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*Steven's P.O.V*

By the time I woke, Delilah was out of bed. She left a small note on the side of the table reading-

"Morning handsome~ I'm downstairs figuring out what to do about breakfast, Love you XOXO"

I dropped the note card upon my chest and rubbed my face with my hands.

A moment or two passed, I only lied still- staring up at the ceiling, contemplating what the meaning of my life really was.

I am Steven Tyler. I am a fûcking rockstar who suffers from depression, and anorexia. I'm in love with my high-school sweetheart, and I practically made her life a living hêll for the past three years after leaving without notice. I've been a drug addict for quite some time, and I'm trying to recover.

God I was a screw up.

I laughed slightly and slowly climbed out of bed- rubbing the back of my neck.

I'm utterly surprised Delilah forgave me so quickly...at least- I'm sure she forgave me...

Even I wouldn't forgive myself- I still haven't.
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Heading down the staircase tiredly, I ran a hand through my messy mass of curly hair and raised my arms above my head, stretching my slender figure out.

Delilah was leaned against the counter, flipping through pages of multiple books at once- she had been sliding across the kitchen grabbing various foods, setting them beside a large metal bowl.

Walking up behind her, I carefully wrapped my arms around her waist and pecked her cheek, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty." She spoke playfully, I could sense the gorgeous smile forming upon her face before I saw it.

"I love that movie." I sighed softly and buried my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin softly.

Her shoulders shook gently as she let out soft giggles- craning her neck away from me.

"Whoa- have to take me to dinner first pal." She teased and laughed lightly.

I smirked and shook my head, pulling back I waved my hands to show I disagreed "Oh Honey, no, no, no- I don't work that way."

I picked her her up, grasping her thighs- Setting her down on the counter.

"Finally, eye contact- at eye level." I joked.

She rolled her eyes "Not my fault you're tall."

"Not my fault you're short." I smiled and whispered, kissing her cheek softly.

She let out a soft laugh and brushed the hair from my eyes- carefully bringing her lips down upon mine.

My smile widened as I felt her lips touch mine. I let my free hand rest on her waist, then gently slide under her shirt- running my fingers across her abdomen and up past her ribs.

Pausing, I had to literally force myself to pull away from her.

I stayed close, only pulling my mouth an inch or two away from hers- the tips of our noses slightly brushed against one another.

My eyes flickered from hers, to her mouth-

"I have to pee." I sighed and smiled with a bit of laughter.

She laughed under her breath and slid her hand down my right side gently "Then go-..."

"I don't really want too..." I whispered and pushed my hand further up her shirt gingerly.

Laughing with the raise of her brows, she mumbled in my ear "Then I hope you like getting a kidney infection." She kissed my jaw.

I pursed my lips, the way this conversation was being treated- was driving me crazy. Then again, I really had to pee.

Sighing in defeat, I pulled away a pointed a finger at her as I walked backwards "I'm not done with you."

She held up an 'okay' symbol upon her hand, creating a circle with her thumb and index finger while her other fingers stayed straight up.
"Okay, mhm." She nodded and gave me a sarcastic look of reassurance before smiling.

I winked before trotting off to the bathroom.
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I stood before the toilet and stared at the wall blankly, lost in thought.

A headache pounded against my skull, a sigh suppressing my lips.

Questions ran through my mind absently, I hadn't considered the majority except...for one.

One question had been on my mind before I left- and upon my return. It never left my thoughts.

I had known it would probably difficult to work out at the time, knowing I didn't have much money- I was fresh out of highschool back then...

Now I'm generously wealthy-...which I'm not very proud of. Sure, I worked hard to get that record deal with the boys...but I didn't feel like I really earned it.

Joe took more credit than any of us. He was the heart of Aerosmith- yet everyone appointed me as the leader, the best one- the favorite...it really bothered me.

Normally I never really cared what people thought- I didn't have my own thoughts then, I let drugs think for me.

Then there was Brad- he recently joined our little group about two years ago. About a month or two after Aerosmith was officially started.

Brad was a good guy- he was funny, and brought a lot to the table for us.

But that gôdâmn question kept playing in the back of my mind- over and over and over again.

Although- it'd be quite a problem...honestly...The engagement band I managed to purchase, disappeared.

I was devastated- cursing myself out for being irresponsible. The last time I remember having it, was a few months or so after we were dating.

The night I 'slept over' at her place- the next morning the ring was gone.

It was a lovely band- A pure sliver ring itself, studded with red garnet gems across the top. A large one in the center, with smaller ones in a row on either side.

I didn't know how to ask- or when to ask...I had held on to it for a good long while, trying to find the perfect time.

I wanted to marry her as soon as we got out of high school. We had been together since tenth grade- when I met her- then...I left...and everything went to hêll.

But now- I was going to fix things, everything would be okay.
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I was disturbed from my thoughts as I heard groaning coming from the bathtub.

Quickly glancing over, a brunette who looked sick to her stomach began to stir.

She caught sight of me and flinched in surprise.

I blushed violently and turned away from her. Quickly finishing- I quickly made my way out of the bathroom as fast as possible.

"Hey- what's up?..." Delilah laughed with the raise of her brow as she caught sight of me.

"Partier. Bathroom. I was exposed. I'm so done." I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

"Oh...oh wow." I could hear her laugh through her hand that was clamped over her mouth.

Shooting her a playful look, I raised my brows "You think this funny?"

"Most definitely."

I flexed my hands before sprinted after her, a smile on my face.

She gasped in utter surprise as struggled to run away.

Bending down, I grabbed her thighs, I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder- bringing her upstairs.

"Come on- get dressssed. Interview today!" I sung happily and spun her around.

Slapping her âss jokingly I tossed her down on the bed and randomly threw clothes at her from her closet.

"Hot. Hot. Oh god no. Ooh sexy. Yes. Oh my god yes." I examined each piece of clothing as I handed it to her.

Laughing and shaking her head, she waved me away and slowly pushed my outside of her room.

"Wait- no show? Seriously?" I spoke with a hint of sarcasm in my 'disappointed' voice.

"Nope. Not this time." She closed the door in my face.

Before she did so, I caught a glimpse of something silvery shining in the Suns glare upon her end table.

The Ring.