GET OFF THE DAMN RAMP

Will be on a hiatus for some time. I'll try and get some writing done but I'm not sure when I'll come back. It honestly depends.

I'm not giving up on my story, I just need lots of time. I miss writing and wish I had more time to do so. (not to mention I barely blog anymore idk why)

I was going to have a Joe/OFC scene in SIAW but I decided against it because it would be too much with what is already going to happen. This is what happens when you’re waiting for the Rolling Stones tickets to go on sale at 8:30am with little sleep. Whoops. :3

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Edit: This was pretty much written back in April and it was just sitting on my computer until I decided where I was going to take it. I could make it a two-shot, or I could leave it like this; it all depends on the response I get. Hope you can forgive me from the long absence. It's not the best, but I just wanted to give you guys an extra something. So, here you go.

I can’t even begin to express how sorry I am for not updating for the past few months; life has kept me very busy. I hope this helps you forgive me, if not make up for the absence. Managed to complete this during class over the course of the past couple days, I finally got a random burst of inspiration. Don’t forget to leave feedback; I want to hear your thoughts and reactions. If there's any spelling mistakes or words used wrong, I'm sorry. I am really tired and I just wanted to post this tonight. I don’t really have much experience writing these sort of things but, um, enjoy!

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New Year’s Eve 1978

The blaring rock music from the house could be heard all the way down the street. Rick and Emma walked towards the source of where the music was coming from in the bitter winter cold: Joe’s house.

“I have a feeling I’m going to regret this.” Emma stammered as her teeth chattered.

“Ay, don’t sweat it, Em. It’ll be fun, trust me,” Rick threw his arm around her. “Besides, I think you need it.” Emma gave him a questioning look, but all he did was give her a wink and hug her closely.

Emma was nervous, not only because it was the first real party that she ever went to, but Sav and Steve were going to be there. If she ever had a chance to be with either of them, tonight would be it. I’ll just take it as it comes I guess, she thought. That’s kind of the reason why she took the chance of wearing a denim jacket, a smooth black dress that stopped just above her knees with flats to match, her hair curled slightly, and some eyeliner on. She wasn’t going full out, but she might as well make an effort.

The pair managed to make it up to the door, before freezing to death, and Rick rang the doorbell. Joe answered the door right away, clad in tight black leather pants and a sparkly dark purple blouse. Emma refrained from laughing as Rick ushered her in with his palm on the small of her back.

Joe had flashed his brilliant smile towards her. “Wow, Emma. You look stunning.” Grabbing her hand and twirling her around as she blushed and mumbled her thanks. He then had offered to show her around, to which she looked at Rick and reluctantly agreed. As they turned in the opposite direction, Joe had his arm comfortably snaked around her waist and looked back at Rick to give him a wink before heading off to a group of friends. He chuckled when he saw Rick fill with anger.

Pete, Sav and Steve were standing together drinking beers when Rick and Emma finally sauntered in. The men couldn’t take their eyes off of her.

“Shit mate, I got to get her for meself.” Pete slurred. Sav nodded while Steve stood there in silence, that’s when Rick popped up beside them looking gloomy.

“Oi, where’s Emma?” Sav questioned immediately.

“Nice to see you too, mate. Mr. Elliott had already whisked her away as soon as we came in.” He growled.

“He’s such a bastard, why can’t he just leave ‘er alone?” Steve said to himself as he took another swig of his beer.

“I hear ya. Hey, pass me one of ‘em.” Steve reached behind him and pulled out a cold beer can and tossed it to Rick, who chugged it as soon as he received it.

If he just left her alone, maybe we could actually talk. Steve had thought to himself. He had not spent any time with Emma alone since the day before Christmas Eve. They barely spoke on the phone and she rarely showed up at band practice anymore, and when she did, Sav would have her attention. He thought that he scared her off after he gave her the necklace, even though thanked him for it and constantly wore it; that made him incredibly happy, he had to admit. He was never good with girls, and he didn’t think he was good-looking, at least not compared to Sav and Joe. Well, she must have some interest in me, he thought, but went against it and thought she was just doing it to make him happy. He sighed as he finished his beer and went to grab another one.

Emma tried to focus on the people that Joe was introducing to her, but he was distracted. She was thinking too much of why she was here, at this party. I should go home, she thought, turning around for a moment to look for Rick, but he already appeared to be drunk and talking to some redheaded girl. She was stuck; she decided to actually take a look at her surroundings. The house itself wasn’t that big. It was a regular two story with a spacious living room covered in carpeting and typical furniture, two chairs and an awful yellow couch with a television set facing out, a dining room that obviously wasn’t made for more than four people at most, and a small kitchen. The walls were a light blue with pictures that glistened in the light from overhead; beige tiles took over the kitchen floors with assorted pans hanging from the ceiling and a wrap-around counter with pink marble top.  It seemed like a comfortable home for a small family.

