One-Week Stand

The Hell Just Happened?

Friday night, part 2.

"...the hell happened here?" Lisa's voice shook me from my blackout.

"She just dropped! I didn't do anything!" Steven was saying.

I opened my eyes and saw Lisa bent over the back of the couch fanning me with folded paper, Joe standing beside her, and looking quite pissed off.

"Geez, Sherrie!" Lisa sighed on seeing me conscious. I looked around to find Steven; he was standing at the end of the couch looking down at me, with his hands on his hips.

"Tell her I didn't do anything, she's going psycho at me!" Steven told me.

"He didn't," I agreed, speaking quieter than I meant to. Lisa still didn't look impressed as she handed me my drink from earlier. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Lisa replied gently, "let's go."

"Hold on," Steven interrupted, "we're not finished,"

"By the looks of things, you barely even started," Lisa shot back.

Things just got really awkward. Lisa, my best friend, wanted to leave; Steven Tyler, my favourite rockstar who I'd only just met, wanted me to stay. Who in their right mind would pass up this kind of opportunity?!

"Okay, Lisa." I would, apparently. Lisa took my drink out of my hand and threw it down her own throat as I stood from the couch. I still felt light-headed, and like I could've thrown up on someone.

Lisa grabbed my hand and ushered me towards the door. The second her entire body was in the hallway, our hand-holding was disconnected and the door slammed shut. Steven leaned his back against the door, completely separating me from Lisa.

"Hey!" Lisa screeched through the door. "Sherrie?!" She banged on the door, probably with a few kicks, too. "Sherrie?!"

"Calm down!" Steven yelled back at her. "Now," he turned his attention to me, "like I said, we're not finished here."

What the hell has Lisa gotten me into? I thought to myself while Lisa continued to hit the door and yell.

"Joe, get me a pen," Steven pointed to the coffee table. Joe reluctantly did so, and threw the pen at him.

"Number?" Steven ordered. I blinked and stared blankly at him. "Your phone number?" He repeated himself over the top of Lisa's squawking.

"Oh, uh..." I tucked my hair behind my ears. It took me a moment to actually remember my phone number, but once I started belting out the digits, Steven scribbled them right onto his arm, underneath my name.

I noticed that Lisa was still shouting through the closed door, and Steven seemed to as well.

"You're free to go," Steven winked and stood aside, opened the door and let me go out.

"Sherrie! Let's go!" She pulled my arm and almost ran back up the hallway. I looked back at the door that we just came out of - Steven was looking after us, leaning on the doorframe, one arm against the frame, other hand on his hip, one leg crossed over the other. Sexy.

"What the hell was that?" Lisa asked me when we got out of the hallway and amongst people.

"I... He.... I gave him my number?" I answered unsurely.

"Oh," Lisa sounded surprised, "wow. My lil' Sherrie's growin' up," She linked my arm with hers and we walked back to her car.

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The next morning, I got out of bed and went about my usual routine: breakfast; shower; chores; et cetera. At lunch time, the phone rang. I leaped over to it in time to answer.

"Hello?"

"Sherrie?"

"Y-yeah?"

"It's me. Steven."

Oh. My. God. Steven Tyler called me! My eyes widened like saucers and my breathing hitched.

"You there?"

"Uh, yeah, I... yeah," I twirled my finger through the phone cord like a lovestruck high-schooler.

"Come back tonight,"

"What?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten our little... meeting, last night, Sherrie?"

"Course not."

"Great. Come back then, same time. Later, baby." And Steven Tyler hung up on me, just like that.

I stood with the phone to my ear for a moment, a little confused about what just happened. Then I hung the phone back up, called Lisa and told her what the hell just happened.