Keep the Storm Clouds Back

That's My Kinda Trash

I honestly hardly remember the first half hour of being inside the hotel lobby with Steven and Jim while the rest of the guys worked their asses off in the storm. All I know is that I was going crazy and I could not believe what was happening to me.

I looked into Steven’s flawless face and absorbed every detail; every beautiful wrinkle and crease; his eyes; his lips. I watched as he downed a cup of instant coffee, thinking how funny it must be for him, as rich as he must be, to be drinking instant coffee. I asked him about this, keeping a humorous tone.  I tend to do that when I’m losing my fucking mind out of nervousness. “So, how’s that gourmet instant doin’ ya?”

He chuckled and I literally could have died, right there. I have to say, Steven Tyler’s laugh is the sexiest thing on the planet. “It’s not too bad actually; must be ‘cause you made it for me” he answered with a wink.

I’m positive I blushed. “Nah” I started to say just as the door opened, letting a huge gust of wind in. Along with the wind though, came the remainder of the band and two small, white balls of fur hooked to blue leashes. I knew that they were Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. 

“So, the battery’s dead and there’s no cell signal” Joe said, sitting down on a chair across from me. I was shaking with excitement.

"What's up girly, you look like you seen a ghost", Joe said. Yeah, he was speaking to me. 

Again, going for the humor, I nervously said, "So does your hair", referencing the streak of gray that ran through his long brown hair. 

Steven laughed and went on to introduce Jim and I to each of the guys. Just like I'd expected, Joey was kind of shy but pretty nice, Joe had a kind of 'I-wanna-seem-like-an-asshole-but-I'm-really-not' personality, Tom was just completely outgoing and nice. And Brad, well, he was a little bit of a smart ass.  

After the introduction, Steven and I sat down to talk to one another. For some reason he seemed to be kind of fascinated with me, and I had no problem with that at all. "C'mon, tell me about yourself Sandy. I'm sure you know just about everything about me...everyone does by now" Steven said. 

"Well I kind of ran away...it's a long story but basically, I was just sick of my family and pretty much my entire life. I was tired of everyone telling me that I need to do something with my life. And, I mean, it is pretty true that I have shitty dreams and goals".

"What do you mean 'shitty dreams and goals'?" Steven asked.

I laughed stupidly. "My biggest dream was actually to meet you. See, I've had a crush on you since I was eleven. Aerosmith is my favorite band ever and I really can't believe I'm having this conversation with you". 

Steven laugh, picking up Butch and handing him over to me. "Believe it honey. You know what? I like you Sandra Furrow". 

My self-esteem went up twenty points at that moment. I focused on the fluff in my hands. Butch was the softest dog I'd ever felt, and so small. "Oh my God Steven, if someone could have you and these dogs, they would be the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth". Realizing what I'd said, I looked away, wondering if it had been too flirty. 

"Aw baby, that's the sweetest thing I've heard in a while".

 "I think I'm gonna go get a drink" I said, removing myself from the situation. I could not believe that he had just called me 'baby'. I needed something with a lot of alcohol in it, and quick. But wait, I didn't want to get loaded and act like a retard in front of Steven. 

"Yo Jim, you got any tea?" I asked. 

He came back from the room that he had gone into earlier when Aerosmith first showed up. I turned around and looked around the room, taking in the setting: Tom, Brad, Joe, and Joey were playing some sort of card game. I scanned around some more and noticed that I was staring at Steven for what must have been ten seconds. I whipped my head back around and was met with Jim, setting a glass of iced tea on the desk. "Now do you want sug-"

"Just gimme the damn tea" I hissed, grabbing the drink and walking back to my seat with my head down. I sat down and took a long drink, wishing it was vodka.

 "What? Nothin' for me?" Steven asked, pretending to be hurt.

"I'm sorry, I...do you want mine?" I asked, feeling terrible. Of course he doesn't want yours you idiot. He doesn't want your fucking germs in his mouth. 

"Sure, is it sweetened?" Steven asked, taking the glass from my hand. He put the glass to his lips and, surprisingly, didn't turn it from where I had drank. 

"No, do you want some sugar?" 

He nodded, grabbing my hand. "Sugar is what I need, honey". His eyes met mine and I felt lightheaded. I needed to sit back down. My whole body went limp and I felt like smiling. I think Steven knows he has this effect on girls, because he just smiled that beautiful smile of his, which made my condition even worse. "What's wrong baby?" 

I made sure I was sitting down in a stable position before attempting to speak to him again. "Um, just, when you talk to me like that-"

He cut me off, sighing. "Shit...I guess I am too old. They keep telling me that I just make people uncomfortable and I seem creepy when I hit on girls now...look, I'm sorry Sandra". 

I gasped. "No Steven! That isn't it at all. I was gonna say that I like it when you call me baby and talk sweet to me. I fucking love it. It ain't creepy at all, and whoever said that is outta their mind". I stood up and hugged Steven. I didn't let go for a while and neither did he. I pulled away and looked at him, smiling. Just being in his presence had made me so much happier. 

"Hey, no making out in the lobby!" Jim shouted, laughing. 

"Shut the fuck up Jim" I sang. I turned back to Steven and focused on what we were talking about. "I really, honesly love you, Steven. And I know that's super dumb since we just met but, I don't know. I'm sorry". I just looked at him, waiting for a response. When he didn't answer, I was sure that I'd made a fool of myself. 

But then he just smiled and said, "Sandra, can I still have that sugar you asked me about?" And then, the next thing I knew, he kissed me. His lips landed against mine in one, quick motion. I could hardly breathe but I didn't even want to. His lips were warm and fit perfectly to mine. Five seconds in, our tongues joined in the dance and I was in pure ecstasy. After we parted, Steven sang quietly, "one little french kiss honey, that's my kinda trash".