At this point, she was absentmindedly following Joe around and failed to notice him take her in another room until she felt her back come in contact with the rough wall and his lips against her’s.

“God, Emma, you’re so gorgeous.” He whispered against her lips. Emma was in shock, but it only took her a moment to respond to him.

“Joe, get the hell off me!” She yelled as she pushed him off of her and smacked him across the face. “I don’t know where you got the idea, but I’m not interested.” She glared at him once more before storming out of the room.

Steve had seen Emma come out of a side room looking angry and distraught, so his instincts took over and he went over to her. As he was going to Emma, he saw Joe walk out of that same room with a red welt on his cheek.

“Hey, Joe, nice mark.” Sav chuckled as Joe approached him and reached for a beer in the bucket.

“Piss off, Savage.” Joe growled as he downed his drink.

Finally within mere of her, Steve put his hand on her back and she flinched.

“You alright, luv?” He questioned. Emma slowly turned toward him and buried her face in his chest, trying to fight back tears. She didn’t like to cry in front of people, especially in front of someone she really liked, so she managed to hold back. Just being in his arms and his familiar scent filling her nostrils was comforting enough. There were countless times that she dreamed that she’d be in his arms, one way or another; they were her favorite place to be, Steve made her feel safe. Once she finally calmed down, she pulled away from him gently.

“Thanks, I needed that.” She spoke, smiling up at him.

“Any time. You know where to find me.” He replied, grinning back at her.             

Steve and Emma continued to talk for a while, catching up with each other’s lives. After some time, Steve had to pull away to get another beer, reassuring her that he’d be back. While she was leaning against the wall watching Steve walk away, studying his movements and how his hair looked in the light, another figure approached, startling her as he started to speak.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, luv. My apologizes.”

“No, it’s okay Sav. You just caught me off guard.” She gasped. She took one look at Sav and that stopped all her thoughts about Steve immediately. Those dark curls, big blue puppy dog eyes and full lips…

“Oh God…” She panted. Sav’s eyebrow raised and he gave her a complete smile, showing his teeth. He had to know what that did to her. Did he say something? Oh shit.

“I’m sorry, what?” She blushed.

“I asked ya if you wanted some’in to drink.” He smiled. Wow, that’s very distracting.

“Oh yeah, sure.” Emma stuttered.

Sav handed her his drink and told her to try it. She was hesitant, but couldn’t resist him. She had drank alcohol before, but nothing really strong. Whatever Sav had was very strong and she felt sick as soon as she felt the burning in her throat as it slithered down and warmed her up.

“Did ya like that?” He inquired with a hand rubbing her right shoulder gingerly. No, it’s absolutely disgusting.

“Yeah, it’s good.” She replied, licking her lips.

“Good. You can have the rest of that one. I’m gonna go get another, care to join me?”

Emma’s head was already starting to swim from the alcohol, she was feeling a bit disoriented. She took another gulp of the foreign liquid and followed Sav to where the drinks were kept. She didn’t see the look on Steve’s face as she trailed after Sav as if she was in a trance. In that moment, Steve knew that he lost her to Sav. He sniffled as he made his way over to Joe, who was pretty engrossed in flirting with some thin, blonde girl.

“Hey mate, I think I’m gonna take off.”

Joe looked over at him with lidded eyes for a minute before responding to him.

“But is not even midnight yet, you sure?” He slightly slurred.

“Yeah, it’s alright. Happy New Year, mate; see ya at band practice.” Steve patted Joe’s shoulder then made his way to the door, but not before grabbing a half empty bottle of vodka.

Emma already had two drinks and she was obviously drunk. God, I hope I can at least remember shit in the morning, she thought. When Sav offered her another drink, that’s when she drew the line.

“Fine then. Hey, it’s too loud out here, can we go som’where else?” Sav grabbed Emma’s hand as soon as she nodded.

No one seemed to notice Joe making out with the blonde girl in the corner as she felt him up, or Rick close the door to one of the bedrooms upstairs with someone on the bed, or Pete passed out on the floor with a ton of beer cans surrounding him. Nor did anyone notice Steve leave alone with the bottle. The music was blaring, people are dancing, drinking, kissing. Time moved in slow motion, it seemed.

