*Delilah's P.O.V*

     It had  been a few long weeks since the concert. Steven still hadn't spoken to me.

I couldn't understand why. First I thought it was my looks.

So, I'd examine myself every chance I got, running my hands through my hair- trailing my finger tips over my lips.

Then, perhaps It was my personality?

I practiced speaking in the mirror, telling jokes- even just smiling.

Or, maybe it was just me.

I thought long and hard about everything that was wrong with me. Every flaw I had- every scar, every burn, everything.

I have to say, I wouldn't blame him...but, still..

I headed over to Joe's place, knowing Tom and Joey would be there.

Walking inside, I tossed my bag onto the couch and smiled- being greeted by Joe with a hug.

"Hey there, stranger." He spoke softly.

I sighed happily, Joe always gave the best hugs.

"Well, long time no see." I joked and laughed a little.

Joe ruffled my hair before heading off into the kitchen.

Peeling off my coat, I tossed it aside- just so happening to be  wearing Steven's shirt.

I wouldn't lie, I loved this shirt...because it's comfortable...and has nothing to do with the fact that his scent lingers against it.

I just-...miss him.

"Where's Tom and Joey?" I called out as Joe had walked off.

"Kitchen." I heard Tom respond.

I trotted in after Joe, hoping up on to the counter beside Tom, across from Joey.

Joe leaned back against the counter and played with a soda can.

"What's the plan for today-" I began to ask, until the sound of a familiar bird caw rang out into the air.

"Alrighty boys, let's get to practicing- I've finished adding the Final touches to Sweet-..." Steven had sounded so happy and lively.

He paused catching sight of me, clearing his throat and walked past me, slightly me bumping against the counter rudely.

My head has been shoved into the sharp corner, causing immediate pain to be felt.

I winced and frowned deeply, glaring after Steven. I mumbled curse words with hatred under my breath.

Steven had over heard me slightly, giving me a deadly glare.

"Alright then...imagine this- a musical  chimpanzee begins playing the flute- what do you do?" Joey asked randomly, sensing the tension between Steven and I.

"Oh I don't know, probably rip its fûcking gorgeous lips off- and see how it likes to play the Dâmn harmonica then! Let alone I'd probably fall for him because he's so lovable and he doesn't even know it! But he'd just play me! Make me swoon over him, make me want him- what does he do then? Ignore me! Ditch me! Treat me like shît." I hissed utterly, returning a deadly glare towards Steven.

Tom whistled and shook his head "Well, you've done it now Joey.."

Joey stuttered, trying to break up the beginning fight. "Uh- guys...wait- stop- it's just a chimpanzee.."

Joe chuckled at the sight, he put a hand out in front of Tom and Joeys chest "Shh...this is healthy- let them get out what they need to get off their chest..." He reassured them both.

Steven merely narrowed his eyes, his lovely jaw beginning to lock with anger.

"Ohhhhh really?" He laughed bitterly.

"Well maybe if the girl he adored since the sixth grade would actually notice him! Maybe things would be different! But she has to flip her fûcking perfect hair, and taunt him with her fûcking perfect lips that he knows he'll never get to fûcking taste!" He imitated her, flipping his own curly hair, puckering his own gorgeous lips.

"You know what- maybe.. We should all just leave until this simmers down a bit.." Tom whispered.

Joey nodded and immediately left the room.

Joe sighed, "Well, hopefully things' get better...I doubt it- but hey, you win some...you loose some, quote on quote- Steven Tyler." He mumbled softly before leaving with the others.

I was taken aback. I was oddly feeling complimented, but still angered at the same time.

"You know what?! I can't even believe you Steven. I am tired of trying! I am tired of this shît! I did notice you, and I wanted you to taste my lips- but you pulled away first. Then what happened? You ignored me for fûcking weeks. You barely looked at me, you were uncomfortable being in my presence, if I weren't as smart as I am, I would think you have a problem breathing the same air as Me. But you know what, that's fine. Because after the show- I could see you were different. No matter how hard I convinced myself you were the same attractive boy who I'd smile at in the hall everyday- the boy who saved my from a perv- the boy who I wanted. But, I guess fame changes your perspective on everything- now doesn't it? You have to have perfect hair, a perfect life, money- fame, do you even have time for anyone other than yourself? I'm done. Alright, I quit."

I laughed darkly, shaking my head in disappointment. My voice seemed to waver and crack as I spoke my finally sentence.

Steven shut his mouth, staring at me with his doe-like eyes again. Before I could even tell him to go away- he swiftly approached me.

I tried to step back- but his hands firmly grasped my shoulders, his lips crashing against mine.

I felt all the anger, all the tension- all the hate, burn into that kiss.

I hesitated slightly, before pressing my palms to his face, my right hand sliding down his neck to his shoulder.

My fingers lightly grazing his collarbone.

He continued to roughly kiss me, pausing to take a breath- he tucked my hair behind my ear, before connecting his lips to my jaw.

My left hand sliding into his hair, my slender fingers tangling into his brown curls.

Without any effort, he scooped me up into his arms, my legs folding around his waist.

I can't begin to express how much I anticipated this. Everything seemed to fall into play faster than I could think.

"Please- don't ever pull that crap again." I spoke between breaths as he just held me.

He laughed and leaned back against the kitchen counter- "I won't...I won't." He reassured me, letting his lips brush up against mine once more.

In the living room, Joe- Joey and Tom sat quietly, exchanging glanced.

Joe folded his hands behind his head at the sound of kisses begin given.

"Told you so."

Tom furrowed his brow "But you said you were doubt-"

Joe shushed him "Ah- I'm right. It's okay. Right? Good."

Joey looked to him with the nod of his head, a surprised look on his face "Wow Joe, you need to teach me some of your ways."

Tom chuckled "There is no teaching you."

Joe shushed them both- "patience young grasshoppers.- the lesson isn't over yet." He waited until Steven had carried me off down a hallway.

"Aaaaaaaand- there you have it. That's why you never interfere with a fighting couple. They can fix things themselves."

Tom nodded "Hm- good going Joe." He praised Joe.

Joey sat with his face slumped into the palm of his hand "I'm so lost."

Joe and Tom just laughed.