Author: rulersmakebadlovers
Again: 2016
It had been a week since Lindsey and you had decided on the "just friends" agreement. It was going about as well as could be expected. It was very cordial. It was almost as if you were less than friends and more like acquaintances.
As for the rest of the band; it was wearing on their nerves. It wasn't even like you two were arguing. No, this was much, much worse to them. When you were barely talking it was harder to get work done and the album had to be done in two weeks before you guys went back on the road.
You're in your room when Christine walks in. She smiles when she sees you in a black dress. It's low cut in the front and in the back. It flares out from the waist down and stops below the knees. You're doing your make up and you glance at her, "how do I look?"
"Amazing!" She walks over to your closet to pick out some shoes. She throws them out two by two until she finds the perfect pair. Some red Louboutins with a matching clutch.
Once you're done with your make up you turn around to see what she's picked out for you and you scrunch up your nose, "I was going to wear black."
"No. You wear too much black. This guy is a lawyer. He wants a classy lady," she says as she hands you the shoes.
"Hey! I'm classy!" You say, feigning offense as you hold onto to Christine's shoulder and slip the shoes on.
"He doesn't want Gold Dust Woman Stevie. He wants Stephanie from Phoenix, Arizona."
You laugh, "good luck finding that girl. How'd you meet this guy anyway?"
"I went with John to update his will."
"What?! Why?!"
"Calm down. It's just what people do when they get old. He's still doing fine."
You look relieved and nod a little, standing up straight and smoothing out your dress. You go look in the mirror and smile a little, "I look nice."
Christine comes over to adjust your cleavage, "what are you doing?" You ask.
"Making sure you get laid tonight," She smiles and looks at you again and nods as she mumbles, "much better." She grabs the shawl off the bed and hands it to you, "Now don't keep this on all night."
You nod and glance at the clock nervously, "He'll be here any minute."
"We should head downstairs and wait for him," Christine suggests.
You follow her downstairs and go to wait in the living room with her, where John and Mick begin catcalling you the minute you walk into the room.