Emma barely remembered being drawn up the stairs by Sav. She saw something out of the corner of her eye, but chose to ignore it for the time being. What was a blur, was Sav bringing her into the room, closing the door and sitting on the bed next her. She instantly sobered up a bit when she felt the distance close between them and his lips against her’s.

Sav’s lips tasted so sweet, the feeling of them on her’s was driving her crazy. Emma could sense the urgency in his kiss as his tongue made its way into her mouth. She didn’t stop him, like she did with Joe; she completely let go and welcomed him in. The kisses became more rough and insistent as he pushed her gently down on the bed. Sav moved his mouth away from her’s and attached them to her neck as she gasped. He clawed off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. All Emma could do was go along with it, it felt too good to stop. As the alcohol was flowing freely through their veins, their bodies heated up faster as the passion began to rise. That’s when everything started to happen fast. Before she knew it, Sav was pulling off her dress and underwear and he was only left in his own. He looked at the scene before him, but the face was a blur; he couldn’t tell who it was and at this point, he didn’t care. He ripped off the remainder of his clothes and crawled on top of Emma.

Emma knew that it was going to hurt, she was still a virgin after all. She had heard kids in school talking about it a few times and she always found herself listening to what they had to say. She couldn’t ask Rick what it was like because not only was he a guy, but he was also a virgin. Emma had racked her brain for any knowledge she had of sex and found that what she knew was scarce. The only thing she knew for certain was that it would hurt.

Sav’s mouth came back in contact with Emma’s and all seemed forgotten. While he had her distracted, he slid his hand down to her awaiting mound. Emma let out a gasp when she felt his fingers touch her clit. Playing bass did have its advantages, and Emma was going to find out one of them. His fingers worked magic on her, moving inside and around her nub until she was ready to burst, then he removed them. She whined from the loss of contact briefly before she felt something push at her entrance. Right when she looked down, she saw Sav pushing his length into her carefully.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight.” He gasped as he held himself in place. Emma wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed her eyes shut until she got used to him moving inside her. Sav’s thrusts increased right away as Emma dragged her nails down his back, causing him to move faster. She let out loud moans and gasps as he continued slamming into her. His rhythm was becoming irregular and she was starting to feel a warmness growing in her lower stomach. She was still in pain, but not as much now.  Right when his thrusts were slow but hard, did she let go and groan; wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. Sav then collapsed on top of her and stayed there for a couple minutes before slipping out and lying beside her.

Emma was trying to catch her breath and figure out what had just happened, when she felt strong arms curl around her naked waist and pull her close. She automatically rolled onto her side and nuzzled into the crook of Sav’s neck. Before she dozed off, she could hear everyone that remained downstairs countdown to midnight then shout their “Happy New Year’s” to each other. She planted a soft kiss on Sav’s lips.

“Happy New Year, Sav.” she whispered, before closing her eyes and falling right to sleep.

Meanwhile, Steve was sitting outside on a bolder that was freezing cold and taking gulps of vodka to keep himself warm. I think me arse is frozen, can’t feel a damn thing, he thought. Well, maybe I shouldn’t feel anything right now. He sat there looking up at the clear December sky and watched the stars twinkle. I wonder what Emma’s doing. Steve took a few more gulps of the vodka and it was gone. He had been out here walking around for the past hour and a half because he refused to go home. It was New Year’s Eve and he really didn’t want to spend it with family, especially if his dad was awake. He shivered as the wind blew, stinging his cheeks. He heard a faint chanting coming from the distance, followed by cheering. Ah, must be midnight. Steve looked up at the stars once more and made a wish. He didn’t really believe in that sort of thing, but he felt like he needed to. Once he was done, he picked up the empty bottle and threw it on the ground, watching it shatter into a million pieces.

And now I feel even more terrible because I haven't updated in so long.

I've had a bunch of things to do this summer, so I apologize immensely.

I've just been busy with my last two weeks of school approaching and having to do finals, make up class work, field trips, etc; I've been rather busy.

I have tons of plans for the stories and I'm even writing down some notes but otherwise, they're won't be much until I'm done with school for the summer. I am going to try very hard to finish my one-shot but I won't be updating SIAW, so it's on a hiatus for the next two weeks.

Author’s Note: This is a little treat for you guys. Actually, it’s more of an apology for waiting so long for the new chapter of SIAW. Pure smut, 300 words. Randomly came to me after I finished the chapter. Plus, I needed to practice for writing sex scenes. Hope you like! (;

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Cool bricks had come in contact with her back, rough hands clutched her waist while urgent lips made themselves at home in the crook of her neck. Her fingernails dragged across the dark fabric that covered his back.

