I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

LXXXII.

~ The Year Previous ~

August 14, 1993

Shifting in bed, Stevie rolled over onto her side, feeling that she was in a warm embrace. Opening her eyes partially, she recalled quickly that she was not home and that she was not with her husband.

"Oh, my God!" she flew upwards, taking a look around to simply see the guitarist next to her. "Lindsey, Lindsey, wake up," she rubbed his arm firmly.

"What? What's wrong?" he rolled onto his back, bringing a hand to his head to not only shield the light but rub the definitive knocking the little amount of red wine had given him.

She was in pure panic.

"Robert is gonna kill me," she jumped out of bed and she started putting her clothes on. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Go ahead," he nodded.

With the phone between her ear and shoulder, she wiggled into her skirt easily.

"Hello?" the woman answered.

"Sharon, I have a big problem. If Robert calls you asking about me, say I got drunk and stayed with you. Call Lori and tell her the same thing. I was with you, got it?"

"Yeah, but where are you?" she wondered.

"I'll explain everything. Meet me at my apartment later," she added.

"Sounds good, Steph."

"Thanks, bye," she hung up the phone and looked at the man in front of her.

"I didn't mean to cause you any problems, Stevie, I'm sorry," Lindsey mentioned, sitting up in bed.

"No, you're fine! You were..." she trailed. "You were perfect, okay?" she sighed, plopping down next to him as she settled her hand to the side of his face. "I'm just really anxious now..."

"I understand..."

"I made a decision last night and I don't regret it..."

He nodded.

"You could say that we are absolutely friends again," she smirked, knowing well he wanted to mend their relationship.

He smirked, swiping his curls back.

"And everything that happened last night was just what I needed," she mentioned. "You've really been here for me since I got out of rehab. You understand what I'm going through since you quit drinking. Nobody gets it but you."

"We've seen a lot of the same shit," he added.

"We have. And we've seen each other," she assured. "I know I'm not crazy now that you bring up so much from the past. You've been so gentle with me..."

"Well, you need it..." he crossed his arms comfortably as he laid back in bed, simply looking up at her. "We knew each other before drugs, before everything and you were being hard on yourself for nothing."

"You understand the me that is me."

"So do you..." he assured.

"You've also been the only person to acknowledge that I'm really desperate over the fact that my son is in the army."

"I may not have kids, but I know what your kids mean to you..."

She moved her hair out of her face and she leaned forward to simply kiss him, burying her sorrow within his tender affection.