Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter thirty

Chapter thirty

Sesame's POV

I wasn't sure which woke me first; the pounding headache or the startling realization that Steven and I had had sex. My eyes shot open immediately, though, either way, to find the teenager in question lying beside me deeply asleep and very, very naked.

"Oh my god," I said aloud before I knew what I was doing. Steven stirred and awoke, brown eyes blinking owlishly at me until my face registered in his mind and cracked his features with a wide smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, voice extra raspy with sleep and hoarse from last night's moans and yells.

"Oh my god," I said again, my brain unable to conjure up anything else in its time of mixed thoughts.

Steven's eyebrows drew together in confusion, obviously puzzled by this reaction. After all, we had just taken each other's virginity--was that not supposed to be a beautiful and exciting thing?

"Did we really...?" I asked now, my mind finally allowing my tongue to form a proper question.

"Yeah," he said, grinning again.

I shut my eyes and sighed in resignation, mind reeling and heart pounding violently against my ribs. I could hardly believe it.

"What's wrong?" he asked now, looking simultaneously worried and incredulous. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes had taken on a puppy-dog-like quality, pleading for understanding and, more importantly, a better reaction. I wasn't sure I could oblige.

"Steven," I gasped out, turning my head over to look at him dead on. "We had sex."

"Yes...?" he said, obviously questioning my sobriety. I didn't know why; I undoubtedly had that recognizable look of hangover that I didn't need a crappy makeup job to accomplish.

"So what does this change?"

The question hung as heavy in the air as it hung in my mind, and I could see hurt clouding those big, expressive eyes. I felt guilty, but not too guilty.

"Nothing. I mean, it shouldn't," he said, looking at a loss for words. "We've had sex. We proved our love. Isn't that what people say?"

"Yes, that's what people say," I said, exasperated. "But they only say that to make it seem less major than it is!"

"No, they say "do it" to make it seem less major than it is. We made love because we love each other," he told me, tone rising to match mine. "You're overthinking it."

"I'm over thinking it," I echoed, hardly believing what I was hearing. "Steven, you aren't getting the severity of the situation! We've been together less than a month and we just fucking did it!" I said, borderline hysterical. "That's some pretty serious shit!"

"Pink, we've been friends since elementary school. We might as well have been together for years," Steven said. I stared.

"No. That's not fucking true," I told him, voice rising to the edge of a yell. He wasn't fucking listening to me though. He wasn't getting it. "You're taking for granted the fact that we're official and rushing right into things we aren't ready for! You think just because we've been friends forever that means we've got this relationship figured out!"

"We do, for the most part!" he yelled back. "Nothing's changed except we're calling it something new!"

"Oh god," I said, hurrying to my feet and pulling on my clothes with surprising speed. Steven followed suit. "You just--god. I need some time."

"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, pulling on his jeans and buckling his belt.

"I just need some time. Just leave me alone, okay?" I said, pulling on my blazer and heading for the door.

He didn't follow me, and I knew in my heart that that was for the best. I didn't want to see him right now anyway.

I left Joe's house nearly in tears.

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Steven's POV

I couldn't believe what had just happened.

I didn't follow Sesame when she stormed out, despite how badly I wanted to. She'd ordered me to leave her alone, and I was just obeying.

Instead, I sat back on the Perrys' guest bed with my heart in the pit of my stomach and played over the fight in my mind again, finding that, while I did see where she was coming from, I was certain she was overthinking things and making them weird. I mean, how big a deal was it for two teenagers to have sex when they were in love?

There were footsteps pattering their way down the hall, and for a moment I had a bit of hope it was Sesame. That hope quickly flickered out, though, when I recognized the footsteps as Joe's.

He opened the door and entered, looking rather worse for wear from the after effects of the alcohol. He was also alone.

"Where's what's-her-name?" I asked when I noticed the distinct lack of ginger at his side.

"I don't know, man," said Joe, picking up my discarded shirt and dropping it on the bed before taking a seat. "I woke up on the floor and she was gone."

"Well, you can't win 'em all," I said, considering putting my shirt on before deciding against it. I was too depressed.

"Seems like it. What did you and Sesame fight about?" he asked. I realized suddenly that everyone probably heard, even if many had been out cold. "Everyone heard. You two woke up a third of the house."

"Sorry," I said, though I wasn't sure what I was sorry for: waking everyone up, or fighting with my girlfriend in the first place. "We, uh, well. We had sex."

"Right on!" said Joe, before he drew his eyebrows together. "Why is that bad?"

"It's not," I argued. "Or, well, not in my book. Pi--Sesame seems to think that we're rushing our relationship."

He laughed. "Oh yeah, you two have only been friends for half your lives. Eight years is way too soon to be fucking," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of people. "God, that's insane."

"That's what I thought! But she seems to think that everything is different now that we're dating," I told him rather bitterly. "But isn't dating just like being best friends only you, like, kiss and fuck and stuff?"

"Maybe she's worried that if that's how you treat the relationship maybe you won't ever want to commit?" offered Joe, sounding very awkward in his attempts at consoling.

"Why would she be worried about committing? We've been dating for under a month!"

Joe shrugged, looking at a loss. "I don't even pretend to understand women, man. They're all crazy, and sometimes they just run off for no reason," he said, looking angrily at the wall opposite.

"Are we talking about Sesame or what's-her-name?"

He gave me a look. "That fucking Alison chick. I thought we were having a pretty good time last night, but then this morning she was just gone," he said, looking disappointed as well as angry.

"Don't worry too much about it, man," I said, patting his knee. "I'm sure you'll see her again." I paused. "Listen, do you have any of the good stuff?"

"What?" he asked. "Like pot? Yeah, sure, man. How much do you want?"

I thought for a minute, and then reached over to grab my shirt and pull it on. "However much you'll give me."

Because I was sure as hell going to need a fuck ton.