Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Getting My Wings

I stared out the window of the Aerosmith jet, as we were all headed to L.A to continue my tour.

The guys weren't on tour right now, but they had little surprise gigs, here and there.

I was really happy that they were all so supportive of me, and my career. 

Though they came out with a new album, and should've started a tour months ago, they decided to wait until my tour was over, so Steven and I wouldn't have to be too far apart.

Steven noticed I was deep in thought, picked up my hand, and kissed my knuckles.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked

"Oh, nothing. It's just... The last time I was on this jet, headed to L.A, it was when I was going through to Hollywood week, on Idol." I paused smiling, "And now, I'm headed back there to finish up a tour, and to visit the place where it all started." I sighed.

"I'm so proud of all you've accomplished, Mia." He grinned "I really do love you."

He kissed my knuckles again. We sat there for the duration of the flight, holding hands, and feeding off of each others auras. 

About an hour later, we landed and met the paparazzi as we strolled off of the jet, and through the airport. When we reached the doors of the airport, we saw chauffeurs holding up signs with our names on it. We grabbed our luggages, and headed off to the cars, waving good bye to the paparazzi, as the cars whisked us away to our L.A home. 

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"Ugh, it's great to be back." I said as I plopped onto the large memory foam mattress in the master bedroom. 

"It really is." Steven sighed as he plopped down next to me.

I rolled over, laid my head on his chest, and sat there listening to his heart beat, which was perfectly in time with my own. 

"Traveling always makes me so tired." I crawled under the covers and yawned. 

Steven joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

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When we woke up I looked over at the familiar clock and noticed it said 7:13 p.m 

"Shit!" I said, as I jumped out of Steven's arms, and out of bed.

"What's wrong, baby?" Steven asked, rubbing his eyes, and yawning.

"We've gotta get ready! We'll be late for the show tonight!" I squealed as I stripped out of my clothes and hopped into the shower. Steven quickly did the same and joined me. 

After we finished showering, I quickly dried my hair, curled it, and put some make-up on. 

I slipped on a pair of tight leather pants, and my rocker boots. I was also wearing a black bra with studded spikes on it, and a very low cut white tank top, so you could see the studs, and a red blazer. 

As I walked out of my closet, Steven walked out of his, at the same time.

"All the time." I rolled my eyes, staring at him in his leather pants, white sheer shirt, and red jacket. "Get your own style, Tyler." I chuckled and kissed him. 

"But seriously... we're not gonna leave the house like this... are we?" He laughed and then had a serious look on his face. 

"Of course not! You're gonna go change." I said

"Why do I have to change?! I was out here first!" He laughed, and then sighed 

"No, I was!" I fought back, and he just shook his head. "Fine! We'll both go change!" I said, as I walked back into the walk-in closet. I grabbed my bright blue blazer, and exchanged my red one for it.