Quickdraw || Steven Tyler Fanfiction

Six

Steven's POV

"So yeah, it was basically Max's Kansas City where it all started..." I explained, paying the taxi and stepping out into the street.

"Sounds exciting..." Lucy muttered, smiling to the cab driver.

I puckered my lips in thought. I could tell she was pissed. Her best friend hadn't spoken to her in nearly a decade - I never knew Joe could be such an asshole.

I offered her my hand and helped her out, trying to be at least a little kind to her. "It's this one..." I gestured to my apartment. She looked up at it, nodding. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her torso, shivering in the cold as the harsh winds crashed into our bodies.

I put an arm around her waist, to which she flinched a little but then gave in - moving closer to my body and it's warmth, hiding her face in the side of my torso. I hastily unlocked my door and pushed the door open forcefully, quickly stepping inside and shutting it behind me - once Lucy had scuttled in.

"So, I'll take you to the studios tommorow morning?" I suggested lightly. She nodded, looking around at the interior of my house.

Great patches of the carpet were stained with alcohol, dust gathered in all four corners of the room and the whole place smelt heavily of smoke. The apartment was not much warmer than outside. Noticing this, I darted over to the fireplace, kneeling down in front of it and grabbing a matchstick, striking a fire as I added more coal, before darting straight back to Lucy.

"It's...Nice." Lucy mumbled. "It's okay, I know it's a shithole" I sighed. I never had guests round for this exact reason, I was embarrassed to call this place my home. Dirty clothes were strewn allover the place, crumpled on the floor and furniture. I just never found the time to clean.

I stood behind Lucy, placing my hands firmly on her shoulders. At this point, she whipped around, looking up at me. "What are you doing?" She croaked out softly. Her eyes wide and fixed on me, her lips slightly parted in suspense.

"Taking your coat..." I replied softly, looking down at her and slipping off her jacket, hanging the leather coat up neatly.

I think we both felt better now we'd explained ourselves to eachother. She told me everything at the bar. Everything that shed been through. I, of course, shared my story. Though she was fully aware of most of it. The whole of America was.

"Do you want a drink?" I asked politely, gesturing to the couch, where she was more than welcome to sit. "No thank you..." She replied softly, sitting back into the couch. I joined her, taking a seat next to Lucy. "So, what do you wanna do?" I asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Would you like to play a game?"
"A game? How old are you, 10?"
"Mentally, yeah" I giggled.

"Have people ever told you how cute you are?" She smirked, tilting her head and looking at me. I smiled. "They never really stop" I replied softly.

"I wish you weren't...Steven Tyler..."

I sighed, my gaze straying through the ground and biting my full lip.

"I know..."