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

No Rules For Rockstars

They drove around L.A. all day, with the top of Lindsey’s convertible down, letting the warm Californian wind blow through Demi’s hair. They window-shopped all day, with Demi refusing to let Lindsey buy her anything. Eventually, they stopped at a little café for a drink. They sat in a booth at the back, drinking Diet Cokes and sharing a plate of French fries.

“Hey! Stop stealing my fries!” Lindsey exclaimed, watching the fry disappear into Demi’s mouth. She giggled, covering her mouth so that no food would escape. “I’m the lady, Lindsey. You should let me steal your food. Be a gentleman.” She replied. Lindsey rolled his eyes, dipping a fry into the ketchup on the plate. He held it up and Demi bit into it, biting the tip of Lindsey’s finger by mistake. “Ow!” He said, looking at his red finger. Demi giggled again. “Sorry. Let me see.” Lindsey held his hand out to her. She took it, examined his finger and kissed it softly. “Better?” She asked, releasing Lindsey’s hand. “Much.” Lindsey replied. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Lindsey leant forward, close to her, and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.” Demi mirrored his position and whispered back, “Where should we go?” “You’re place?” Demi shook her head. “We’d only be alone for an hour.” “Mmm… How ‘bout my place?” Demi thought about it carefully; if she agreed to go back to Lindsey’s house with him, he’d clearly be expecting something from her. And she didn’t feel ready enough for that. However, she really wanted to stay with him. “I don’t expect anything from you, y’know.” Lindsey said suddenly, as if he’d read Demi’s mind. She looked at him in surprise. “I did say I want to get to know you first.” “But I thought that that’s what the 70s are all about: sex, drugs, rock n’ roll…” Lindsey smiled. “Babe, the 70s are done. Soon, it’ll be 1980, and there’ll be a whole new set of rules.” Demi scoffed. “Not for rock stars.” She replied. Lindsey smiled. “That’s up to you. You can change the rules if you want… or not.” He stood up and went to the counter to pay. Demi watched him from her seat. She admired his tall, skinny frame and the silhouette of his muscles under his shirt. She smiled at the tight curls that had just begun to grow back on his head after his drastic haircut. When he looked over at her as he waited for the recite, he smiled at her and Demi realised how much she loved his smile. She grabbed her bag and made her way over, taking her place at Lindsey’s side. “Hey. Made up your mind?” He asked, putting his arm around her shoulders. Demi nodded. “I’d like to see what your place is like.” Lindsey smiled and nodded. He took the recite from the cashier, thanking her and led Demi out of the café. “On one condition.” Demi said, watching Lindsey put his sunglasses back on. “No funny stuff?” He asked. “You got it in one!” Demi exclaimed. Lindsey laughed and took Demi’s breath away.