I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

CXXI.

~ The Year Previous ~

"Stevie, if Robert finds out--"

"Sharon, I know... I don't wanna hear it. I just can't hear the thing I've told myself too many times..." she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm just asking if you'll cover for me? I understand if you don't want to..."

"Of course I'll do it, but I'm just warning you that he could potentially find out... I know you and Lindsey are having fun and just being together after ex amount of years, but you gotta be careful. He could come here and catch me lying..."

She nodded.

"I don't want to cause problems if I get caught in the crossfire."

"You won't... I can't promise anything, but you and Lori are my best friends and I wouldn't trust anybody else. He also knows that so even if he did find out---I doubt he'd even hold that to you. It's my doing..."

She nodded, a bit relieved to hear the fact that the woman had thought things through enough to have a response. She wasn't just being naive and daft---she knew what she was doing and that's what was more important. She wasn't pretending like she wasn't doing anything wrong.

"I know you don't want trouble and I'd go to Lori's if she weren't married to my brother," she smirked.

"It's fine. Just be safe," she shrugged, still very happy that the woman could be so cheery in just those short months. "I know you're having a good time and you needed it."

After Jeffrey had left, she was a wreck, but once that affair had begun, she was the most content than she had been in a while pre and post rehab. She was very calm and serene and it was clear it was Lindsey's doing.

The blonde stepped forward and she pecked cheeks with her, hugging her out of appreciation in regards to what she so easily got them into at her side.

Just then, a knock filled the door.

"How do I look?" the singer suddenly gasped as she pulled away from her friend.

"Beautiful," she smirked, walking forward to open the front door.

Lindsey stood on the other side, leaning on the doorframe with a handsome grin.

"Come on in," the raven haired woman stepped aside for him.

"Thanks," he entered, scanning the entry way before his eyes landed on the blonde.

"Hi," she grinned---ever so bright eyed to see him.

"Hello, pretty lady... I've come to kidnap you," he smirked, reaching out to grab ahold of her hand only to reel her into himself.

"Have you ever encountered such a willing hostage?" she retorted.

"I'm not complaining," he then patted her hip. "Are you ready?" he said, just a bit more seriously.

"Yes, my bag is right here... Everybody thinks I'm here for the weekend," she smirked, shaking her head. "Don't ask... But I'm yours."