Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

I'm ridin' round the world; doin' this and signin' that.

"Steven, get up get up get up!" I squealed jumping up and down on the bed. 
I plopped myself down on top of him, so I was straddling him.

He groggily opened his eyes, and smiled. I giggled as an adorable yawn escaped his lips.
"We're going on tour today!" I giggled, bouncing up and down on top of him.

"Is that today?" He yawned, sitting up as I sat on his lap, pulling my hips into his. 

"Don't act like you forgot." I chuckled, kissing his nose lightly. 

"I didn't," He laughed, flexing his hips and revealing his big ten inch. "But I'm a little side-tracked considering there's a gorgeous woman straddling me right now." 

"Oh stop…" I blushed hiding my face in my hands. I laughed, as I tried to lift myself off of him.
He grasped my hips, pulling me back so our bodies were once again, pressed against each other.
He was rather… happy… I could see. 
This made me giggle, uncontrollably. 

"Well, well. Lordie, my god. What have we got here?" I asked, as he flexed his hips into me, showing me his desire. 

I laughed, grinding my hips to his, relieving the delicious tension that was building up.
He grinned and flipped me over so my back was being pressed into the silky sheets, and he was now hovering over me, leaving mere centimeters between our lips. 

"And what about me is so funny, may I ask?" His hot breath tickled my lips, driving me insane. 

"Nothin'…" I chuckled, smirking down at his boxers. 

"That's what I thought…" He smirked, kissing my lips lightly, teasing me as best he could. "Well, instead of laughing about it, why don't you help me get rid of it?" 

"You don't have to ask me, twice." I laughed, kissing him full on the mouth. 
In seconds, my panties were off and he was in. 

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"Steven, is all your stuff packed?!" I called from the closet. 
I was making sure I wasn't going to forget anything…which would've completely sucked.

"Yeah!" he yelled across the house. His voice was very feint, and I could barely make out what he was saying. 

"What?!" I voiced, poking my head out of the closet to hear him better.

"Is all of Alaska's stuff packed?!" His voice grew louder as he made his way into the bedroom. 

"Yeah. I just finished." I smiled as he bounded into the bedroom.
He grinned a laughed lightly as he saw my head poking out of the closet door. 

With a smirk, I turn around and collected the bags; both of my suitcases, as well as Alaska's little suitcase.
I ran down the stairs and threw the suitcaes into the back of the limo, and then ran back into the house to make sure Steven was ready to go. 

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We pulled up to a brick apartment building resting on the outskirts of Los Angeles, ready to get Carla and her band.

"Baby, I'll be right back." I smiled kissing Steven lightly as I stepped out of the limo, making my way towards  the shabby building. 

I stepped into the shade of the bricks, and made my way through the vacant lobby.
There was an obvious spread of little mailboxes built into thew wall, and next to each box was a little doorbell. 
I quickly whipped out my phone and checked the last text message that Carla sent to me, reminding me which apartment she lived in. 
My eyes quickly scanned for the box with the engraving '525''.
The second I saw it, my arm snapped up and I abruptly rang the little while bell.

Moments later, a tiny intercom buzzed to life and a giddy 18 year old spoke.
"Mrs. Tyler?!" Carla was so excited she could barely contain herself. 

"I'm here!" I laughed, being just as excited as she was. 

"Okay, come right up!" she laughed, as I made my way towards the elevator and eventually to her little apartment. 
I sprinted off of the creaky elevator, and found her door, knocking on it quickly. 
The door swung open and a pair of electric green eyes screamed at me, announcing her excitement. 

"Mia! Mia Mia!" Carla's long black waves flew around her face as she cavorted up and down. "Come in! Please!" She stepped aside, allowing me to enter her tiny apartment. 
It was quiant, though sloppy. There were wrappers and papers thrown everywhere. The choking scent of cigarettes hung in the air, wafting through the crack underneathe the door of her mother's room. Empty beer bottles accompanied the wrappers, and the scent of stale beer mixed disgustingly with the smoke. 
I turned to face the group of teens behind me, reading their energy, which was radiating through the room. Their auras were so bright, so happy, that it gave the dreary bleak room, a happy and peaceful glow. 

