Rehearsals had begun and I was nervous as hell! Mick had come by the night before to try calm my anxieties but all he did was make it worse. I got dressed, choosing a black blouse and skirt with high boots. Mick picked me up and took me to the space where we were to meet. I put my bag down, taking out my notebook and began to write somewhere off in the corner. Mick went to talk with some of the people who would be working on the show. When John and Christine arrived, they each kissed my cheeks.
"How have you been?" Christine asked me, leaving John to go tune his bass and joke around with Mick.
"Good" I reply simply. "Have you, um, seen Lindsey?"
"Oh jeez, Stevie..."
"What?"
"Don't do this to yourself, love"
I look up and there he is. He's got his guitar case, a tiny notebook jammed into the back pocket of his jeans and a pen behind his ear. His hair is no longer super short and I see his beautiful curls again. He isn't clean shaven either and he looks irresistible. He walks over to mend everyone greets the golden boy.
"Hey, you look great" he tells me.
"You don't look half bad yourself" I wink. He sits down his guitar case and everyone around us leaves. "So are you ready?"
"Yeah, I'm stoked to be able to go on the road again"
"Me too. So um..." I begin. There is so much I want to talk to him about. The missing years, the time we could have spent together, what he was doing. I know I shouldn't be asking as Mick and I have been fooling around me I know he wants me.
"Yes?" He asks, mirroring me as he bites his lip. Just as I open my mouth, Mick claps his giant hangs, calling us all over. He talks to us for a few minute then we begin running through the set list. It's still a rough list but we are really carving it out. It feels good to be performing again. We start into Landslide and he is looking at me the way he did many many years ago. I reach out and touch his shoulder as he plays and he flashes me a beautiful boyish smile. When we finish the song everyone is clapping for us and we are pulled out of our own little world. He kisses my hand and my eyelashes flutter flirtatiously.
"You are beautiful" he whispers and I cast my gaze downward. At the end of rehearsal, when everyone is leaving, he takes me aside.
"Hey, if you're not busy, do you want to grab a drink?"
"Uh, yeah, I'd like that"
"Cool" he says casually, jamming his hands down into his pockets. I'm joined by Mick who grabs me around the waist and kisses my hair. Lindsey looks uncomfortable, turning around to leave.
"Shit" I say to myself.
"Ready to go home, love?" My tall English King asks me.
"Yeah, sure" My mood is visibly more subdued now and I'm quiet the whole way home. I don't invite him inside, I don't kiss him as he leaves...not even a hug. I go to my living room, sitting in the chair next to the little table holding my phone. I dial his number, waiting and waiting as it rang. He picked up, but didn't speak.
"Lindsey, it's me"
"I guessed"
"Please don't be mad with me"
"For what? Leading me on, all the while you're with Mick"
"It's not like that. We're very casual"
"Okay"
"Come over. Let's not do this over the phone."
"You know, Stevie, I don't think that's a very good idea"
"Give me one reason" The line is quiet. "Come see me. You know where I am"
I hang up afterward and hope he really does come over. I tell myself not to hold my breath but I am pacing in front of my windows like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home. I give up waiting after almost two hours, going to my bathroom to remove my make up, moisturize my skin and change into comfortable clothes.
So much for that drink! I think to myself.
A/N: Sorry for the short update
