I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (D.L)

The Beginning of the End

“How are you coping?” Demi’s eyes shot over to where Lindsey was sat. In her distracted state, she hadn’t heard Lindsey tell the band to have a five-minute break. “Excuse me?” Demi asked. “How are you coping? With the loss of your grandfather, I mean.” Demi looked at Lindsey. He really was very handsome, in a dark, ominous sort of way. “Oh. I’m fine.” Lindsey nodded. “Do you miss him?” “Yes.” “A lot?” Demi raised an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know?” Lindsey shrugged. “You interest me.” Demi tried to hide the fact she was somewhat pleased that she interested Lindsey; she had decided that she didn’t like him but he was now making that decision very difficult to keep. Sighing, Demi replied, “Yes. I miss a lot.” Lindsey tilted his head to the side, watching Demi as she replied. Demi’s stare locked with Lindsey’s. “Why don’t you come and sit here?” Lindsey asked, though it seemed more like a demand than a suggestion. Demi nodded and walked over to where he was sat. Taking a seat next to him, she could see the other members of Fleetwood Mac had clearly noticed the interaction between the two of them and were now talking amongst themselves, clearly pretending not to notice. Lindsey too it seemed had also noticed. “Alright guys get jamming. We’re gonna start recording again in five minutes!” Lindsey said to them, putting a stop to their gossiping. He swivelled his chair around again, looking at Demi with curiosity. “What?” Demi asked, irritated that all he seemed to be able to do was stare at her. Lindsey shook his head, smirking. That was the most she’d seen him smile since she’d met him. “What?” Demi repeated, this time in a lighter manner. She was almost laughing, as Lindsey himself appeared to find something funny. “I just can’t figure you out. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” Demi shifted her weight in her seat. “What do you mean?” “Well, no one ever stands up to me, for a start. I always get my own way. And, considering all the women I’ve ever met, you’re an exceptional and unusual woman.” Demi tilted her head to the side, scrutinizing Lindsey’s facial expressions. “It’s a compliment.” Lindsey said quickly. Demi chuckled. “I’ll take it as one.” Suddenly, Mick stuck his head into the control room. “Oi. Stevie’s having a party at her house on Saturday. Will you two be attending?” Lindsey turned to Demi. “Are you going?” He asked. “I’m invited?” Lindsey nodded and Mick let out a bark-like laugh. “Of course! You’re part of our family now!” He exclaimed, running back into the studio. Demi smiled; she’d never been part of a family before. She sure was glad it was the Fleetwood Mac family.

Demi stood at one side of Stevie’s living room with Stevie and her friend, Robin, watching Lindsey from afar. She didn’t know what it was, but since her short conversation with him at the mixing desk, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind. And that all happened two days previously. Stevie nudged Demi, who quickly snapped out of her daydream. Stevie smiled at Robin, whispered something in her ear, and led Demi up the stairs. They entered Stevie’s bedroom. Stevie shut the door and turned to Demi, leading Demi over to her bed. They sat down, facing each other. “Demi, I have two secrets. I’m gonna tell you them and you have to promise not to tell anyone.” Demi nodded. Stevie let out a deep sigh. “Mick and I are having an affair.” Demi opened her mouth to say something but Stevie held up her hand. “We love each other and that’s all you need to know. Now, my other secret.” Stevie looked deep into Demi’s eyes, searching for something. “I know you like Lindsey.” Demi was about to deny it but, by the look on Stevie’s face, there was no point. “Do you mind?” Demi asked, looking down at her hands. Stevie’s hands suddenly appeared and clasped around Demi’s. “No. I like you. I still don’t know if I like Carol. There’s just something about her… But when it comes to you? You’re just what Lindsey needs. We all saw how you stood up to him. Not many people can do that. Not even me. I only scream at him if he’s being an ass to me or being an ass about my music.” Demi looked down again, still embarrassed that she’d been caught. “Now, the reason I brought you up here is because, although you already look really pretty, you don’t look smoking hot. I’m gonna make you hotter than Carol but not me. ‘Cause it’s my party so I need to be the hottest lady here.” Demi and Stevie giggled as they rushed into the huge closet and started to rummage through all the whimsical, quirky clothing that Stevie was so fond of.