"Ready, guys?" I asked, referring to the boys standing behind Carla. 
Instantly they blushed and their eyes sparkled. 

"Mrs. Tyler, I'd like to introduce my band; Stealing Saturday." She grinned going down the line of boys before her. 
The first boy she introduced had chocolate hair, cut in a bieber-esque style. He had chocolate eyes to match the shade of his hair, and rosey lips to match the color of his flushed cheeks.
His distressed jeans were covered by a baggy black, Diamond Supply Co. sweatshirt.
"This is Connor, my drummer." She giggled, blushing as she said his name. He smiled and waved sheepishly. 
I did just that, and then turned my attention to the next boy, who seemed to be the exact opposite of Connor. 

"This is Gavin, my guitarist." Carla winked at him, as a boyish smirk spread across his thin lips. 
Gavin was the exact opposite of Connor. He was mysterious, and ominous. His blonde hair was whipped up into an Edward Cullen sort of updo, and his grey eyes burned into me, flashing silver like moonlight hitting the ocean. His smirk was pulled into a dark grin, revealing pearly white, and perfectly straightened teeth. He winked and gave a slight head nod. 
"Sup, Babe?" His velvet voice could send shivers down my spine. Fortunately, I've dealt with my fair share of bad-boys, so it didn't effect me in the slightest… Plus, I had my own bad boy waiting in the limo for me. 
He was clad in a pair of obscenely tight black jeans, and a Stones t-shirt, which was covered only slightly, by a black leather jacket.
Unlike Connor, who was the band's sweetheart (kind of like Joey), Gavin was definitely the smouldering bad-boy, similar to Joe. 

Carla made her way to the third, and final boy of the group. 
"And this… is Alec, my bass player." She blushed, stepping next to him and intertwining her fingers with his. It hit me, that this was the Alec she was telling me about; this was her boyfriend. 
Alec's long legs were hidden by a pair of khaki colored corderoy skinny jeans, and his tight torso, by a navy blue plaid shirt, buttoned up to his collarbone. 
His short, dark brown hair completely contrasted his broodingly dark blue eyes, which matched his shirt  perfectly. 
Alec smiled and stuck out a strong hand for me to shake, which made me smile. "It's an honor to meet you. I'm such a big fan!" His voice cracked slightly, though it was deep 

"It's great to meet you guys." I smiled, turning to Carla. "We should get going, though. Where are your bags? I'll help you guys bring them down to the limo." 

"We have a limo?!" I heard Connor's small voice for the first time, which caught me off guard. 

"Yeah! Let's go!" I laughed a little. 

"Okay, our stuff is in my room, so let's just grab it quick, before my mom wakes up…" Carla muttered as she strutted past me, leading me to her tiny shoe-box bedroom. 

We walked down the white-walled hallway, passing several closed doors on our way. 
One door, however, was cracked open slightly, and I could see a woman, passed out, lying on her bed.
Her dirty brown hair was disheveled, and she seemed as though there was a film of dirt over her entire body. 
Her fragile arm hung off the bed, with boney fingers clinging to a lit cigarette, which was stuffed between her pointer and middle fingers. Sprawled across the floor by the bed, where cigarette butts, and empty liquor bottles. 
I could see exactly why Carla spent as much time away from home as she could. I really truly felt for her. 

We made our way into the small white-walled bedroom, grabbing the luggages that we saw, which averaged out to be about two suitcases per person. 
We quietly made our way out of the apartment, and down the elevator. 

As we stepped out into the breezy April air, the four teens behind me gasped as they stared at the dazzling white Hummer limo before them.

I made my way to the trunk and opened it up, throwing bags into it. Within a minute, everything was packed up and we were all piling into the limo.

"Hi, baby." I smiled as I plopped down next to Steven, and my daughter.
I took her in my arms and began to coo at her, as Carla sat down on the leather booth next to me. 
"Look Alaska, Carla's here!" I smiled, handing my babygirl over to her. 

