Bleed To Love Her (B.N)

Some Time Later

Lindsey pulled into his driveway, a nervous Stevie sitting shotgun beside him. “Welcome to my home.” Lindsey said quietly, getting out of the car. He walked round to Stevie’s side of the car and opened the door for her. “Madame?” He said in a mock English accent, one that Mick would be proud of. Stevie giggled like a schoolgirl and took hold of Lindsey’s out stretched hand. He helped her out of the car, shutting the door behind her. They walked hand in hand into his house. “Just wander through, make yourself at home. I’ll be with you in a minute.” Lindsey said, smiling down at Stevie. She nodded and did as she was told, almost floating into the living room. It was almost as grand as hers, just without the Stevie touch of chiffon, silk, candles and fancy lamps everywhere. “He said to make myself comfortable…” She whispered to herself, sitting on the couch and removing her boots. Placing them carefully aside and out of the way, Stevie positioned her comfortably, sitting cross-legged as she waited for Lindsey to join her. He appeared a few minutes later, carrying a silver tray with two bottles of their favourite beer on it, accompanied by a single pink rose. Stevie chuckled as Lindsey set the tray down on the coffee table in front of them. “I thought you’d like it.” Lindsey said, walking over to the fireplace. Stevie picked up the rose and smelt it, smiling at the familiar scent. Lindsey had given her pink roses many times before in their time together, even after they officially broke up. But it had been 7 years since he’d last given her one; the day after Lindsey said he was leaving Fleetwood Mac, a messenger had handed the last to her. Stevie looked at the rose sadly as Lindsey finished lighting the fire and joined her on the couch. “Like it?” Lindsey asked, removing his own shoes and putting an arm around Stevie, resting it on the back of the couch. “Mmm. I love it. You know I do. It’s my favourite thing to receive off you.” “Your favourite?” Lindsey asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. Stevie nudged him. “Okay! Maybe not my favourite! But it’s definitely second.” She rested her head on Lindsey’s arm behind her, turning to look at him. She watched his brilliant blue eyes flitting from one part of her face to another. “You’re so beautiful, Steph.” He whispered after a while. Stevie chuckled. “You’ve known me since you were 16; haven’t you got a new way to flatter me?” Lindsey laughed, kissed her forehead and handed her a beer. “Anyway, where did you find these? I thought they went out of business years ago.” Stevie asked, taking a gulp of their old friend. Stevie remembered it like it was yesterday:

Stevie had just joined Fritz and they’d done their first 'tour' with her as their new singer. It had gone down a storm and Fritz was more popular than ever, now drawing in a more varied audience because of their dazzling new centre piece. To celebrate, Lindsey had decided they should try and score some booze. The cheapest they could find was a little 8-bottle pack of beer for $2. The rest of the band hated it, but for some reason or another, Stevie and Lindsey loved it. It became their drink, even after they got together. They had both stopped drinking it when they had enough money to buy good booze and forgot about it completely when they were no longer together.

Stevie took another swig from her bottle as Lindsey took another swig from his. “I was on a  walk and I came across this little minimart that sold them. So I bought a few packs.” Stevie’s eyes lit up. “Better not let it go to waste then!” She exclaimed. Lindsey laughed and went to get them another two bottles.