His band just finished their gig at the Whiskey; he could see her during the whole show from his drum kit, dancing and screaming. He knew from that first moment, he had to have her immediately. He couldn’t wait to bring her back to the hotel.

She switched positions, pinning him against the wall outside of the club. She reached down and untied in the lace of his leather pants, pulling them down with her. His erection sprang free and she instantly grasped it. Running her tongue along the underside as his head came in contact with the brick wall. She looked up at him and slowly took him into her mouth; she could see his stage makeup smudged from their previous make out sessions. A loud moan escaped him as his hand twisted in her hair, causing her to accelerate her ministrations.

“Honey, if you don’t stop soon I—“ His statement was cut short when she swallowed him completely and sucked in her cheeks, that’s when he couldn’t stand it. He grabbed the back of her head and thrust four times before spilling his seed into her awaiting mouth.

His hand started to loosen from her hair and his thrusts became slower until they came to a halt. After milking him of all that he had to offer, she pulled away and wiped her lips with the back of her hand before standing up. He was already stuffing himself back into his pants when he asked,

“How much?”

Sorry, no smut… yet. Plain and innocent meeting; Emma is feeling lonely and just wanted a bit of company around Christmas time. It’s going to be really fun writing about these two; I honestly look forward to it because of reasons. Also, keep an eye out for possible foreshadowing. Sorry for the long wait, hope this makes up for it! :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

December 22, 1978

Emma had hung out with all the guys the night before because they weren’t going to see her until after the holidays; Rick was seeing her on Christmas, so he wasn’t complaining much. They had band practice for a little then they all went to the park and played in the snow, despite their ages and all the weird stares they got. After, they all went to Rick’s house for hot chocolate and watched a movie before they left. Rick insisted he walk her home, which displeased Joe. Each of them gave her a gift and made her swear that she wouldn’t open them until Christmas day, which seemed a bit ridiculous but she promised regardless. Joe, Pete, and Steve were going to head to the pub. They almost literally dragged Sav out of the house because he wanted to stay with Emma longer, which they scoffed at.

It was a lie; not entirely though. Her parents were going to visit relatives, but she had faked sick so she didn’t have to make the trip just because she didn’t feel like leaving town, typical. Her parents didn’t want to leave her alone but she convinced them she’d be fine. They would be back Christmas Eve morning, though. She also didn’t want the guys to bother her for a couple days; it was really becoming overbearing. She got to relax but then felt a bit lonely. She could call Rick, but he’s been acting a little strange towards her lately and she wanted to have some space between them for the moment. In an instant, someone came to mind that she could call. Picking up her phone, she dialed the number that was scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper on her night stand and waited. She knew for a fact that they wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

“Hello?” A groggy voice on the other end was vaguely heard.

“Oh, sorry to wake you, Steve. I didn’t realize how late it was.” Emma quickly apologized looking at the clock that read 10:56pm.

“Nah, it’s alright. Wait, is that you Emma?” Steve questioned, leaning over to turn on a light. Squinting at the brightness briefly before he sat up.

“Um, yeah.” Emma then thought that maybe this was a mistake, calling Steve. She also thought that it was so great to hear his voice.

“I thought you went to Northampton to see family?” He replied as he ran a hand through his tangled hair. Emma couldn’t keep it built up inside her anymore; she just had to let it out.

“No, the parents went and I didn’t want to go. Funny story actually, I told the guys that I was going, so I could get a break from all the attention they’ve been giving me. No matter how much I think it was nice of them to do so, it’s been such a pain in the ass. Even Rick has been acting weird around me; I don’t appreciate that. I felt suffocated, and now I feel lonely because I have no one to talk to.”

Emma put her head down on the desk and let out a frustrated grunt. Steve was silent; he could tell that guys were annoying her, but every time he spoke, they just glared at him. He felt honored, in a way, that she decided to call him instead of Rick.

“Please don’t tell them I called you, they’ll be after me again. I just need a couple days away from them.”

“You ‘ave my word, love.”

All Emma could do was smile. She was so happy that she was talking to someone, but not just anyone, this was Steve.

They decided to talk on the phone for a while longer, mainly because Steve didn’t want to leave her alone. He didn’t care if he was exhausted from band practice and was half asleep; he wanted to keep talking to her. Also, he wasn’t sure when he’d ever get this chance again. It was almost one in the morning before they decided to call it a night, but not before Emma asked him a question that plagued her mind for the last hour.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, love?”

Emma chewed on her lip before she continued. “Do you want to come over tomorrow? I mean, if you’re doing something with your family then I understand.”

Steve smiled at how embarrassed she seemed to be. To be honest, his family didn’t do anything major around Christmas time like most. Besides, he refused to let her be alone, regardless how many times he spent it alone himself.

