Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter twenty-seven

A/N:

Many users weren't seeing any text last time so I'm re-uploading this chapter in hopes that Wattpad has fixed this little glitch. 

This was written last Christmastime, so brace yourself for some sappy Christmas fluff.

Chapter twenty-seven

Steven's POV

Christmas Day arrived swiftly and unexpectedly, leaving me shocked and confused when my parents awoke my early to get the present opening finished so they could hurry to the church for their Christmas service--an idea that just puzzled me. Who would want to go to church on Christmas Day?

But apparently my parents did, and so after unwrapping many articles of clothing and getting handed a fifty to get whatever else I wanted (my parents admitted they never took the time to learn what I liked), Mom, Dad, and Lynda all left for their service and I was alone again.

It wasn't so bad, though; it gave me time to wrap Sesame's gift just perfectly, and also time to take a nap, which was always good these days what with the way the pneumonia had drained me.

I planned to sleep most of the day, to be honest, but that quickly changed when my front door opened and closed noisily and an all-too-familiar pitter-patter of feet approached my bedroom, rousing me from my nap and lifting my spirits all in one swoop.

Sesame poked her head in and rolled her eyes when she found me in bed rubbing my tired eyes. She entered, and crawled up beside me.

"Merry Christmas," she said, placing a sweet kiss on my nose. "What're you doing sleeping?"

I laughed, running my fingers through her loose-hanging waves and then resting my hand on the back of her neck while I pulled her in for a kiss on the lips.

"Parents ditched me for church," I said when we'd parted, foreheads now pressed together. "And in case you'd forgotten, I just had pneumonia."

She rolled her eyes, pulling back to get a full view of me and vice versa. "How could I forget?" she asked jokingly, grey eyes piercingly bright with an odd mixture of worry and Christmas spirit.

She looked lovely as always, with her hair hanging down around her waist and her lips painted red to match her sweater. She wore solid cream socks that had a ring of fluff around the tops where sock met skin for just a few inches, before her green skirt cut in to cover the rest.

Her makeup was done special, and her face looked cheerful and excited despite the concern for my well-being that assaulted her nearly every time she saw me, and I couldn't help but smile upon seeing her in full.

"You look gorgeous," I told her, pushing myself into a sitting position.

"Flattery won't make me tell what I got you," she jested, not even flinching when I reached for my camera and snapped a photo of her in her Christmas getup.

"Not what I was going for, though I wouldn't mind knowing," I said, standing and stretching the kinks out of my joints. "So, not that I'm not delighted to see you," I said, yawning. "but why are you here?"

"Oh," she laughed. "The guys haven't seen you in ages, so Joe's throwing a little Christmas party for the band. I came to pick you up."

"Christmas party, eh?" I said. "Will there be booze?"

"Yeah, and plenty of pot too. But don't pretend you get a say in whether you're going or not," she said, standing herself and digging through my clothes for a pair of jeans and my green sweater. "Get dressed, hot stuff, it's time to go party and open presents."