Not the One

Part 37

"Thank you for bringing my things over." Stevie smiled at Karen, who had brought a small suitcase with some clothes and Stevie's bag. She'd been wearing one of Lindsey's T-shirts, since she'd got out of the dress.

"Your passport is in your bag for whenever you decide to return to LA." Karen pointed out. "There are a lot of people angry with you, Stevie." She quickly added. "Well, Dave and Mick for some reason."

"I know, Lindsey spoke to Mick on the phone earlier. I'm glad he didn't pick up, when I called again to speak to you." Stevie fidgeted with the hem of Lindsey's shirt, which stopped mid-thigh on her. "Is Dave mostly angry right now?"

"Well, I haven't talked to him much, but I'd say so, yeah. He was hugging a bottle of rum, sitting by himself, when I left."

"I feel horrible." Stevie sighed.

Much to her surprise, Karen shrugged her shoulders and said. "I'm sure you do, Stevie, but... I'm glad about this turnout. I know that you're fond of him, but you don't love him. You have feelings for him, but you're not in love with him. He's just... he's not Lindsey."

Lindsey walked out after taking a shower, when the words came out of Karen's mouth. He didn't mind, but she did look away and tried to mask her rosy cheeks at this sight of him wearing nothing but a towel, hanging loosely from his hips.

"Did I just here you say my name?" He asked to which Karen rolled her eyes. "Who's not me?"

"I'm not going to repeat, what I've just said, but I'm on your side on this one, Buckingham."

Lindsey grinned and nodded his head. "That's good enough for me."

"Right, I better get going. I trust, you'll be taken care of?" Karen shifted her gaze over to Stevie.

"Yeah, don't worry about me." Stevie assured and smiled, when Lindsey bent down and kissed her hair.

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The following day, Stevie and Lindsey were on a plane, awaiting lift off. A small part of her wondered if she should have returned to Mick's and talked to Dave, but emotions were on a high and maybe seeing him wasn't for the best just yet. She was extremely thankful for Lindsey. He didn't leave her side for anything and he kept her mind occupied with anything he could think off. He realized that she was most likely thinking about Dave more often than not, but the thought didn't push him away. She needed him and he was going to be there for her.

"You've got something on your mind." Lindsey spoke up, once they were up in the air. 

"I do." Stevie admitted, nodding her head.

"Talk to me, don't keep it to yourself." He encouraged, sandwiching her hand in between his. "Whatever it is."

"I'm thinking about us."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Lindsey asked, at least hoping it was good. 

"I want to ask you smething, but I don't want to freak you out." She shifted in her seat and faced him. "This feels like a flashback, when we were flying home after the tour, but..."

Lindsey swallowed uneasily, then took a deep breath. "Ask me."

"I want you to give me some time, Linds." Stevie began somewhat carefully. "I had almost gotten married to another man, I can't just jump right into something with you. I'd like to have some time alone, to just think and write in my journal. By no means am I pushing you away, I'll never do that again, I just-"

"I get it." Lindsey brought his hand up to touch the side of her face lovingly. "I do, Steph, and it's okay. I trust you. I believe that you have to deal with this on your own. But I'll ask something of you, too." She nodded her head slightly. "Please, do come back to me. I can't go through the same torture again. I love writing to you and about you, but I'd rather not. I'd like to write about you with you instead."

That brought a weak smile to Stevie's face and she leaned in to kiss him softly. "I swear to you. I want to come back to you, to be with you. It will just take a little bit of time. Then we can write about me together." She smirked, making him laugh lightly.

"That's a lie, you don't write with other people." Lindsey gave her a look and Stevie shrugged. 

"Well, you're not like other people."