“I would love to. When do you want me to come over?” He inquired.

Emma mentally freaked out, but in a good way. She gave him a time and had him write down her address before they said their goodnights and hung up. Once she put that phone down, she screamed into her pillow. Apparently she wasn’t fast enough because Steve could hear a faint squeal of happiness previous to hanging up. He just chuckled, feeling satisfied with himself. He finally had something to do on a holiday; he finally had someone to spend it with.

The next morning, Emma hopped out of bed and went straight into the shower. She was so excited that Steve would be coming over in a couple of hours. Being undecided with what to wear, she just wore jeans and a t-shirt; hoping that wouldn’t be too bland. She did tie her hair back with a red and green bow and gave herself bangs. She also made herself some cereal. By the time she finished, it was almost noon and Steve would be arriving shortly. Cleaning her room the best she could and tucked away anything she found embarrassing. At that time, the doorbell rang; her heart skipped a beat. She really liked Steve, obviously. She went down to answer the door and there he stood. Faint ginger permed hair, suit jacket with a Led Zeppelin raglan and jeans; she almost fainted at the sight.

Steve was three years her senior, she couldn’t imagine him wanting to hang out with her, let alone talk to her. With the band was one thing, this was something completely different. He was willing to keep their meeting a secret from his friends, who were infatuated with her, including her own best friend, and they’ve only known each other not even a month. Emma came back to reality when she realized he was shivering and invited him in. She didn’t even notice the flower in his hand.

“This is for you, love.” Steve said, handing her the flower. It was a thorn-less, single red rose. She knew that meant something, she just didn’t know what, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

“Thank you, Steve.” Her smile was absolutely genuine, this was the happiest she’d been in a while. “Um, make yourself at home.” She chuckled nervously. She had never been alone with a guy in her house before, not even Rick.

Steve took this opportunity to study his surroundings. The walls were a warm yellow with dark brown trim and hard wood floors. All around were family pictures or paintings. A fireplace sat in the middle of the living room that had a couch and two chairs. Her home did seem quite comfortable; he wouldn’t mind living in a house similar to it. Steve had stripped his jacket, putting it up on a peg in the hallway and made his way to the kitchen.

Emma had put the rose in a little vase with water then went on to making some hot chocolate for the two of them, that’s when she heard Steve walk in. She was mixing its contents when she finally looked up, almost dropping the mugs. God, he’s so hot.

“Oh, um, I-I thought you’d might want some hot cocoa since its cold out.” She stuttered, handing him a glass mug.

“Thanks, love.” He smiled as he gingerly held the mug between his slender his hands. “You have such a beautiful home, it feels very cozy.”

“I suppose. I haven’t been away from here long enough to miss it. Guess when you’re around something for so long, you become accustomed to it and its beauty seems to fade.” Steve absorbed her words and found her to be much more intelligent than he had thought. Not that he thought she was stupid, never, but she seems very mature for her age. Maybe that’s because she’s always around adults, he thought. He kept his comments to himself as they sipped their drinks in silence until Emma finally spoke.

“Would you like to see my room?” She questioned, then realizing what she had just said, tried to explain her offer. “Oh, uh, not like that. I mean, just to see my room. I have some records that we could listen to.” She blushed.

“Of course, darlin’.” He laughed, seeing how tense she was, he thought it was adorable how innocent she was. Emma gave a slight giggle and led the way up to her bedroom.

Steve followed closely behind as they walked down the painting covered hallway to her room. When she opened the door, he could see the space was filled with light. Well… this is a bit different from how I pictured it to look.

Emma’s room also hardwood floors; the walls were turquoise but could be vaguely seen due to the array of posters and clippings from magazines that concealed them. From Led Zeppelin to Aerosmith, The Ramones to Black Sabbath, David Bowie to Van Halen, and the like. Various bookcases and shelves clung to any surface they could; there was also a corner that was filled with vinyls and 45s, surrounding a record player. A red oak desk sat next to her bed, which had a faint green blanket and pale yellow sheets with flowers. On the other side of the desk leaned an acoustic guitar. Steve made sure to take note of that. And on the opposite side of the room was the door to a bathroom, it seemed.

Emma patted in her socks over to her desk and sat her hot chocolate down carefully, Steve followed suit.

“Well, what are you in the mood for? Name it and I’ll most likely have it,” She laughed and sauntered over to the record player. “Go on, don’t be shy. Sit wherever.”

Steve looked at her and chuckled. He chose to sit and the end of her bed, figuring that seemed harmless enough.

