Understanding Me, Understanding You

Chapter 9. Beauty and Pain

Lindsey sat in Stevie's body, one leg crossed over the other with his arms crossed as her brown eyes followed his person around the room.

He didn't know how else to get comfortable, but sitting like she would did it right away.

Stevie was walking back and forth quickly, using all the energy he had in order to pace and think about what was happening.

How could it be that they switched bodies. Much less, a few days before their daughter's wedding.

"Y'know, none of this makes sense..." she pointed out, a near psychotic giggle leaving his voice as she spoke. "Why would this happen?"

"I have no idea..." he replied, her voice filling the air next.

"Oh, and to top it off for you, mister... Lauren took off with Wren this morning for New Orleans..."

"What?!" he stood up. "You let them leave?!"

"What was I supposed to do, Lindsey? You had yourself and me locked in the studio... It's no wonder your back always hurts. How do you sleep on that thing?"

"Okay, you act like I knew this was going to happen... Being you is no easy thing. What about you always bitching about hot flashes, then you sleep in this hot ass silk. It's no wonder you stay in shape, you sweat off everything at night."

"Okay, shut up!" she put her hand up, making it look as though he was silencing her when that would have never been.

Not even in a messed up mind would he silence her.

"Also, your wife is kind of a bitch... Does she dust you off like that all the time?" She only wondered after the fact because it had been on her mind and she had to get it all out before she forgot or he did something that would piss her off.

"I wouldn't say all the time..." he shrugged, crossing her arms again. "I mean, when she wants something, she's super nice and easy going..."

"That's no way to live, Lindsey..." she sighed, never really knowing things were that hard for him.

"It's not, but I love my daughter... I love all my daughters."

"I know," she agreed.

"Like you always say... are still saying, considering it sounds like you when I talk," he rolled his eyes. "Everything happens for a reason... Maybe it's good they left. Obviously this was not in our plans this week..."

She nodded.

"Since they won't be home and almost everybody will be here, maybe we should go to my place. Nobody goes by there and we can figure this out."

"I don't know..." she sighed. "What are the girls going to think?"

"Who cares? Drusilla is not going to care. Mel is just gonna have to deal with it... If this was a life or death matter, which it could be and we don't know, we'd be there for each other..."

Stevie had to stand still for a long time to really think about it because she knew he was right.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Alright... Maybe it'll be better. I just figured we'd never leave this bedroom again, but with the girls in and out, we may have no choice... And your place is going to be more secluded..."

"Great... I'll help you pack!" He jumped up like he normally would have but it didn't have the same effect as Stevie's hair flung around, necklaces flew up and hit her chest, robe partially opened---it was all bad.

"Can you be gentle with me, please? That kinda energy is how you're always pulling muscles," she scolded, settling his hand to his waist with all of her sass. "So let's agree to disagree that we need to keep each other intact..."