Quickdraw || Steven Tyler Fanfiction

Five

(Author's Note: Sorry I've been at rehearsals for the show all weekend hahaha. So anyways...)

Lucy's POV

"I thought you were fun to say the least...But I had plans. I became a marketer and dreamed of my life as an entrepreneur...But It didn't work out. I wanted something else. I went back to my acting roots and became a director."

Steven nodded softly, seemingly listening, though I figured he'd be a little tired by now.

We'd conversed at the bar for hours now. This probably wasn't how he planned spending his evening - I'm guessing he just wanted to get drunk, get laid and get out.

Poor guy.

"Steven..." I spoke up after a moment, biting my lip before continuing "What the hell happened to you? And Aerosmith... Joe hasn't called me in 9 years..."

"I don't know..." Steven mumbled, his eyes straying away from my face, as if avoiding the question.

"You don't know anything, dipshit" I huffed impatiently, rolling my eyes. Steven looked up at me, furrowed brows and pouting like a child. "Don't talk like that" he spat. I was suprised by this.

"You've changed..." I spat back.
"You don't even know me!"
"I know that you weren't like this last time!"
"Well maybe I have changed! I was a loser last time you met me, a fucking failure! I wasn't getting no where!"

I paused. I was shocked. The boy who sung 'Dream On' to me all those years ago was someone beautiful. A wild dreamer who wanted a future - and nothing would stop him getting it.

"But...You had a dream...you wanted to touch the stars..." I whispered, my voice almost broken. "And I did it! Look at me! I'm successful! Girls love me, I'm allover the papers! Ive got the stars clutched in my fucking fists!"

"Oh, shut up! You know this isn't your dream!" I yelled, suddenly losing it, standing up and kicking my stool aside - it crashed to the floor with a hollow 'thud'. At this point, people turned to us. Well, some had already been looking at Steven - but now, all eyes were on me.

"You're all on your own in a rundown shitty bar, drinking away all your problems and snorting coke! You shag women but can't be bothered to love them and you're band is fucking falling apart! You're about as far away from the stars as you can get!" I shouted, tears streaming down from eyes.

Okay, admittedly, I may have had a little too much alcohol by this point.

Steven sighed. I could tell he was angered - but he either didn't have the energy to argue, or he maybe perhaps didn't want to fight. He just have in, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"You're not my girlfriend..." He muttered, putting his head in his palms.

I furrowed my brows, tilting my head - but speaking softly. "I never said I was..."

He looked up, his dark hair falling away from his eyes as they met with mine. "You care an awful lot about my life for someone who has no romantic feelings for me..." He spoke hoarsely.

"I'm just a nurturing person." I stated, flatly, picking up my seat again and setting it down, before placing myself on it, opposite Steven at the bar. "And...I don't love you. That would be crazy. I barely know you. I just think you're gorgeous. I really liked the Steven I met nine years ago, I thought he was a real cutie. But, I'm not too sure about the Steven I'm seeing now." I muttered, coldly.

"Gee thanks..." Steven mumbled, looking down and swinging his feet. "Why did you kiss me?"

"What?"

"Nine years ago...You kissed me."

"Because I thought you were cute. And clever. And beautiful - inside and out."

Steven sighed. "I'm a fucking mess..."

I exhaled tiredly, looking at Steven. His body was slumped in his chair, thighs parted wide - defining his bulge, which was already visible through tight jeans -, looking down at the floor, his hair hanging over his eyes.

"...But it's still me" Steven whispered coarsely, looking up at me - with almost pained eyes "but you just look at me and see someone else...Why won't you see me?"

I sighed. I didn't want to be mean to him. I was angry because of Joe. Because he hadn't spoken to me since Aerosmith. And I was taking my anger out on Steven. Which was wrong.

"Can I speak to Joe?" I asked, softly. I made a brave move, placing my hand on Steven's kneecap comfortingly.

"I-I can take you to the studio tommorow morning." Steven shrugged lightly. "You're welcome to stay at my place tonight...Though, I should warn you, it's not exactly a 5 star venue."

"I don't care what it's like, I'll sleep wherever." I spoke, giving a reassuring smile.

Steven nodded, looking around nervously. I sensed he didn't feel like sticking around here too long. He fiddled with the bracelets on his wrists and bit into his plump lower lip. He stood up from his stool, pulling at the waistband of his jeans, he offered me his hand. I hesitated, before awkwardly taking his hand and stepping up out of my chair. He had a firm grip on my hand as he helped me up.

I looked at him as I stood, a tad tipsy from alcohol intake. Steven's hands moved to my hips to steady me, holding me tightly and surprisingly close. I lightly slapped his hands away. "Why are you holding my hips?" I asked, though I knew this would leave Steven in an awkward position.

"I-I don't know....Most girls like it" he shrugged nervously. I rolled my eyes and smirked. "I'm only coming with you to see Joe, so, don't try anything" I chuckled.

"What should I do then?" He asked, stepping out of the bar. The bracing cold hitting our thin frames.

"Just take me back to yours, that will be fine~"