'Moonlight'

15

I wake up to find Stevie hugging me close to her, both of us lying on our sides against eachother. Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly, like a jigsaw. i sigh contentedly, laying there peacefully for a few minutes before i realise that Stevie's leg somehow has found its way between mine during the night. Suddenly, panic starts to set in as i realise this is wrong. I shouldn't be tangled up with Stevie Nicks, for too many reasons to count. I glance at the clock beside the bed. It's already nearing 1pm. Jeez, Stevie does sleep late. I sit up slightly, stirring Stevie by mistake.
"You okay?" she asks, her voice barely audible with how hoarse it is. She realises i'm panicking and sits up too, frowning worriedly.
"what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just-" i rub my eyes, trying to wake up. I throw the duvet off, moving to get up, but Stevie stops me.
"Ren, stop. Stop, and look at me."
i do as she says, turning to face her. she stares at me with that intense gaze of hers, trying to see into my eyes and figure out what's wrong.
"Tell me what's wrong."
I pause, trying to calm down before i speak. "This. This is wrong." my voice is trembling.
"What?" Stevie says, bewildered.
"This." it's all i can think to say in my sleepy and panicky state. I know she won't understand. Even if she knows what I'm talking about, she won't understand why it's wrong. It takes a few minutes for Stevie to realise what i'm talking about.
"Oh.."
I nod, sighing. But Stevie doesn't seem fazed, she shrugs before lying down again on her back, watching me closely.
"Why is it wrong?" she asks. I stare at her, confused.
"For... For so many reasons."
"Mhm? List them."
I frown, confused as to why Stevie isn't freaked out about this at all.
"Well, i think you know most of them," i reply, frowning.
"Do i?" she says, raising an eyebrow.
"Stop it with your questions!"
"Then stop freaking out over nothing."
I pause, grumbling. It's not nothing at all.
"You don't get it-"
"I do get it, but i don't care," Stevie says, standing up from the bed to get ready. "It's not wrong to me, Pierre. Whatever it even is that you're on about.."
I watch her grab various clothes out of her suitcase and head through to the bathroom to change. I sigh, rubbing my eyes once more before i put my glasses on and find some clothes to change into. I open my own suitcase, rummaging through it until i find an outfit that i'm happy with. I change quickly in case Stevie comes back through from the bathroom, but I'm still waiting another 15 minutes after i'm changed for her to be ready. I pace back and forth impatiently until Stevie finally comes out of the bathroom, dressed in black chiffon from head to toe (minus the suede platform heels of course). She notices my stressed pacing and frowns.
"What are you so stressed about?"
I shake my head, fixing my hair in the mirror quickly to try and distract myself. Stevie sighs, putting her hands on my shoulders and spinning me round to face her. She eyes me suspiciously with her most intense stare, trying to get an answer out of me. But i've already given her an answer, there's nothing more for me to say.
"What's wrong? Please tell me."
I sigh, pushing my glasses up my nose, which have slid down with how much i'm sweating from stress. Stevie guides me to the bed and pushes me down onto it gently, then sits beside me.
"Tell me." she says, her voice soft but with a hint of impatience. I take a breath, exhaling slowly before i turn to face her.
"When i woke up, i panicked. Last night was... i mean, it's unimportant actually, but-"
Stevie cuts over me, raising an eyebrow.
"What about last night?"
"I said it's unimportant- Stevie, will you let me finish?!" i say, impatiently. She nods silently, pursing her lips.
"I panicked, because well, it was rather... unnatural for me to be waking up beside you. I mean, first of all you're Stevie Nicks. I'm supposed to be your album photographer, not some guy you wake up next to in the morning."
Stevie stares at me blankly.
"Pierre, you're getting this all wrong-"
"Am I? You had a fight with Lindsey and then you came through here to me. What about when you had your fight with Lindsey and then you kissed him? And ignored me like i was nobody?"
She remains silent, still with the same blank expression on her face while i let it all out. I stand up from the bed, beginning my stressed pacing again.
"Pierre, it isn't like that." Stevie says, standing up from the bed to stop my pacing.
"What isn't?" i snap, turning around to face her. she sighs, shaking her head.
"You know what, never mind. I don't want a fight with you... you're the only person i don't fight with, i don't want pointless arguments to start. You mean too much to me for that."
A little bit of the tension drops from my shoulders at her words. I mean too much to her?
"If you want me to, I'll go stay with the girls instead. I just thought me being here would be better for both of us, but..."
"No!" i say, quickly. "I mean, no, don't go with them. Stay here."
Stevie tilts her head to the side a little, raising her eyebrows.
"Are you sure? If you're not comfortable with it, then I can stay with the girls. They won't mind at all."
"No, i want you to stay here."
"Okay, then I'll stay."
"Good."
We stand staring at eachother for a moment, slightly breathless. Stevie clears her throat abruptly, kicking the ground awkwardly with her heel.
"Well, I should go," she mutters, fixing her shawl around her shoulders. "I have rehearsals..."
i shake my head, snapping out of my trance. "Yeah, sorry."
she smiles at me briefly before leaving the room, closing the door gently behind her. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I can't help but feel like i keep ruining things between me and Stevie as soon as they start to get better. And it's always over something stupid and small that i shouldn't even care about.
"Pierre?"
I turn around to see Lori poking her head in the door.
"Coming to rehearsals with us?"
I shrug, starting towards the door. "Sure, why not. Better than sitting around doing nothing all day."
The first show is tonight, so Stevie will be in rehearsals all day too. It's already almost 3pm, i hope the rest of the day continues to go by this fast.
We make it to rehearsals about half an hour later, Stevie and Lindsey nowhere to be seen, but i spot Christine, Mick and John, so i make my way over to them nervously. Chris notices me approaching the trio and nudges Mick, who is in the middle of twirling a drumstick in the air. He turns around, eyebrows raised, then smiles brightly when he sees me.
"Aah, Pierre, is it?" Mick says, smiling. I nod, my eyes widening as he sweeps over to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and guiding me over to Chris and John. He's about 3 times my height, it's freaky how tall he actually is in person.
"These are... Well, I'm assuming you know."
I nod again, unsure what to say. John smiles shyly at me before shuffling away to tune his bass, and Chris nods politely, currently fixing herself a glass of wine.
"Don't mind them, they're stressed." Mick says, frowning at the not-so-cheery introductions from Chris and John.
"Where's Stevie?" I ask, quietly. Mick smiles lightly, noticing my nervousness.
"Don't worry, she's in her dressing room. But-" he pulls me back as i start towards the backstage area where Mick pointed towards. "Lindsey might be in there too, so i'd steer clear. We've only got 2 hours of rehearsals left, don't distract her please."
He pats me on the back before striding off to find his other drumstick, which is apparently missing. I suppress a giggle as i notice it sticking out of his back pocket, but i don't say anything. He can figure that out for himself.