Don't Ever Leave Me

Nine

Stevie was not pleased. Mostly because we never invited him. To be fair we never invited anyone else.

So Steven started coming along.

And soon enough Slash stopped coming along because me and Stevie would just go off anyway.

Eventually I was at Stevie's and with Stevie more than anyone else. It was fun and awkward. We never talked about that day with Duff and we avoided Izzy at all costs.

We'd hang out everyday and listen to KISS and Van Halen and Led Zeppelin. Steven had given me his KISS shirt to replace Duff's Sex Pistols shirt. I started to like Stevie's better than my own shirt.

Steven had finally decided on my nickname. Ever since he found out that my favorite song was Bohemian Rhapsody and that I had a secret love for Queen and Freddie Mercury, he called me Queenie. I liked having a nickname.

I started to really depend on Steven for happiness and I thought that this must be a true friendship and then all the sudden like a slap to the face I realized something. I was far from an expert on the subject of crushes or boyfriends so I didn't realize how much I liked Steven. Because I liked him a lot.

I wanted to tell Steven but I was embarrassed for the first time since Stevie found me in Duff's room.

So I told my next best friend.

"Slash, I've got a problem," I said all dramatic like.

He was sitting in his bed, no shirt playing his guitar just as you'd expect. I was spread out like a starfish on the floor staring at the ceiling.

"What's going on, kid?"

"I think I like Steven," I sighed. "Like more than a friend."

"Oh my," Slash gasped sarcastically. "Dude, we've all noticed that."

"Really? Does Stevie know?" I asked eagerly.

"No he's in denial. He likes you, too. You should see the way he looks at you."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"Heidi, I've known him for awhile now. Like since we were 13 or something."

"Oh. So should I tell him?"

"That's up to you. Now go away I'm trying to write a song and you're very distracting."

I made a noise but got up anyway I search of Stevie.

"Queenie, c'mere," Stevie's voice said.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"In my room," he replied.

Stevens's room was really more of a closet. Wasn't his fault. Just because there was really only two bedrooms so Steven got this tiny room that barely fit a bed. Izzy didn't live with them and you could guarantee that one of the boys wouldn't be home on any given night or asleep on the couch. Or the floor. Really rooms weren't a problem. Sleeping and sex happened anywhere and everywhere.

"I got something awesome," Stevie said grinning like a madman.

"Well what is it?" I asked eagerly.

"Drugs!"

"Well don't be selfish!"

Soon enough the pair of us were high as kites. As one would be with that much cocaine in their system.

I was laughing at everybody and everything and Stevie was laughing with me.

Me and Stevie were having a great conversation.

"Hey, why does the alphabet have to be in that order? Like who decided that? Does it even matter what order the alphabet goes?" I asked.

"Maybe not. But I think the real issue is that the alphabet makes words and how did they decide which word goes with which sound?" Stevie countered.

"And who made up names? Like these are the sounds that will be used to summon you?"

Stevie groaned. "This is too much!"

All the sudden a man appeared on the ceiling (which I happened to be staring at because I was lying on the floor). I wasn't exactly sure if he was real or not but I nudged Stevie anyway.

"You see that dude up there?" I asked.

"Yeah, Queenie. What the fuck is up with him?"

"Ask him," I replied.

"Ok," Stevie looked up at the guy. "Hey, Dude! What the fuck you want?"

Out of nowhere, the dude lit himself on fire. "I'm a demon and I want your souls!"

Me and Stevie looked at each other and immediately jumped up. Unfortunately, the demon jumped off the ceiling.

We started to kind of run away but running was hard because I was tripping over Stevie and he was getting tripped up because I was stepping on his heels. Eventually Stevie did fall over straight into his drum set. Luckily it didn't get destroyed or anything. Just slightly discombobulated.

"Wait!" Stevie said. "I know how to get rid of the demon!"

"How?"

"We will use the power of music!"

"GENIUS!" I screamed.

Stevie scrambled to get his drums in order and I picked up a guitar that was probably Slash's and I was probably gonna get yelled at for touching it but I didn't care because there was a demon ten feet away ready to take my soul.

Stevie counted us in and we started playing. Now I've never played guitar or sang before but I had to admit we were doing amazingly. It was probably the best performance of all time.

The demon started to fade away as the tempo of our song increased. Finally, Stevie did a drum roll to end the greatest musical improvisation.

I started to feel like I was tired. We were probably coming down from our highs but honestly I was ready for a nap.

Me and Stevie celebrated our victory against the demon with a hug.

I went off to Stevie's room and just passed on his bed.