Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter thirty-one

A/N:

Well, here we are. Thank you to all who have read, voted, and reviewed all this time. It's your support that keeps me writing!

I hope you enjoy this last installment and have a fantastic Halloween!

Chapter thirty-one

Sesame's POV

The truth about Steven's and my relationship was we were both wrong a lot. Or more accurately, a whole shit ton.

Sometimes it was him, doing things such as wrecking his life (and by default, mine) with excessive drugs and alcohol and being a stubborn idiot when it came to his own health.

Sometimes, though, it was me. And I did things like overreact a bit. Or, also more accurately, a whole shit ton.

This was one of those occasions where I was very wrong. I was overreacting to something that wasn't a big deal on its own. Because the truth was, sex wasn't the big game-changer I was making it out to be; especially not when Steven and I were as in love as we were.

Almost immediately after abandoning Steven at Joe's house and arriving home to an empty house (as expected), I realized this, and almost immediately I thought of going back. I wasn't a generally prideful person, so I wasn't worried about losing my dignity to the situation, but rather I felt guilty. Too guilty to come crawling back when I'd made such a spectacle out of the whole ordeal.

And so I stayed home.

Feeling rather drained, both from the late, eventful night before and from the strain of the morning, I stripped out of my blazer and skirt so that only my bra, panties, tank top, and thigh-highs remained, and then crawled into bed with a book.

I checked that my bookmark was correctly placed, and then reached down towards the shelf in my bedside table to pick a record, deciding on Steven's favorite Stones album and placing it on the turntable, then picking up the needle and setting it gently down in the grooves with my pinky finger. I turned the volume up.

Opening up to the marked page, I returned to my reading, snuggled up under the warm blankets and with good music playing as my soundtrack. I couldn't focus, though. Not when I knew I'd hurt Steven with my words and then left him alone to do something stupid like he always did.

Again the thought of returning occurred to me, even as comfortable and content as I was, and I would've acted on it if only I weren't so scared of rejection. It'd be expected, of course, but hurtful nonetheless.

For hours I went through this cycle of reading and reconsidering and worrying, and after a while I could no longer even hope to understand what was happening in the book. Because again I remembered that Steven was out there somewhere, and here I was pretending to enjoy my New Year’s Day alone while my lover was hurting because of me.

Marking my place, I rolled out of bed just as a knock sounded at the door.

I paused for a moment, but decided I wasn't worried about feeling revealed, and so I ran to the peephole with still only my panties on bottom, though what I saw out there was not what I expected.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed, pulling open the front door to allow Steven to slump inside, all pale, sweaty, and shaky.

His eyes were more bloodshot than I had ever seen them, and he was soaked to the bone from the rain currently pouring down outside.

"What happened to you?" I asked. But he didn't get a chance to reply, for in a matter of seconds he was out cold.

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Steven's POV

Joe had done just as I'd requested and had almost immediately fetched me his stash of the best weed he could get his hands on, not even charging me for it and instead dubbing it part of my Christmas present.

I'd thanked him, then, and began the brief trek home in the light rain with the bag of cannabis burning a hole in my pocket.

When I arrived home, the house was empty.

I pushed open the door to the bathroom with one hand while the other fished the little baggy out of my pocket, placing it on the counter while I shut the door with my foot. I bolted it, and the sat on the floor while I rifled through the bathroom counter drawers for the pipe and lighter I kept there at all times.

I packed a fat bowl of the stuff into the pipe and lit the leaves with the lighter while deeply inhaling as much smoke as I could, breathing it in for as long as possible before coughing out the smoke and going for another hit.

I took hit after hit until at last the bowl was nothing but ash, at which point I loaded another one and chain-smoked some more. After that, it didn't take long for the drug to hit me full force and almost make me fall over where I was seated.

Two full bowls of the good stuff wasn't reacting well in my system, though, and rather than feeling calm and content, I felt rather like pulling my hair out.

My skin felt too small for my body, and my stomach was rolling with unbearable nausea as I shuffled to hide my supplies, suddenly filled to the brim with fear that my parents had returned home and would find me in such a state. When it was hidden, I stumbled quickly out of the room and down the hall towards the door.

And that's how I'd ended up where I was now, blinking my way back into consciousness on Sesame's carpet with the pink-haired beauty crouched at my side in a panic.

"Steven," she implored me, sounding rather like this wasn't the first time she'd called out my name.

"Wha?" I responded, accepting her help in standing and leading me down the hallway to her bedroom. "Sesame." She looked at me, stormy eyes fearful. "I'm sorry we had sex."

She laughed at that, a few unchecked tears slipping down her alabaster face. "No you're not. And neither am I, love. I overreacted and I'm sorry," she said, brushing some curls out of my eyes. "What's the matter with you?"

"I smoked, like, two bowls of Joe's stuff," I told her before pushing out of her grip and rushing to her en suite. "I'm tripping balls," I said, and then fell to the floor in front of the toilet to vomit up all my stomach contents.

She rubbed my back and held back my hair, just as she always did, and before too terribly long the fit passed and I was able to sit back on the tile.

"We always end up back here, eh?" I said with a smirk, making her chuckle a little and shake her head.

"You're unbelievable," she told me, not for the first time. "But I love you."

She leaned in for a kiss, but I stopped her with an upheld hand. "I love you too, Pink. But I just puked up everything but my stomach linings."

She smiled. "But you see, hot stuff, I'm dating a future rockstar extraordinaire. Vomit is something I signed on for from day one," she said, and the placed a hand on my shoulder. "In sickness and in health." And then she kissed me.

And as we sat there together on the tile floor of her bathroom, kissing passionately with fingers entangled in each other's hair, I knew that I was going to be alright. Because I had Sesame Bello on my side, and between the two of us, I knew we could get through anything.

In sickness and in health. 

The end.