“Whatever Zep album is your favourite, love.” He smirked as she put on Led Zeppelin’s debut album.

  Steve began to ponder about what he wanted to listen to now.

“You got any Boston?” Emma’s head shot up then slowly dropped back down with a smile.

“Yeah. Which album? I have two.”

“Their first one, I like that one.” He replied, leaning against the baseboard.

Emma picked up the album, slid the sleeve off, placed it on the player and lowered the needle. The first song, More Than A Feeling, started playing as she turned the volume up. She then walked back over to her cocoa and sat on her bed facing Steve.

“Why did you pick Boston?” She asked, raising the mug to her lips.

“I dunno, some’in I’m in the mood for.” He shrugged. “Why? Did you not want to play that?”

“Oh no no, that’s not it. It’s just,” She smiled. “I’m from Boston.” Emma laughed seeing the surprise on Steve’s face.

“No way.” He grinned, interested in the sudden turn of conversation.

“Yes way. Its really ironic, I’m not much of a fan of the band but I have their records. I guess it’s just because they remind me a little bit of home.” She looked off into the distance, taking another drink.

Emma proceeded to tell Steve about her birth and early life in the States, never failing to miss a single detail. Steve drank his hot chocolate and fixed his gaze on her face in intense interest. After she had finished, she asked him about how the band has been going.

“Ah, it’s going alright. I feel confident that we can get out there if we played more gigs but, ya know.” Emma nodded her head in agreement, even though she didn’t quite understand,

"Yeah, careful what you wish for though." She said, finishing her drink.

Now if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying Future's coming much too slow And you wanna run but somehow you just keep on stayin' Can't decide on which way to go

They sat in a brief silence. Steve finally finished his cup as well and placed it on her desk next to Emma’s.

Now you're climbin' to the top of the company ladder Hope it doesn't take too long Can't cha see there'll come a day when it won't matter Come a day when you'll be gone

Take a look ahead, take a look ahead. Look ahead.

After what had seemed like hours, the sky had begun to darken. One of the reasons Emma always hated winter was it would always get dark too early.

Her and Steve had continued to talk about anything that caught their interest. She really got to know more about him, that pleased her immensely. Although, he did avoid anything that had to do with his parents… more specifically, his father. Emma understood that everyone has their own issues and didn’t push that topic any further. Starting to become tired, Emma leaned back against the headboard as Steve continued to talk. Boston’s record still spinning as it seems to fade into the distance.

You must understand this, I've watched you for so long

That I feel I've known you, I know it can't be wrong

Steve, too, was starting to drift off after a comfortable silence had blanketed both of them. He then remembered that Emma’s parents were coming back home early the next morning, and he didn’t want them to assume anything if Steve was still there. Groaning as he pulled himself off her bed and stood up, stretching as he looked back down at Emma. She must ‘ave fallen asleep while I was talkin’, he chuckled. Steve reached for the quilt that was folded at the bottom of her bed and covered her gently, leaning over to kiss her forehead. He turned towards her desk, leaving something next to the mugs before he walked over to the record player to turn it off.

But there was something about you I want you to know It brought a change over me It's startin' to show I got this feelin' inside, gotta have you, have you Ain't no good to hide.

It isn't easy To show what I'm feeling inside, girl It isn't easy I know, to believe in a man like me Like me, can't cha see I gotta gotta have you

But there was something about Yeah there was something about you.

Steve took one last look behind him, smiling, and then closed the door to Emma’s bedroom. He made his way down the stairs, grabbing his suit jacket, and was heading out the front door, locking the top of the door before he did so. He then decided to make his way up to Rick’s and ask for a ride home, he’ll think of an excuse on the way there.

December 24th, 1978

Emma woke up with a smile on her face and felt very warm. She was about to go back to sleep when she looked at the clock on her wall; it read 3:47pm. Shit, she thought. She jumped right out of bed and headed straight for the shower.

Emma’s parents were downstairs, finishing getting ready for the Christmas party they were heading to when Emma ran down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen wearing black dress pants and a white ruffled blouse.

“Why didn’t someone wake me up?” Emma asked, looking for something quick to eat in the refrigerator but finding nothing.

“We thought you were tired, so we let you sleep.” Her mother, Diane, replied. Her father just stood there fixing his tie then grabbing his jacket, completely ignoring the situation.

“Let’s go, we’re going to be late.” He grunted as he head out the door, Diane and Emma followed. All Emma could do was roll her eyes.

Later that evening, Emma had come home and was completely fed up with socializing. She said good night to her parents, going upstairs to change and trying to decide if she should call Rick. She went against it and threw all the clothes she was wearing into her laundry basket, changing into an old shirt of her’s from America with panties and climbed into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.

