Seasons of Wither, Seasons of Love *A Steven Tyler Love Story*

Next Morning Fight

The next morning, Brooke woke up, groggy with a awful headache. She turned her head to look at Chloe on the couch and Steven just inches away from her. She blushed slightly and rolled away from him. He looked so peaceful, just laying there. Almost like he was six years ago, only this time, you know, dressed.

Brooke started walking to her bedroom for some Advil, but paused in front of the twins. They were in their own beds, Brianna on the right, Ethan on the left. Brianna's side in the room was purple, while Ethan's was red. Brooke sighed and shook her head at the oddly colored room, smiling and the sleeping twins, clueless that their father was passed out on the living room floor.

Brooke continued her way to the bedroom, taking out the Advil and going to get a water. Brooke popped two in her mouth and took a swig of water.

"Can I get some of that?" A voice asked.

Brooke jumped and nearly choked on her water, spinning to look at Steven, who was staring at her expectantly. She smiled shyly, handed him the pills and rocked back awkwardly. It was different, being in the room with him sober. Any confidence she may have had last night was long gone.

"I'm, uh, gonna take a shower. Nice seeing you again." Brooke mumbled and retreated the room as quickly as she could.

She came out, dressed, feeling somewhat better, and froze in her tracks when she saw Steven standing by the kids room.

Steven turned around and looked at Brooke, giving her a charming smile "Sorry if I scared you. I was waiting for you to get out and the door was open so I peeked in" Steven said, jerking his thumb and the dreaming twins.

Brooke smiled a bit "Um, it's fine" she said and pushed some hair from her face "So, do you need something or..."

"You... Said nice seeing you again. We met before?" Steven said, studying the blonde in front of him.

Brooke shrugged "I saw you the other day at the park..." She said and looked at her kids.

"No, really, we met before" Steven said, stating it as a fact this time

Brooke sighed and nodded " a few years ago at a club, just after Rocks came out in May"

"Ah" Steven said and smirked "I'm guess I don't even have to ask what happened next, eh ?"

Brooke giggled a little "Nope, you don't..." She said and looked over at the twins. She took a few deep breathes and thought over her next words carefully. "You know, that was May of '76. The twins were born February of 1977.." Brooke said

"That's nice" Steven said, slowly walking down the hall. Had he not gotten the hint?

"S-Steven, that's nine months."

Steven paused and turned around, a dark look on his face "You're not actually saying what I think you are, are you?"

Brooke nodded "Those are your kids in the room"

Steven shook his head and narrowed his eyes at Brooke "What do you want? Money? Backstage passes? A repeat of six years ago? If that's it, I'm going to have to ask your friend to join us then."

Brooke stood flabbergasted at the rockstar. "What?" She said in a whisper "What are you talking about?"

"What will make you never utter those words again? To stop lying?"

"Lying...?" Brooke repeated, shock clouding her thoughts and face.

"Is it something you and your friend cooked up, two young, lonely women, one with kids she can't take care of on her own, looking for someone successful enough claim he's the father and take his money or reputa-" Steven's rant was cut off by Brooke's hand making contact with his cheek in only a few seconds. The right side of his cheek stung as he took a hand to it, staring at Brooke, who had her arm out and her face scrunched up in anger, shocked "You slapped me?"

"Get the fuck out of here. I NEVER wanted anything from you! I thought I should tell you since we keep running into each other. I thought a no e guy like you would want to know. I was wrong. You're a fucking asshole, Tyler. Get away from me." Brooke screamed and ran into her room, slamming the door.

Brooke opened it a few seconds later and, upon seeing Steven was still standing there, flung her copy of Rocks at him. Steven ducked and the record fell harmlessly on the floor a few feet away. Steven quickly left the apartment afterwards.

Brooke sat in her room and cried, wondering what she ever saw in him.