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Stevie Nicks #1

A/N:

I'm writing this before I know what's going to happen, and I kinda want to surprise myself as well as you guys like that. Think of it like halfway between the '75 Fleetwood Mac album and Rumours. It is a female perspective just because I don't mind writing stuff like this, but also because I feel I've gone from the rock star's point of view too recently, so maybe next time.

There will not be smut though, so no one get their hopes up on that. I don't think I could write that to save myself, and I will not try with this book. 

I can throw a disclaimer out now, it will include drug use. Specifically cocaine because, if you know anything about Stevie, or rock culture in general, there was a lot of cocaine use. So, viewer discretion is advised. If you're not up for that, which I completely understand, go read another one of my one shots or stories, or anything else you prefer :)

I hope you enjoy!

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Tapping. 

Scraping.

Sharp, delicate scraping. 

The small blade between Stevie's trembling fingers clicked against the glass table top. Her tounge darted out multiple times to wet her dry and cracked bottom lip. She was always so meticulous with the way she made her lines. They were always an inch long and no more than half a millimetre in width. More often than not there were two lines. This time there were three. Three perfect lines evenly separated at the corner of the table. 

She sat back for a moment and admired her work. At least I thought she was admiring it. I always did. Her big, doll-like brown eyes cast a solemn gaze down onto the white powder in front of her. She took a shallow breath in then looked to me. 

"Please?" She held her hand out. Her voice was soft and as cool as lamb's blood. 

I felt my heart begin to race. I'm not sure if it was from the cocaine in my system or if it was because of her. I held out the small metal tube in my right hand and felt her long nails scrape against my palm as she collected it. 

She gracefully swept her hair to the side, blocking my view of her taking the coke into her system. Her hair was so beautiful. Feathered and frizzy, dense and thin all at once. She took her time, making sure all the powder was off the table top before throwing her head back to look up at the ceiling. 

The curls in her hair bounced around her shoulders, falling still after a moment. She hummed quietly to herself. Something she often did as a way to settle into the coke-high. I noticed it when we first started doing it together. Just when I though she couldn't get any more beautiful, her soft humming in her most vulnerable state proved be wrong. 

A knock on the door interrupted her moment, her eyes flinging open as Lindsey entered.

"Hey, Stevie," he smiled, walking over to her and dropping to his knees at her side. A smile that drove a knife through my heart spread across her lips when she threw her arms around his neck. They folded their lips together in a sweet kiss, Lindsey's hand cradling her soft cheek as he leaned her back against the couch. 

When they parted, Stevie's eyes fluttered shut. She leaned her head back onto the cushion of the couch, her throat immediately being peppered with kisses from his lips. 

"Mmm, how are you?" He hummed.

She opened her eyes to meet his, smiling again as she said, "I'm fine."

"Perfect..." he kissed her once more, then moved to stand. He looked me dead in the eyes, giving me a warm smile as he nodded:

"(Y/N),"