Come And Save Me, Tonight.

Eat The Rich

I woke up the next morning, with Steven coiled around me, locking me in place. I tried my hardest to unwrap myself from him without waking him up. I was almost free, I only had to move his arm out of the way, to get up, but as I moved it off of me, his hand fell, and he hit himself in the face.

I cringed because I tried not to wake him up, and of course... He still wasn't awake.

I laughed and turned around, walking into the bathroom. 

I ran the hot water and got into the shower. I closed my eyes and let the water crash down on me, washing away all of yesterday, and cleaning me up for today. A while later. I heard the bathroom door open.

"Babe?" I called out. 

No answer....

"Babe?" I stuck my head out of the shower door, "Babe, is that you?"

Still no answer.

"Damn it Steven, I swear to god, if you try to scare me, I'll-" I started getting annoyed. I hate being scared.

Suddenly he popped out of a corner making me jump.

"You'll what?" He grinned, knowing he frightened me.

"UGH STEVEN!" I yelled, giggling a little.

He stepped into the shower with me, getting very close to me, and pulling me into him.

"You'll what?" He repeated, grinning his Cheshire Cat smile, down at me.

"I don't know yet." I grinned. "But it'll be bad." I winked. 

He cupped my face, kissing me passionately. He slid his hands up and down my body, and pulled me close. He pulled back for a moment, and looked down at me, eyeing me up and down.

"You really are the most beautiful woman, I've ever laid eyes on. I love you." He smiled, and pulled me in for another kiss. I lightly bit his lip, hoping to tease him. When I got the responce I was looking for, I pulled back, and hopped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself, winked at Steven, and walked out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the walk in closet attatched to the bedroom. 

I picked out a pair of jeans, a black tank top, and my long, black and cream colored cardigan. Because It was December, it was cold, and wintery. Not like bitter New Jersey cold, but it was still cold, so I wrapped a fluffy scarf around my neck. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to make myself a large cup of piping hot tea to warm myself up, and calm myself down. 

I don't know why, but I was very on-edge. I was jittery, and nervous about something. Was it my American Idol decision? I don't know. I honestly don't. I was just a wreck. 

When I turned around, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but didn't realize that it was Steven, watching me dance around the kitchen. 

He scared me so much, that I ended up dropping my tea, shattering the mug it was in, and having tea spill all over the kitchen floor. When the mug hit the floor, the sound it made was so loud, it sounded like a gun firing off. I fell to my knees and screamed, with tears pouring out of my eyes. 

"Shit!" I muttered "Shit. shit. shit. shit. shit." I kept muttering. My shaking hands fumbling around, trying to  pick up the broken ceramic remains, of my favorite Aerosmith mug. 

"Baby!" Steven yelled and ran over to me, taking me into his arms, and rubbing my back trying to soothe me. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Calm down, love, it's okay. Shhhhh." He kissed my temple. I just fell into his arms, and cried. 

"Why." I asked. "Why? Why. Why?" I just kept muttering in between sobs. 

"Why what, Mia?" He smoothed my hair down and kissed my nose.