The next morning was much more subtle; Emma woke up with more ease and got to lounge in bed for a few minutes. When she moved over on her side, she noticed a little blue box on her desk. She threw back the covers and walked over to it. On the little card, it read: Do not open until Christmas. Emma glanced at the clock, it was 10:35am Christmas morning. She looked back at the box and opened it. Inside was a silver necklace with a guitar on it, which was also silver. She smiled hugely, then she noticed a note at the bottom of the box. She picked it up and unfolded it:

I know how much you enjoy music, so I thought you would like this. It’s mine and I want you to have it. Merry Christmas, Emma.

x Steve Clark

Emma clasped a hand over her mouth. Steve must’ve left this the other night after I fell asleep. She concurred that this was the most thoughtful present she had ever received. She unhooked the back and put the necklace on. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t stop smiling. I have to remember to thank him. She traced the jewelry once more before she went on to get dressed for the day’s events, Rick and his parents were coming over for dinner.

The rest of the evening went rather smoothly. Emma decided to wear a dress for once, a deep red one with black ballet flats and a green bow in her hair. Company had finally arrived; Rick had given her a huge hug and asked her about the trip.

“Oh, it was the usual. Absolutely boring.” They both chuckled as the parents reunited.

“You look beautiful, Emma. As always.” Rick took her hands in his and twirled her around, that’s when he noticed the necklace. Isn’t that Steve’s? He looked back at her and just smiled. He’ll make sure to ask him about it.

Many laughs were shared and good times ensued. Rick seemed to back to his usual self, for the most part anyway. He was still acting a little weird, and she hoped it would pass soon. Eventually everyone left; Rick asked if she’d be at the next band practice in two days and she assured him that she’d be there and would call him tomorrow. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.

“Well, that was nice, wasn’t?” Diane asked cheerfully. Emma’s father, John, just smiled and went into the kitchen to pour himself another glass of wine. Emma hugged her mother and went upstairs.

The chapter is literally almost done, I wrote the rest of it today.

I'm about 3/4 of the way through Chapter 4, which is good. But it'll probably stay like that until Thursday, unfortunately.

As for the one-shot, I'm trying to bridge a gap between events and I've had no motivation to do so. I wrote the whole beginning plus half of the middle, and I know exactly what I want to do for the other half and ending, but it's just that tiny piece that connects it all together that I'm having trouble with.

I don't want to rush it because then it'll be shit, but I just want to finish it. Gahh/

Author's Note: Listened to Def Leppard’s first album, The Rolling Stones and Lynyrd Skynyrd while writing this. Refused to stop until the chapter was finished at 3am. I was afraid that if I went to bed, I would forget everything that I planned. Terribly sorry for the whole thing, and the fact that it’s long (5 pages, wut); I was tired. Even though I read it over a bunch of times.

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 “My apologizes, darlin’. It’s Joe Elliott, ya know, the tall one.” The voice on the other end replied smoothly.

Emma let out a sigh of relief, but then it had occurred to her that he called… how?

“Oh, right. Um, how did you get my number?” Emma asked as she threw her legs over the side of her bed. Joe chuckled.

“Rick gave it to me. Well, actually, I literally just asked him for it.” Joe was lying down on his bed, playing with the cord of the phone. After Pete’s “scene” before they left practice, the guys had talked about getting Emma’s number. Apparently, Joe was the first one to get to her. He was never going to hear the end of that, but right now, he didn't care.

“That’s cool.” Emma was at a loss for words. She couldn't imagine why Joe was calling her, out of all people. She had to try her best to keep her composure, after all this was the same man who had called her sexy not even an hour ago.

“Do you want to come to the pub with us for a drink, love?” Joe asked, his curly hair falling in front of his face as he looked at his watch and sat up. He had to go pick up Sav and Pete, he still needed call Steve and ask him if he wanted to tag along. Rick already said he couldn't.

“Joe, I’m not 18 yet. Rick and I are the same age, remember?” She almost whispered; she felt embarrassed. Emma wanted to go to the pub with them, but she didn't want to get in trouble. Everyone knew each other, her parents would find out either way.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I completely forgot.” He said as he put on his jacket. “Well, once you get to there, I’ll take ya out. My treat, sound aright?” Double checking to see that he had what he needed, his license and money especially. His keys were downstairs then he would be on his merry way.

“Yeah, sounds good. Uh, I was just heading to bed. I've got class in the morning. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright then, glad I’ll be seeing your gorgeous face again tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Emma.” He cooed. He got the reaction he wanted when she let out a little squeak, which made him smile.

