Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter eight

Chapter eight

Steven's POV

The rest of the weekend passed in a hurry, my time with Sesame growing short as Sunday approached with surprising speed and we were eventually forced to clean up the mess we'd made in fear of my parents and Lynda arriving home early. That was a sad night.

Our hopes were high that they might call to say they were staying an extra day, but by Saturday night we were sure we would have no such luck and Sesame got ready to leave after two and a half days of living with me and sleeping by my side, and almost two whole days of randomly exchanged kisses as our relationship grew more and more confusing. I felt desperate for her to stay, but I knew that she couldn't be here when my parents arrived early the next morning, and so, bundled up in my shirt and scarf and her own cardigan and coat, Sesame Bello departed after leaving one last kiss on my lips.

"I'll see you at practice tomorrow night, silly. Don't act as if this is goodbye for good," she told me, smiling, but looking concerned, as though her absence might result in a relapse. It really might've, but I liked to pretend I was strong without her.

"I know," I told her, absently brushing loose strands of hair from her face and stroking her cheek with my calloused fingertips. "But we were just figuring things out, and I know if you leave I'm gonna over-think it all and make it weird." It was the truth. Already I was wondering what our relationship really was.

"Steven," she said firmly, locking eyes with me. "I love you. You love me. We kiss and stuff. What is there to figure out?"

I knew she was right, but I still had to ask, "Are we dating now?"

She smiled, stepping part way out the front door. "Not 'til you take me on a date." And with that, she was gone.

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Time passed slowly after she left, but Sunday afternoon did eventually come, and not a minute too soon, for my family had grown steadily more annoying since they got home and I was about ready to pull out all my hair by the time I'd packed up my guitar and all of my school books to head to Sesame's.

I told my parents I was going to a friend's tonight before they had a chance to argue, and then rushed out the door in only my thin, baggy top, a scarf, and a pair of jeans, since my coat was still at Sesame's. It was freezing balls out, but I was in a hurry anyway, so I ignored the goose bumps that pricked up on my skin and the shivers that felt strong enough to shake me to pieces. I was still glad the Bellos lived so close, though.

I knew Mrs. Bello was out today, so I felt no shame whatsoever when I reached Sesame's window and tapped on it loudly before unpacking my guitar hastily and with fumbling hands. She opened her window.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, but she was laughing. My acoustic guitar was soon strapped to my torso, and I played the first chord of a familiar song.

"You'll never know how much I really love you," I sang to her, smiling when her face lit up even further. "You'll never know how much I really care." I winked. "Listen. Do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell? Whoa ooh whoaaa. Closer. Let me whisper in your ear. Say the words you long to hear... I'm in love with you. Oooh ooh."

"You dork! Get in here before you make yourself sick. It's freezing out," she said before I could go on, blinking away tears as she left to unlock the door. I felt accomplished, and obeyed her commands with a smile.

I packed my guitar quickly and ran to meet her at the front porch, grinning into the kiss she planted on my frozen lips and allowing my mind to shut down for just a moment. "You liked it, then?" I asked when we'd broken apart.

"Liked it?" exclaimed Sesame, pulling me by the scarf to kiss me again and walking us inside without breaking formation. When the door was shut and my guitar case was on the floor to allow the use of both my hands, she pulled away. "I loved it. Who knew you were so grossly romantic?"

"That's my other secret," I joked, pressing my lips to hers again, this time pushing hers open with my tongue to deepen the kiss. "You make me grossly romantic."

"Oh?" she asked, pulling her head back when I went to kiss her again.

"Yes, actually," I said, smiling. "In fact, I've got dinner reservations for two on Wednesday night, and it sure would be a shame to have to cancel them, so I was wondering if you might like to join me."

"Hm," hummed Sesame, tapping her chin in faux thought. "Depends, what's the occasion?"

"Well, for one, I've been sober for three days now," I said, grabbing her hands.

"That explains why you look like complete shit," she threw back skillfully, eyebrows raised in a look of victory. 

"Ouch, that stings," I said, pretending to wince. "Not only that, though. I've also got a beautiful woman I want to show a good time."

"Trying to cement a relationship or something?" she asked, tilting her chin up towards me, and I laughed.

"Something like that."

She planted a kiss on my lips. "Then I accept," she said, holding up a single finger when I went to speak. "But only if you manage to stay sober until then."

"Ooh, I dunno if I like her that much," I joked, flinching when she hit my arm. "Ouch. I'm only joking."

"Good to know," she said. "Because if you don't look like complete shit on Wednesday, I'm gonna know you broke your promise, and then I'm gonna have to let you cancel that reservation."

"Deal," I said, kissing her passionately and letting her run her hands over my chest.

"Besides," she said between kisses, fingers tracing my ribs. "You sure could use some feeding."

"Fuck you," I said, still kissing her hungrily. "I'm perfect just as I am."

She smirked, then, pulling away. "Maybe to some," she jested, making my eyebrows furrow in mild hurt. "Look alive, sweetie, you've got band practice in five. Time to head out."

And with that, she walked away, leaving me gawking after her.