One Promise Too Late

Chapter 11

Where Everyone Would Love To Drown

Mick left, as he had said, the next morning with John, Chris, Ken and Richard. She wen back inside and sat down on the couch. What to do... She went upstairs and lit a few candles and tried to write a few poems but nothing came. She decided to go down to the studio and put some records on. She was distracted by her guitar in the corner. She made a detour and picked it up off it's stand and put the strap around her. She sat down on the couch trying to played chords for a few mintues but eventually got frustrated and put it down. She wished she could play as well as Lindsey. Lindsey... She drifted off thinking about Lindsey and how he played for her the other morning. He made it look so effortless. It probably was for him. She had an idea. She went back upstairs and picked up the phone dialing the number that was listed under his contact in the address book. 1 ring...2 rings...4.....7.... just when she was about to hang up she heard a voice pick up the other end of the line. She heard him. His voice melted her like butter. "Hello?"

She froze up. "Hello...."

"Oh, hi, uh sorry Lindsey. It's Stevie."

"Oh hi Stevie, what's up?"

"Not a whole lot, how about you?"

"Not much, just sititng around." He laughed.

Ugh, his laughed. She rolled her eyes back dramatically.

"I was...er, wondering if you'd maybe like to come over....?" She hesitated.

She felt like a freshman again. "Yeah, sure, that'd be nice."

"Okay! Oh and could you bring your guitar."

He smiled. "Sure thing. How about 3:00 p.m.?"

2 hours... "Souns good! I'll see you then!"

"Okay, bye now."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone and went back upstairs to change for the second time that day. She slid on a simple brown skirt that hit below her knees, then put on one of her new blouses that had layers of chiffon hanging down followed by a flower patterend scarf. She quickly cleaned around the house before he arrived. She nearly jumped out of her boots when she heard him knocking on the door. She swung open the door and welcomed him in. "Hey Lindsey. Thanks for coming over, it gets a little lonely in here once in a while."

"Hey, no problem i feel the same way! I really enjoy your company."

"Oh my gooood!" Her mind screamed. "He 'enjoys my company'!!!! "

She played it cool and smiled back. "Would you like something to drink?" SHe offered, showing him to the living room.

"That'd be nice."

He took a seat on one of the leather sofa's, which musy have cost a fortune! He looked around the room at all the photo's on the walls and tables while Stevie mixed their drinks. He saw photo's of what appeared to be her parents, her brother and either some friends or her sisters. They all resembled each other so much he couldn't tell. "Straight up or on the rocks?" She asked over her shoudler. "Um, on the rocks soudsn good."

She got back to work as he reached over the couch to lift up a picture frame of Stevie and Mick on their wedding day. She looked so beautiful in white lace. "You know, you should be doing this yourself Mr. Buckingham, you're supposed to be the previously experienced bar tender here."

He carefully set the picture frame back down and walked over to her. "Here, let me help." He said taking the glasses from her hands.She watched him for a while before turning on the radio and sititng on the couch. She tapped her fingers on the arm of the couch keeping the beat. "Here you go." He said handing her one of the glasses.