What We Are

Say You Will

January 2003
"Oh fuck you Lindsey," she said slamming the headphones on the stand and walking out of the studio. The rest of the band simply carried on talking amongst themselves about other topics- it wasn't like that hadn't seen us fight before. After a minute of inner conflict I chased after her. "Stevie?" I yelled as I checked each room down the corridor. Eventually, I found her sitting with one leg draped over the other on the fire escape steps. I sat beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She relaxed onto me instantly I felt relieved. "Sorry baby," I said kissing her cheek. "Whatever Lindsey, I'm just tired."
"We can wrap up earlier today if you want to, we could spend some time with Lena."
"Mm," she mumbled into my neck. So far none of us seemed to be enjoying the studio experience. I'd hoped it would bring us closer again after Stevie had been away for a month or so touring her solo record.
"You look beautiful by the way."
"Bullshit, you're just feeling guilty for talking to me like an asshole." She poked my side.
"No I'm not and ouch that hurt."
"Good. You deserve it."
"And you deserve this."
"Wh-" I pulled her into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. "Also Stevie," my mouth was mere centimetres away from hers and she looked up at me in confusion. "Uh huh Lindsey."
"I'd rather not fuck myself." She grinned mischievously in a flash. "I can probably help you with that."

Maybe we were finally growing up.