Don't say that you love me

So I'll Try Not To Love You

Their eyes both met,  Lindsey gulped, Stevie was waiting for him to say something but they just stared, feeling both nervous and shy now they had come down from their cloud nine.

"Um, well that was nice!" said Lindsey.

Stevie almost choked "Nice yes, so what's next for us?" She stammered.

"We get back to recording?" He shrugged, then mentally slapping himself.

"Okay, sure!" She nodded running her hand through her thick golden curls. 

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to suss her out.

"So I was just a quick fuck?" Stevie snapped, throwing her arms up.

"Was I?" Lindsey asked, his own insecurities overtaking him.

Stevie shook her head, feeling humiliated and foolish, she just stormed out of the small room.

"So I was a quick fuck then?" Lindsey asked, feeling hurt and used. 

"Think whatever the hell you want, don't bullshit next time, you just wanted to make a fool of me once more, revenge was it?" Stevie felt the tears prickling her eyes as she kept her back turned to him.

"Was that what it was for you? Teasing me, showing me how good we used to be?" Lindsey asked snidely.

Stevie felt her heart breaking once again, thinking he didn't want her and was being cruel "Maybe that's what you did, you seem to have the whole damn world figured out and hurting me must be your main life goal at the moment!"  She hurried away before she said things she'd regret or worse, cry in front of him.

"Fucking hell!" He yelled, punching the wall, he was son angry at himself, why did he always say the wrong thing and let his insecurities get the better of him. Stevie still loved him, he saw that in her beautiful golden brown eyes, the only woman he had ever seen overwhelming love in.   He loved her too, he had never loved someone the way he loved Stevie, it scared him, she was his addiction.  He stormed over and sat down, lighting a joint and holding his throbbing hand.

Stevie walked briskly into the dimly lit recording room, the air smelt like cigarettes, marijuana and Christine's perfume, her three band members were all sitting together sharing a joint and drinking glasses of brandy.

Christine and Mick smirked at her, but Christine's smile instantly faded, noticing Stevie was clearly upset "Love, what's wrong, I thought you were having fun?" 

"Lindsey Buckingham is what's wrong, lets just get on with things!" Stevie sighed, grabbing the joint from Mick, who appeared to be half out of it.

John was silent sipping his glass, knowing that Stevie and Lindsey were back to their old ways and he didn't want to get involved.

Stevie puffed on the joint quickly, inhaling it deeply "You look sexy when you smoke, a sexy angel!" Mick chuckled.

Stevie smiled "Thanks Mick!" 

"Your welcome love!" Mick grinned.

Stevie walked off with the joint, soon pouring herself a drink "Anyone want some candy?" She asked, opening the bag of cocaine that was sitting beside the alcohol bottles, in clear view.

Mick got up and was soon at her side "Deal it out Stevie!" He smiled cheekily.

"I guess I'm the dealer then!" She laughed as she tipped some out, cutting it into lines, with her fingernail.

Lindsey finished the joint and soon walked back into the room, rolling his eyes when he saw Mick and Stevie loosing themselves in white dust. He wanted to go and pull her away, she was using way too much and it worried him that she was becoming dependant on the substance, he also didn't like the way Mick looked at her sometimes.  He glanced at Christine and John, who were both sitting silently, clearly still barely talking. Christine looked up him, cigarette in her hand "What the fuck are you both fighting about now?" She asked in a hushed tone, standing up.