Don't Ever Leave Me

Seven

I woke up and felt a cool breeze across my body, which was quite the rarity here in LA.

I was scared to open my eyes since I didn't know what I'd be waking up to. It happened so often; getting drunk and high and waking up somewhere I don't remember.

I didn't remember much from last night after Stevie and I got into a beer chugging contest which led to more drinking and eventually I lost track of who was winning. I probably won though.

I groaned and opened my eyes. I didn't realize my body was so sore as I stretched out. I looked straight at the ceiling, nervous to see who'd be next to me.

I looked around and quickly discovered the reason for the cool breeze. I was naked. Completely naked, except for my shoes. Which was definitely not normal. I didn't own any other shoes besides my worn-in all stars, I had since ninth grade so I was glad to see there where still there.

I was also glad to see I was on an actual bed. Well, it was just a mattress but that's better than waking up naked in a backyard, which is not pleasant for anyone involved. Trust me.

Everything appeared to be your average run-of-mill type bedroom. Dirty clothes on the floor, empty pizza boxes and vodka bottles, and an acoustic guitar against a wall.

Finally I looked next to me. I surprised that I actually recognized the man because usually in these types of situations I don't know who I'm waking up to.

I sat up and looked at the familiar sleeping blonde. I wouldn't have expected myself to end up in bed with him, but shit happens when your pissed drunk.

He groaned and stretched his long body. He rolled over and looked at me.

"Mornin', short stuff," he yawned.

"Good morning, giraffe," I laughed.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "So I'm guessing we um well you know last light," he questioned.

"I probably remember less than. It's been a week or two since I've been that drunk."

He snorted.

"Um, weird question, but where are my clothes exactly?" I asked, a painfully awkward smile on my face.

"The hell if I know. Damn I need some vodka," he complained.

I got up and started searching the ground for my KISS t-shirt and denim cut-offs. I felt a pair of eyes on me and realized I was being stared at. Probably because I was still naked.

"Do you have to stare directly at my nakedness?" I asked, annoyed.

"Sorry, I'm a man and you're a naked woman. It's not rocket science. I'm gonna look."

I rolled my eyes.

"Do you care if I just borrow a shirt?" I asked after giving up on actually finding my own clothes.

"Whatever."

I snatched a random shirt of the ground and was about to yank it on when the door burst open. I hurried to cover my body.

"Hey, Duff do you have the-" Steven's eyes had met mine.

"What're you doing here?" He asked.

"Not sure. I just kinda woke up naked with nothing but my shoes so," I tried to laugh it off but the situation was too strange.

"Oh," Steven said dejectedly.

"You were asking?" Duff said, still comfortably in his bed.

"Well, I guess it's not important," Steven turned and looked at me. "That dog you found yesterday is still here so I fed it my leftover hamburger, but you should probably go check on it."

I nodded and Stevie left.

"I think he likes you," Duff blurted out.

"Steven? Likes me? No. No way," I blushed.

Did I want Steven to like me? I mean he was really cute and we got along great, but I probably just ruined anything that would ever happen when he opened the door to Duff's room and saw me. I got butterflies in my stomach thinking about Steven liking me and all, but I had just shattered any chance of us. And I lost my favorite t shirt in the process.

I flopped down on Duff's bed. What had I done?

"Well, I guess it's too late now. You fucked it up," Duff patted my head.

"I'm an idiot." My words were muffled by the mattress I was still face down on.

"Hold on, I think I found something," Duff's arm came out from around the sheets holding a pair of bright red lace panties.

"Those would be mine. Anything else down there?"

After I found three fourths of my normal outfit I left Duff's room, feeling small in his giant Sex Pistols shirt. I felt guilty for no reason. I slept with Duff and while it's a choice I wouldn't have made sober, it was a choice I made myself. I didn't have an obligation to Stevie. Sure he was my friend and I really liked him, but that didn't mean I couldn't do what I wanted to do.

I went outside and welcomed the fresh air. I was surprised to see Popcorn the dog since I thought for sure he would've left over the course of the night.

I quickly went inside to find him some food. I was feeling extra guilty for leaving this dog hungry.

Steven was sitting inside and didn't say a word as I walked through his kitchen and to the fridge. I picked out some leftover bacon from god knows when because I assumed all dogs liked meat. I was hoping nobody would mind not having leftover bacon.

Steven followed me outside. "So Duff?" He questioned.

"I was drunk. I don't even remember anything. It's not a big deal," I avoided looking at Steven as I fed Popcorn.

"Okay, whatever you say. I guess I just didn't expect that. I certainly want to forget it."

"Well, now it's over and we can all forget about it."

"By the way, you're like super skinny. I think you should eat more," Steven commented. I guessed he meant when he saw me naked I was really skinny which I knew was true. I was probably underweight.

"Yeah, it's not always easy to find three meals a day, seven days a week," I wasn't lying. I didn't always have three meals a day. Sometimes I didn't have any food all day. It wasn't great, it certainly sucked dick but I couldn't really control that.

"Well, you know if you need something you can always stop by. Really," I could hear in Stevie's voice that he really cared. I didn't understand how he cared so quickly. He barely knew me.

"I'll be fine. I always am," I insisted. "Well I'll be off now. Adventure awaits.

And adventures came quicker than I thought.

A/N: AND HERES THE SECOND UPDATE FOR TODAY. so I really love Steven which we know and that's why I did two updates on his birthday. Even though this chapter hurt me to write. It had to be done. I'm sorry imaginary Steven I still love you. Also I'm really bad at regular updates but I'd expect a chapter (maybe two if I get my butt in gear) on Axl's birthday. And after that I'll try to be more regular but it might be hard because school is really draining and i always have like 360361 things happening.