Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Sugar Honey Iced Tea

"Steeeveenn!" I slurred, trying to regain a decently coherent mental state. "I took care of it! It'ssss okaayy!"

"No, Mia!" He snapped, anger radiating off of him. "What makes him think it's okay to go around kissing my wife!"

"It's not!" The sense of urgency Steven was dispersing throughout the room brought me crashing down to earth. "That's why I slapped him and told him to never speak to me again!" 

"But you didn't think to fucking tell me about this?!" He practically screamed. 

"No, because I knew you'd react like this!" I yelled back. "Carla needs this, and I don't want her chance to be ruined because that fucking sleeze came onto m-" 

I was cut off by a swift knock at the door.

"What?" Steven growled, never tearing his eyes from mine. 

No one answered, but instead there were two more knocks on the heavy wood of the door. 

"Jesus fucking christ…" He huffed, turning around and heading for the door. 

I made my way towards the little bar that was resting behind the chocolate couch, and poured myself another drink, quickly gulping it down. 

I stumbled back to where I stood, before Steven opened the door. 

You know that totaly cliché moment, where you're fighting with someone, about someone else, and that someone else just happens to show up?

This is my life; one big fucking cliché. 

The moment Steven swung the door open an icy chill entered the room, that radiated from Steven's heart. Gavin stood in the door way, looking bashful and…well… terrified. 

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't fucking kill you…" Steven growled, spitting venom.

"B-because…" Terrified, Gavin stumbled on his words. "I came to apologize."

"Damn fucking right you should apologize." He grumbled. 

Gavin looked past Steven and into the room, where I stood, half drunk, tugging on my red dress. 

"Mia, I'm so sorry. I… I just think you're the sexiest person I've ever met, and you're funny and practically perfect. I fucking love you and I have for the longest time and I was so excited to come on tour when Carla told us about this, cause I knew I'd be around you." 

"Well…" I sighed, taking a step…well…stumble, forward. "I'm married, and I'm in love with my husband. You're a sweet ki-…No, I'm sorry, you were nothing but an arrogant asshole to me, since we first met. Steven and I love each other, and I'm not about to let you get in the middle of that. Literally, the only reason I'm allowing you to stay on tour with us, is because I know how much Carla needs this."

"S-so…" He muttered, looking down at the floor. "You don't actually want me here?"

"No she doesn't" Steven snapped, still positioned by the door, ready to throw him out. 

"Not if you're going to act like a fucking douchebag…" I kept my ground though it felt like the ground was keeping me. 

"I'm not… I mean… Like you said. Let's just fucking deal with this.. for Carla." He huffed and turned around, making his way wordlessly out of the room. 

Steven slammed the door behind him, and turned to face me. 

I stumbled over towards the bed, and collapsed on top of it, while trying desperately to take off my heels. 

Silently, Steven came over to me, and one by one unzipped each of my black stillettos and pulled them off of me. 

He then went over to the bar, and poured himself something… Vodka? Water? I'm not sure, but it was clear.