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

Two Years Since

2 Years Later – 1981

Demi watched Lindsey from the kitchen as he sat on the living room floor, furiously scribbling lyrics down on the paper in front of him. She sighed; he’d been like this for months. She was used to him working like this on Fleetwood Mac records, but this was different; this was his own, solo album. From the moment he’d gotten off the Tusk tour, Lindsey had spent every waking minute in his home studio, writing and recording his debut solo album. And what was Demi doing? Since Lindsey practically ignored her, except for the odd get together late at night in the bedroom, Demi had to find her own thing to do. Business was done with at the studio so the only thing she could do was record. So, every morning she’d kiss Lindsey goodbye and head out to the studio, where Richard and now Ken would be waiting for her. The three of them would stay there for up to 6 hours, writing and recording Demi’s songs. It seemed that her little personal venture had turned into a full-scale album. Which, for the members of Fleetwood Mac who were setting out on their own, wasn’t good news. All 5 members of the band had come to realize over the last 2 years that Demi was exceptionally talented, more so than any of them had expected. And because of her position in the record industry, Demi had secured a record deal in no time. The thing was, she still had to sign it. “Linds! You want some coffee?” Demi asked. Lindsey looked up at her and smiled. “If you wouldn’t mind.” He said, going back to his lyrics straight away. Demi sighed; that was probably all she was gonna get out of him for the next 24 hours.

Demi let herself back into the dark house she now basically lived in with Lindsey. Sighing wearily, she locked the door and made her way to the kitchen. It was a sad day for her and the person she cared about the most seemed not to have remembered. She just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that it had been 2 years since her grandfather had passed away. Demi pulled the bobby pins from her hair and let it fall around her shoulders. Stopping to kick her heels off, Demi could hear muffled sounds coming from the kitchen. “Lindsey? Is that you?” Demi opened the double doors to the kitchen and gasped at the sight that met her. Lindsey was dressed in his best jeans and a shirt that Demi had bought him for his last birthday. She loved seeing him in it. It was a white cotton button up, though he never buttoned it all the way up; he always left a large part of his hairy chest exposed, which drove Demi to the point of desire-induced insanity. He smiled tenderly at her. “I remembered.” He said. Demi took in the scene; it was like something out of a movie about teenage love. Though neither she nor Lindsey were teenagers, she’d take what she could get. Lindsey had ordered pizza and had bought her favourite wine. It was laid out on the floor on top of a fancy picnic blanket and there were candles lit everywhere. “Thank you.” Demi whispered.

Lindsey pulled the bed covers down, getting ready for bed. He’d had a long day in the studio along with organizing his little surprise for Demi. Speaking of Demi, Lindsey wondered what was taking her so long. “Demi? What’re you doing in there?” Lindsey knocked on the bathroom room door. He opened the bathroom door and found Demi was in the shower. Chuckling, Lindsey said, “Demi, why are you in the shower? It’s 2AM.” Demi’s head appeared from behind the shower curtain. She grinned at him. “Because.” She replied. “Because why?” Lindsey asked, walking up to her. “Because…” Demi trailed off, kissing him. “Mmm… Y’know, I haven’t showered today…” Lindsey said absentmindedly. Demi nodded her head, reaching a hand out to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Lindsey quickly stripped off, making Demi laugh with his enthusiasm, and jumped into the shower with her.