Don't Ever Leave Me

Six

"I swear you are the most easily distracted person ever," Steven complained.

We were on the way back to Stevie and the guys's place after our nap. It was dark and I had already stopped three or four times for 'no reason'. It wasn't my fault. I just saw things and had to look.

He wasn't wrong-I was distracted easily. I had a curious mind and I wasn't afraid to explore. Probably why I got into so much trouble.

This particular moment I stopped because I saw a fluffy blonde dog who looked very frightened.

The dog's blonde fur was dirty and matted. It was really skinny too. The poor guy was just laying there in between two buildings. The dog looked so sad. I couldn't ignore the pang of sympathy for the dog.

"Stevie, I can't just leave the puppy here," I was gonna convince Stevie to let me bring it to his house to feed it. I had to.

"What else are we supposed to do?"

"We could take to back to your house and feed it and keep it," I smiled innocently and made sure to convince him best I could.

"It probably wouldn't even want to come with us. It's a scared stray."

I rolled my eyes.

I walked over to the dog slowly. I didn't want it to be frightened of me. The dog didn't react. Maybe it was hurt.

As I got closer, I was certain the dog was fine besides the fact it was clearly hungry. And all dirty.

I bent down slowly and gave the dog a second to smell me. The dog let me pet it.

"How the hell?" Stevie said angrily.

"What?" I replied confused.

"You just walk up to random dogs and they trust you?"

"I'm a dog whisperer," I joked.

"I guess so," he looked so puzzled. It was adorable.

I got up and walked away, the stray following me.

"What should we name him?" I asked Stevie.

"First off we don't need to name it because we aren't keeping it and secondly how do you know it's a boy?"

I rolled my eyes. "How 'bout we call him Popcorn? He's got the same color hair as you."

"You aren't naming a random dog after me."

"Stevie c'mon," I whined. "You're so awesome I naming this random ass dog after you."

"No."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yeah."

"Absolutely not."

"Absolutely yes."

"You're ridiculous."

"Well, you're um ridiculous too." What is with me and terrible comebacks?

"Fine, you can name your dog after me but it's your dog and I'm only letting you 'cause you're terrible at comebacks and very stubborn."

"Thank you," I grinned. Then I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Oh that's it you little shit!"

I scream-laughed and then ran away with Popcorn (the dog and the man) hot in my heels.

We arrived at Stevie's (even though I got lost for a little bit) and it was clear that I shouldn't bring Popcorn (the dog) inside.

It was quite apparent from the outside of the house that there was a party happening. Loud music and random cars and shit on the front lawn.

"Hey Stevie where should I put this dog?" I asked only to realize Steven was already inside.

Well then.

I told the dog to sit and that I'd be back soon. Then I went inside.

It was so crowded I could barely move. Girls, guys, people of questionable genders. Seemed like every person in the city was here.

I looked around scanning for a familiar face. I knew I had to be careful (ish) with all these people here because more than likely I've met quite a few of these people. And probably not under the best circumstances. But then again everyone was drink or high or both.

I walked aimlessly around rejecting suspicious cups and trying not to be noticed.

The music was loud, as well as everyone talking and laughing and screaming. Smoke was above my head and every breathe I took filled my lungs with smoke. There was leather jackets, pants, skirts everyone was wearing leather. Everyone's long hair was all teased up too. It probably wouldn't be safe to have a lighter out.

I felt someone grab my shoulders. I whirled around ready to punch a creep but then I relaxed realizing it was just the red head lead singer.

"Hey, dude!" I was quite relieved I had not encountered a creep.

"Hey, Steven is looking for you!" He shouted over the blaring music.

Everyone was so loud I couldn't even hear what music was playing.

"Where's he at?"

He grabbed my hand in response and dragged me through the hoards of people.

Finally we broke into the kitchen were Steven was with the rest of the band and some other heavily intoxicated people.

Bottles of alcohol varying in amounts were sitting on the counter next to a beer funnel and several empty beer cans.

"Heidi!" Steven shouted. He was clearly a little drunk.

I smiled and the red head shoved me over to Steven.

"Thanks, Axl!"

The singer (Axl gotta remember that; I keep forgetting everyone's name) laughed and raised his cup.

Steven put his arm around my shoulder and grinned at me.

"So, many do you think you can do?" He asked me.

"How many what?"

"How many beers can you chug through the funnel?"

"More than you," I snorted.

"Oh, it's on, short stuff!"

"Whatever you say, Stevie," I laughed.

A/N: ITS STEVEN ADLER'S BIRTHDAY! OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I wrote two chapters for today so double update for Stevie. The next one will be up soon.