under the same blanket too. "That's nonsense and I want to do things the right away."
"Is there a right way for us, Linds?"
He shrugged, wrapping his arm around her. "We shall find out."
"I like new Lindsey." She smiled up at him and he leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. "Lower..."
"What was that?"
"You heard me."
"No, I don't think I did."
"Kiss me lower."
"How much lower exactly are we talking here?"
"You dirty old man!"
He gave her an innocent enough kiss, pressing her body against his. "I missed you."
"You told me that already."
"But I really did."
"I missed you too, Linds. And I'm glad you decided to show up. Not that I would have ever admitted I wanted to see you."
"Of course not."
And just like that any animosity between the two was forgotten and a new chapter of their story had begun.