She played with the baby for a bit, I nuzzled into Steven, who put him arm around me, as we made our way to the airport. 

"This really is so cool, thank you so much for this oppourtunity." Alec was absolutely beside himself, and I could truly see how grateful he was. 

"No problem at all. I obviously know about struggling bands," Steven smiled at the memories of working his ass off for Aerosmith. "So I'm more than happy to help, and I know Mia is too." 
I felt his arm tighten around me as he kissed the top of my head. 
I could feel Gavin's grey eyes boaring into me, so I didn't bother looking, I just focused on Ali and Carla.

"I'm just so stoked to meet Tom Hamilton. He's literally my inspirtation." Alec giggled bouncing in his seat. 
"Me too, dude. Joe Perry's a fuckin' guitar god!" Gavin announced, agreeing with his bandmate.

"Oh, I bet Jordan and Ryan will love to hear that." I laughed, rolling my eyes playfully. I guess they were either scared shitless being around stars as big as Steven and I, or didn't realize that I was joking, because Alec instantly looked taken aback and tried to cover himself.

"Shit, no that's not what I meant…Uh… Jordan Black's a kickass bassist, he is… But… Uh…" He stuttered, and turned bright red. 

"Calm down, kid. I'm only joking. I know, though. I tell Jordan all the time that he and Tom should get together and teach each other. Tom's phenominal. Have you heard the things he can do with a fretless bass? The bass work on Hole In My Soul is pure genius."  I laughed, trying to loosen the kids up. 

"Well, Ryan's a good guitarist, but Joe Perry is Joe fuckin' Perry. There's no getting around the fact that he's the best guitarist that Rock n' Roll has ever seen." Gavin deadpanned, smouldering me with his piercing grey eyes. "I mean, listen to the solo's on Cryin', or on Toys… Or even his bluesy bits on The Grind. The whole Honkin' On Bobo album is fileld with blues riffs that only a genius like Perry could come up with."

I smirked, as the entire limo went quiet.
"Kid, you don't watch American Idol, do you…" I chuckled lightly, as I felt Steven's hand squeeze my shoulder lightly. 

"Nah, sweetheart… But I heard you kicked ass a few seasons ago…" His stare was beginging to make me feel uncomfortable, though I kept my cool. 

"I figured… Well, not trying to talk down Joe's ability. He is a guitar god. We all know it. But I was the one who wrote the Grind. I came up with the chords, and lyrics and all. I barely knew Steven when I wrote it too. Steven, Joe, and I all came up with most of the riffs on that album. It wasn't just him. It was a collab effort. On the album that Aerosmith is currently working on, Joe's actually working with Brad as well as my guitarist, Ryan. Just so you know…" I rolled my eyes, annoyed by this kids arrogance.
I honestly couldn't wait to see how he played. As much as I want Carla's band to work out, I don't want an arrogant son of a bitch like that to be a bad influence on her. 

The limo was silent for a few minutes, until we reached the private runway of the airport where the band's jet was waiting. 
We all piled out of the limo and made our way up the steps of the jet.
With Alaska in my arms, and Steven right next to me, I plopped down in my usual seat; the one just infront of the mini bar… of course… 
I watched as the kids piled onto the jet and went insane. 

"Oh my god, dude!" Connor cracked a large grin, and began laughing like the excited teenager he is. 

"Man! This is so fucking cool!" Gavin was amazed.

"This is…" Carla was at a loss for words. Her expression was pure shock, mixed with a little enchantment. It was written plain on her face that this is what she's waited so long for. 

"Like it?" Steven laughed, playing with my wedding ring, and twirling it around my finger, as I held Alaska close between us. 

"This is amazing!" Alec laughed, taking a seat next to Carla. ?
The way the jet was set up, was such that there were groups. 
There were four seats facing each other, like a booth at a diner, with a small table placed in between them. 
There were four of these little groups, so that the plane could fit 16, not counting the small seats set up in the front and back of the plane for the stewardesses. 

