F.I.N.E (A Steven Tyler fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I groaned as I rolled over in bed.

What do I do? This is the question that kept me awake for a majority of the night.

I was so confused with my feelings. I loved Chris, but yet I let Steven freaking Tyler kiss me yesterday.

Did I cheat? No.

Well, I'm not sure.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it.

How could I do this to Chris? He has done everything for me. Hell, he spent the miniscule amount of his savings on me for our anniversary. I would be a fool to let that go.

This was before I met Steven in person, and not just fantasized about him.

If Victoria was here, she would slap me for overthinking this so much. Her opinion would be so simple that I would probably smack myself for being so blind.

'Stay with Chris, Kat! It's so much easier than you're making this out to be' I thought to myself.

Yet it wasn't.

I got my ass out of bed, and trudged to the bathroom. I showered quickly, sighing in ecstasy at the refreshing feeling.

I threw on some sweats and, ironically, an Aerosmith band tee.

I grabbed my phone and walked into the living room, and sat on the couch.

Did I want to tell Chris about yesterday? I didn't know how he would react. It would be bad, I just knew it.

But, my guilty conscience would eat me alive if I didn't.

Speak of the devil.

My phone started blasting my ringtone, and I answered it quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kat." Chris greeted. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey babe. What's up?" I replied.

"You doing anything tonight?" He asked.

"No, not that I know of. Why?"

"Let's go out. There's this new club downtown that's grand opening is tonight."

I smiled. "Okay. What time should I be there?"

"No no. I'll pick you up. How's 8?" Chris responded cutely.

"Fine by me."

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"So what's this place called anyway?" I asked Chris as we drove down the highway.

"I'm not sure, my friend from my fitness class told me about it."

After a few more minutes of driving, we arrived at the club.

It was crowded, and lights were flashing.

My adrenaline started pumping. I loved to dance, so clubs were my favorite place to go.

Chris grabbed my hand as we were let inside.

He pulled me close to him as the music pounded around us, and crowds of people danced in every corner.

"Do you wanna get a drink?" Chris asked me over the loud music.

I nodded, smiling, and followed him to the bar.

The bartender smiled at the both of us.

"What'll it be?"

"A vodka with cherry for her, and just some Jack for me." Chris told him.