Keep On Dreaming.

Natural High

To our luck, Samantha was the one voted off the show for the week, after she gave a terrible performance on friday night. 

Steven's now an old man, 28 to be exact. 

"Baby, get your shoes on." I said, getting up off the couch and grabbing my car keys. "I wanna take you out somewhere special." I grinned, and so did he. He hopped off the couch and sprinted to go get his shoes on.

You know, I think Steven's spent more time at the American Idol mansion in these past few months, than he has at our house in L.A, which is literally like 10 minutes away from here. 

"So where are you taking me on this fine Sunday afternoon?" Steven teased as we drove down the street.

"You'll see." I grinned. We drove for a few more minutes until we pulled up to this beautiful park in L.A. Everything was green and beautiful, and there were flowers everywhere. In the center of the park was this big beautiful man made lake, with a huge fountain in the center of it. 

We got out of the car, and held hands as we walked through the park.

"This is beautiful." He sighed "But not as beautiful as you." He chuckled and kissed me. 

As we continued to walk, more and more people recognized us, and were constantly being stopped for pictures and autographs. We didn't mind, and we were happy to give them out, but after a while we got tired of it, and decided to walk back to the car. 

We passed by this little ally way next to where our car was parked, and an older looking man hobbled out to us.

"Aye. Aye yo, hold up." He said, and I instantly froze. "Can I ask you guys a question?"

"Uh... Sure..." I mumbled.

"Hey, you're that Steven Tyler, guy, right? From that big band...uh.... Aerosmurf? Aero-somthing." He began to ramble

"Aerosmith." Steven chuckled

"That's it!" The guy smiled. He wad yellow teeth and a few of them were missing or crooked. "So uh... You still into the drugs? I got some fine dope right here, that'll blow your shit away." He grinned again, pulling a bag of off-white powder out of his pocket. 

Steven's eyes got wide. 

"Nah, brother, I'm about 4 years sober, and I intend on staying that way. Thanks for the offer though. Have a good one." He said as he pulled me back to the car. He got into the drivers seat, and sped down the road,  almost as if he was trying to escape something, chasing him. 

"Mia... You listen to me." He said in a stern voice. "Mia, you better NEVER get into drugs, okay?"

"Okay, I think that shit's nasty anyway." I sighed

"No, I'm serious. Promise me you'll never do it." He was getting adjitated.

"Baby, pull over." I muttered

He looked at me confused

"Just, please pull over." I said again, and he did as was told. "Look at me." I held his head in my hands. 

"I get a high off of you. Off of singing, performing, being on stage. Off of knowing I did something to help someone. I get a natural high off of living. I don't need drugs. Never have never will.." I smiled, reassuring him.

"Good. I never want you to slip down that road. It's dangerous." He seemed really scared. "I was in and out of rehab about 3 times. I've been 4 years sober now, and I want it to stay that way. I don't want to lose you or myself to drugs." He choked out. 

"You'll never lose me. I promise." I kissed him.