You May Be The One

My Heart Still Stops

Kristen heard the squeal of tires on pavement and rushed to look out the window. Lindsey was speeding off and she hadn't even known he was leaving! She was determined to keep him home! It seemed a little desperate on his end and that worried her. She felt he was speeding up on a choice that he had to make and she wanted to buy some more time. She had a great life. She was Kristen Buckingham, wife of guitar god Lindsey Buckingham. She had whatever she wanted and was at the leisure to have whatever career she wanted whenever she wanted. This was the life she envisioned when she first started seeing Lindsey. She met him through her husband at the time and Lindsey had screamed everything that she was looking for. Unattached and generous. She cared about Lindsey, but she wasn't desperately in love with him. He was old enough to be her father for Christ's sake. Nothing about that screamed, he's so hot, I have to have him now. All Lindsey had wanted was someone who was young enough to give him children, even if it wasn't something that he had admitted to himself. Kristen was more than happy to oblige. She knew all about Stevie Nicks. The beautiful love of his life that he could never get away from. Except now Stevie was old and Kristen was not. Stevie was not young and thin. She couldn't have Lindsey's children. Hell, it wasn't like it wasn't like it wasn't common knowledge that Stevie had fucked half of the people they knew. Kristen was young, fresh, and could give Lindsey all the things Stevie couldn't. Lindsey could give Kristen the life that she had been looking for. She thought it had worked out. 

From the moment Kristen had first laid eyes on Stevie she felt overwhelmingly jealous. Stevie was short as hell, but when she talked people listen. She commanded a room, she commanded a stage. Even if she was an old whore men still watched her.  Men including Lindsey who had a much younger and (in her opinion) hotter Kristen. She was sure of herself and there was something about that seemed sexy or sensual. Kristen had felt this need to top her. To prove that she was better. She was pretty sure she had won. She had Lindsey. She had seen that look in Stevie's eyes when she saw them together. Kristen had thrived on it. So even when Kristen hadn't felt totally in love with Lindsey, she was fiercely possessive of him. She had taken him from the great Stevie Nicks and she wasn't going to give him up. It had been a slap in the face when she realized Lindsey was fucking her again. It was honestly insulting. She didn't expect Lindsey to be faithful. He was gone to much and it wasn't like he was fiercely passionate about Kristen. She didn't care really. When she found out it was Stevie he was fucking that was a whole different story. He was going to go from Kristen, in her 20s, to that old bag? She knew that Lindsey was fast approaching making a decision in this thing with Stevie and she had to figure out how to stop it. She wasn't going to lose this life and she sure as hell wasn't going to lose it to Stevie Nicks. She already had everything. Except Lindsey. He was Kristen's. Kristen had slowed Lindsey's decision down every time she had gotten pregnant again, but seeing as how Lindsey rarely slept with her and when he did he was taking every precaution against pregnancy that was out. She had to think of something and she had to come up with it soon. 

Stevie sat in her room totally stoned listening to the song Lindsey had written for her. It was kind of melancholy and it was really bumming her out. She turned it off after listening to it out a few times. She didn't know what she was going to do about Lindsey, but she was feeling pretty good right now and she thought a glass of wine would be just the right thing. She walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass and heard Lori and Karen talking in hushed voices in the living room. She tried to listen but only heard a little, "And I just said to "fucking fix it now" and then I hung up." she heard Lori say. "You're bad Lori." Karen giggled. Stevie took this as her cue. "What did I miss?" she asked. Lori and Karen looked surprised and then laughed after they looked at her standing there with her wine glass. "While you were getting stoned as fuck?" she laughed. "Nothing. You feeling better?" "I'm feeling pretty good right now, even better with this wine." she joked. The mood definitely felt lighter and she was feeling better. Soon they were all passing around a bottle of wine and sharing stories. "Stevie do you remember when you found out about me and Christopher? We never talked about it, but we were all pretty fucking high." Lori asked. "Oh God, Lori I have tried to erase that from my memory! I swear I probably did a few lines as soon as I walked out trying to erase that from my memory!" Stevie said. "Oh come on Stevie stop being so dramatic, it wasn't that bad!" Lori teased. "Not that bad? I had just gotten home and first off I didn't even know you were in town and then I walk into my OWN bedroom and there's Christopher butt ass naked and you're...well I don't even want to go there. Christ I had 8 more bedrooms in there and you had to use mine?" she shrieked. Lori and Karen laughed hysterically and Stevie, still pretty buzzed from the joints and several glasses of wine joined them. "Your room was the most romantic. Besides you had that huge comfortable bed!" Lori joked. "I know, I loved that bed, but I got a new one as soon as you two left!" she laughed, "There was no way I could sleep in that thing again. Hell, I could barely look at Christopher for a month!" "Oh my God Stevie, you are such a baby! How many times have you slept with someone in a bed that wasn't yours!" Lori protested. "That's different, they never knew." she said playfully. They all burst out into a fit of giggles, none louder than Stevie's. Once Stevie started giggling it was hard to get her to stop. Add a few joints and she might be at it all night. Their laughing stopped when the doorbell rang. Karen sighed, "Got it."