Destiny Rules: The Sequel

Chapter 5

Fleetwood Mac was no stranger to band drama, and yet nothing could have prepared any of them for the moment Stevie played the demo for "Everybody Finds Out." The five of them sat splayed across the living room, focused on listening to the track and hopefully moving on from the argument that just erupted between Stevie and Lindsey. As soon as the lyrics were audible, however, it was clear that definitely wasn't happening.

You can't love him, you can't have him

I do have him, most of the time

Anywhere we can, baby

Anytime we can

Get away

Stevie's voice bolstered through the room in a new level of intensity.

John's eyes widened and he promptly took a drag from the blunt in his hand to avoid the laugh he was currently holding back. For decades now, he'd been entertained by the bickering of his bandmates, and he was secretly happy to see the entertainment wasn't stopping anytime soon. Beside him, Mick tapped his foot lightly, focused on the ground below him to avoid having to address either Stevie or Lindsey right now. And ever the voice of reason, Christine sat silently, clinging onto a glass of red wine for dear life as each line seemingly got more intense.

But it was Lindsey's reaction that trumped them all. Stevie smirked as she caught him from the corner of her eye, his face a deep shade of crimson red and smoke practically coming out of his ears like an angry cartoon character. The truth was, she wasn't sure she would've even been able to bring this song forth, despite the fact that she thought it was one of her best ones, for obvious reasons. But the silent showdown between she and Lindsey's wife just took her last hesitation, and quite frankly, her last fuck away. She wasn't going to hold back anymore.

"Wow," Mick sighed, looking up to Stevie as the song ended, "That was....wow."

She shrugged nonchalantly, "I wrote it a while back."

"And you're...you're sure you want to put that on the record?" Mick continued, shooting a glance at Christine, hoping she would intervene.

"Yeah," Stevie nodded, "It's inspired by Monica Lewinsky, if you guys were wondering."

"Of course, my first thought was Clinton and Lewinsky, yes," Mick stifled a laugh, Christine snorting lightly as she tried to keep it together beside him.

"It feels like a real rock song," John chimed in, trying to play it cool, "I like it."

Stevie grinned, crossing her leg as she casually turned her attention to Lindsey, who remained tight-lipped and beet red. Biting her bottom lip, she waited for him to say anything. A brief silence fell over the room as Christine suddenly scrambled to fill it.

"Yeah, Steves, that one was intense. Damn," Christine marveled, taking another sip from her glass. "Monica Lewinsky, wow."

"What are your thoughts, Lindsey?" Stevie finally turned her attention back to him when he wasn't saying anything. The sly smirk that slightly turned up her lips was enough to send his blood pressure through the roof.

"Can I speak to you alone, Stevie?" He stood up, visibly shaking with anger.

"Is that really necessary?" She teased from her seat, swinging her leg in the air casually.

"It is," he seethed.

She shrugged, looking to the other three as she stood up acting completely bewildered by his request. Without another word, he was leading them into the kitchen, Stevie following closely behind feeling like she'd just won a war. In many ways, she had. As soon as they reached the kitchen, however, they were met by Karen and Mick's assistant who each stood at the counter. With a grunt, Lindsey grabbed Stevie's arm, "In here," he muttered as he led her to another door.