I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XXXI.

When the next morning arrived, Stevie and Lindsey would have a very calm morning, one of the first calm mornings in a while considering she didn't have to be home by a certain time, she didn't have anybody waiting on her except for her band, but they could have cared less about her personal endeavors and they didn't dare get involved.

"I really wanna hear what you've been working on, Lindsey... Even barter considering you know everything I'm working on," she mentioned, sipping on her orange juice that morning. 

He chuckled, taking their breakfast plates to the kitchen sink, noticing she had hardly eaten anything.

"Sounds good, I wanted to show you something anyway," he extended his hand to hers once he returned to her.

She stood with his help and she settled her glass on the counter before making her way with him.

"I've been cleaning things out and I came across this box of pictures that must be yours," he assured, pushing open his studio door as he turned on the light.

"Mine?" she creased her brow, taking the few steps down to enter fully.

After breaking up in 1967, they didn't really have anything above a friendship, and she didn't see him again after Fleetwood Mac worked on Tango in the Night; it was beyond her how he could have something of hers after all that time.

"Mhmm," he then turned holding a red material box with a very frilly black lid that covered the red base. 

"Hey, that is mine," she lifted her brow, taking it into her hands and running her hand over the soft material. "How'd you guess?" she joked. 

"The black velvet and chiffon might have given it away," he chuckled, watching her open the box to reveal dozens of polaroids.

The box contained all kinds of photos from the beginning of their career with Fleetwood Mac, their relationship along with their band mates, behind the scenes of what it was like with the band, backstage moments before concerts and even during and overall, anything that could have been photographed. And considering the fact that Stevie was eye candy, the man in charge took many shots of her from glamorous to candid.

"Anyways, they're all old photos from Fleetwood Mac, mostly ending around the beginning of Tango, but..." he sighed. "I'm not sure how I ended up with this..." he explained, messing with the ruffles of the chiffon as he took a step back to have a seat in his chair that faced the turntable.

She pondered on the subject for a while as she took a stroll down memory lane with him; the memories of their youth simply flooding back to her with ease as she even recalled her journal entries and what she wrote back in those days.

"Things were so different back then," she commented, sitting down on the black leather love seat just a couple feet away from him as she flipped through the photos. "Look how fucking high and drunk we all are," she sighed, shaking her head.

"Good times..." he mumbled.

Watching her go through the photos was a moment he would have captured if he would have had a camera near him; she was a natural beauty.

Picking up a photo of herself and Lindsey with a smile as she showed him. "Pre-drug use," she smirked.

He chuckled, "I'm not gonna lie, I already went through all these, I even kept a couple."

"Yeah?" she looked up, finding his words sweet. "Which ones?"

"It's one; we're at some summer barbeque things, some house party, I guess. It's just a more innocent looking picture, looked like we still liked each other," he joked.