Alec was seated next to Carla, and across from them was Gavin and Connor. 
Their little quad was directly across the cabin of the plane from Steven and I.
Minutes later, another group of people climbed aboard. 

"Hey, Mia!" Ryan called out from the last step of the plane, before he poked his head through the door and walked through the cabin. He was followed by a Grinning RJ, and Jordan, who was stuffing his face with Taco Bell. "We're here!"

"Oh my god, you're on time for once!" I laughed, handing Alaska to Steven so I could get up and hug him. Once I released him from my viper grip, I spun around to face Carla's group. "Guys, meet Carla. This is her band, Stealing Saturday. That's Carla, Connor, Alec, and Gavin." I smiled, pointing them each out to my boys.
They all smiled and waved at each other, then turned back to me. 

"So Ry, I've got some great news, and some really shitty news…" I smiled nervously, biting my prominent lower lip. 

"Shit… uh… Good news first." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

"We're gonna do another album…" I smiled, excited as ever. 

"And the bad news?" He winced, covering his eyes with his hands, and peeking out from beneath his fingers. 

"Uh… Well… I just don't know what it's gonna be on… Like I've got a song just dying to come out, but I think I'm getting writer's block again. I just…" I sighed, getting frustrated that this keeps happening to me. The conversation between Stealing Saturday was obvious, as they began discussing things they wanted to do while on tour with us. 

"Oh fuck, Mia." RJ leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling of the jet. 

"Oh shut up! I can't help it!" I whined, throwing a small pillow at him. "And you know what, how about you write a song then…" 

"Woah woah woah…" He laughed, putting his hands up defensively. "Lyrics aren't my niche… Beats are. Joey and I hav-"

"What did I do?" Joey questioned as he stepped onto the plane, followed by the rest of Aerosmith, Lauren and Eddie. 

"Hey guys!" I laughed, catching a glimpse of Carla's, now silenced, band. They were all staring in astonishment at the Rock-Gods before us. 

"Oh my god…" I heard Gavin gasp at the sight of Joe, who was now sitting down with Lauren and little Beth, in the seats across from Steven and I. 

"Guys, that's Carla and her band Stealing Saturday." I smiled, introducing them, just like I had with my band. They all exchanged nods and smiles, and silent hello's, though I could tell the members of Stealing Sunday were practically shitting themselves. 

"So where are the other girls?" I asked Joe as I took my seat next to Steven. "Terry? Linda? Kim?"

"They're meeting us at the Hotel." He shrugged, nonchallantly. 

"Yeah!" Tom called out from the quad behind us, poking his head up in his seat so he could see me. "Terry, Linda and Kim left yesterday, and are already there. They checked us all in, already."

"Go, Girls." I laughed, as Steven kissed my cheek.

Within minutes, we were up in the air and headed towards our first destination; Honolulu, Hawaii.
 
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After I showed Carla and her band to their suite, Steven, Ali and I made our way to our villa. 

When the doors opened, I feel like I was transported to some unmistakable paradise. 
The villa was open and airy, and just absolutely beautiful. 
Because it was directly on the beach, our back porch lead out directly onto the sand. 
The glass french doors were open, and a delicious salty sea breeze was blowing the thin white sheer curtains into the room. 
The pinewood flooring lead us from the front door, all thr way through to a stunning living room area, where there were brown leather couches surrounding a mahogany coffee table, in the shape of a surfboard.
Just to the left of the couches was a beautiful kitchen, with a white marble island, and mahogany cabinets, and a matching, fully stocked, bar.
To the right of the couches sat a stunning white Steinway grand piano, with it's top open. 

"This is stunning" I gasped, holding Alaska in my arms. 

"I know, the boys and I always use this place whenever we toured here." Steven grinned, carrying our bags into the bedroom. 
I folled him, only to find a grandiose California king bed, with white silk sheets, and a fluffy down comforter. 
Directly next to the bed, was a matching crib, which I assume Steven asked for. 
I placed Alaska in the crib and then went to Steven, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

"This is so perfect." I grinned, staring up into his eyes. "Bring on this tour!"

"Let's do this, baby." He grinned, kissing me passionately.