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

Chapter 7

7:00pm

I let out a groan as I stood in my closet. After Steven came back with me to my apartment, I showered, and now I'm trying to find an outfit for the party.

It was quite a challenging feat.

Steven wouldn't tell me where the party was, nor who would be there, so I had to wing it.

I felt hands slide around my waist from behind, and I turned around to face Steven.

"So where is the party?" I asked again, feigning a pout.

Steven kissed my nose, and shook his head.

"Not telling." He replied, a playful smirk on his face.

I glared at him. "Then how am I supposed to pick up an outfit?!"

Steven laughed, "Let me do it."

I rose an eyebrow, chuckling. "Are you sure?"

Without a word, he stepped behind me, and searched through all of my clothes.

After a minute, he tossed a skin-tight black dress my way, along with some stilettos.

"There you go. Now how easy was that?" Steven said, winking.

I flipped him off as I grabbed the clothes, and made my way into the bathroom to change.

When I came out about twenty minutes later, Steven was sitting on my couch.

He looked me up and down, grinning.

"Sexy." He complimented, standing up to pull me into his arms.

He kissed me, and I giggled.

"Okaaaay, maybe you're a pro at picking out clothes."

Steven grabbed my hand, as I grabbed my bag, and exited out to the lot where my car was parked.

I searched my bag, looking for my keys, when Steven cleared his throat.

I glanced his way, and saw my keys in his hand.

I smirked, pretending to be mad.

"I'm driving." He said, grinning wildly.

I rolled my eyes playfully, and got into the passenger side.

Steven turned the key in the ignition, and we were off.

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1 hour later

"What is this place?" I asked, as I followed Steven through the throngs of people that seemed to look vaguely familiar everywhere I looked.

"It's an old warehouse. The band and I used to come here to practice when we just felt like getting away, and just focusing on the music." Steven responded with a smile.

I nodded in understanding, as we walked inside the building now.

I looked around, dissecting my surroundings.

There were couples dancing, drinks flowing, and music pounding throughout the air.

I smiled slightly to myself, as I continued to follow Steven towards the back of the warehouse.

We finally reached the site of the drinks.

"Hey Steven!" None other than Joe Perry greeted us.

I took a breath to maintain my composure, when Joe looked my way.

"Isn't this the dame that was celebrating her one-year anniversary at our last show?" He asked.

Steven smiled, gripping my hand tighter.