I Can't Stop

Part 17

Lindsey spent the whole flight on his own. Mick had sat down a couple of times, trying to ask if everything was okay as Lindsey seemed somewhere else, troubled, concerned. The answer was always, I'm good or I'm fine. Mick had doubts, but he let it go. He then approached Stevie, whose expression mirrored Lindsey's, but she didn't give anything away either. Mick simply guessed that those two were having an affair on the first leg of the tour and it all went south, like always. 

The private jet landed and the band members were taken to the hotel in several big, black SUV's. Stevie got to ride with Mick. She avoided any chance of him starting up a conversation, her head leaned against the window, looking out. The tension grew and Stevie was feeling uncomfortable. 

"I'm sorry, Mick." Stevie spoke up, catching Mick's attention. "I just can't talk about it."

"Are you at least doing okay?"

"Um... not really, no." She shook her head and smiled weakly. "You've probably guessed by now that Lindsey and I were together before we took a break."

"Yeah, wasn't a very difficult mystery to solve." Mick nodded and sighed, he wished, for everyone's sake that either Lindsey and Stevie end it all for good or actually get back together, which seemed rather unbelievable.

"Well, it's more than that this time. Maybe, someday I'll be able to share it with you, with everyone and I want to, but not right now." 

Mick half smiled, reaching for Stevie's hand, he gave it a supportive squeeze. "Thank you. You know I'm always there for you."

Everyone arrived almost at the same time. When Mick helped Stevie out of the car, Lindsey got out of the one he'd came in, their eyes met for a second and he instantly looked away. She wanted to chase after him badly, but she was sure he still wanted nothing to do with her. It hurt and the worst part was, she didn't know how to fix it.

For some reason, Stevie felt extremely lonely, when she entered her hotel room. At this point she was used to leaving her family, staying in different cities, countries by herself for long periods of time and she was okay with it. However, not right now. She wanted to call Don, Sara and Alice, she wanted to know, how their day went and if everything was fine. Yet, at the same time, she didn't want to talk to or see anyone. She was going to undress and take her journal, stay up late and write, write, write. Fortunately, the first Fleetwood Mac show in Europe was two days away and Karen wasn't going to come banging on the door first thing in the morning, allowing Stevie to sleep in. 

With the expensive sheets covering her legs, Stevie rested her back against a pile of fluffy pillows, breathing out a sigh. Picking up her journal from the nightstand, she turned to a new page and pressed the pen down to it. However, she didn't get to write a full word, when a soft knock on the door sounded loudly across the empty room. She told herself not to get her hopes up too high, but her heartbeat quickened and she swallowed uneasily, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The knock repeated before she got to the door, wearing only her nightgown, her face already bare and her hair combed, loose down her back.

Taking a deep breath, Stevie pulled the door open and her lips slightly parted, when she saw Lindsey, leaning against the door frame. She didn't expect to be standing so close to him. 

"I didn't wake you, did I?" Lindsey asked, expressing his concern, although Stevie felt that the words didn't come out easy.

"No, of course not." Stevie shook her head, hugging herself around the middle. "Would you... like to come in?"

Lindsey spent a moment just looking at her, he wasn't sure if he was ready to talk, he certainly didn't plan on coming to see her tonight, but at the same time, he knew, he had to.

"Yeah. Clearly, we need to talk."