Emma said goodnight to him and then hung up the phone. She had a feeling she wouldn't be going to sleep tonight, and if she did, Joe was going to be in her dreams.

Instead of going home once they got out of school the next day, Rick and Emma went right over to the factory so the band could rehearse. Emma sat in her usual spot as they played. A couple hours later, they decided to take a five minute break. Rick lied on his drums in exhaustion; Steve sat down on a crate and Pete just walked around for a bit. At this point, Emma had her head against the cold wall and her eyes closed. She wasn't asleep; she was just listening to the music. She would’ve fallen asleep if it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat directly in front of her. Her eyes shot open to see Sav standing in front of her with four red roses in a glass bottle.

“These are for you, love. Thought I’d get you some’in nice. Sorry about the bot’le.” He outstretched his arm for her to take the flowers. She reached out and grasped the bottle, accidentally brushing against his hand as she retrieved it.

“They’re beautiful, thank you so much.” She looked up at him and smiled wholeheartedly. She never received flowers before, unless you count that time Rick picked some dandelions out of her front yard and handed them to her the first week they met. Joe and Pete just glared at Sav giving Emma the roses.

“What a wanker.” Pete said picking up his beer bottle and taking a swig. “He’s doin’ all that just to get ‘er in the sack? God, he must be desperate.”

Steve looked on with sad eyes at the scene, wishing it was him giving her the flowers instead of Sav. He should really make an effort to talk to her; maybe ask her out on a date. It was hard to do so with the other guys getting in the way. He had been thinking about her nonstop since yesterday, what made her so special? Everything, he thought. He sighed as he grabbed his guitar and stood up, going back to work.

Emma and Sav had talked for a bit before he had to go back to work. He winked at her as he turned around with his bass and walked back to the group. Emma was blushing, yet again, and went back to putting her head against the wall. Only this time, she was smiling.

December 15th, 1978

All of Def Leppard, with the exception of Emma, were sitting in a little pizzeria chatting up a storm and playing around. For the past two and a half weeks, the guys had been hitting on her repeatedly and were always giving her something. She was flattered, of course, that they all fought for her attention but it was starting to be a bit much. The only one that didn’t bother her much, besides Rick, was Steve. He continued to be quiet, only speaking to her on rare occasions. He even called her once, which she was very ecstatic at. He hadn’t called again due to the guys yelling at him for it, only because they wanted to talk to her. She much rather would’ve spoken to Steve then the lot of them.

“So Emma, what you doin’ for Christmas?” Joe asked casually slipping his arm around her shoulders, causing the four other men to glare at him, including Rick.

“Um, don’t know. Probably spending it like every year, with Rick and the family.” She stated proudly, taking a sip of her soda. Rick’s smile showed how much truth and happiness was behind her statement.

“What about Christmas Eve?” Sav questioned. All eyes were on her, making her feel a tad uncomfortable.

“Oh, going to see relatives down in Northampton. We’ll be leaving the night before. My father said that we should take a trip for once.” She looked down as the pizza came.

They continued to talk and hang out before the guys announced that they would go to the pub, only this time, Rick was going with them. The bar was just around the corner, within walking distance to say the least. Joe offered to take her home, since he was the only one that could drive, so she wouldn’t have to walk alone in the cold evening.

Emma slipped into the passenger seat as Joe told the guys he’s be right back, Rick eyeing him suspiciously. Rick gave her a kiss on the cheek and said he’d call her when he got home, the boys whistled.

Joe hopped in the car, turning the key as the engine roared to life and put the heat on. He made sure to take his time and take the long way, just to spend alone time with her. The radio was on low and it started to snow lightly outside; there was barely anyone on the road. Joe kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey, did Rick tell ya ‘bout the New Year’s party?” He inquired.

“No, he didn’t mention anything about it.” Emma replied keeping her eyes away from his.

“You’re more than welcome to come, if ya want. It’s at my house, the folks are gonna be out of town. All the guys will be there, and a few other friends of mine. It’ll be fun.” He said leaning back in the seat, looking her up and down then quickly refocused on the road.

Emma just stared out the window, watching the snowflakes fall. It was always around this time of year that she became homesick for her home back in America. Yes, the winters were terrible there, even worse, but she missed it. Before she knew it, the car had stopped and Joe put it in park in front of her house.

“Well, here ya are.” He said looking up the home then back at her.

“Thanks so much. I really appreciate it, Joe.” The way she said his name was so heavenly. His mind wondered to what it would sound like with him on top of her, her moans echoing in his ears. How delicious her skin would feel against his as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

“Joe, you alright?” Emma asked looking at him starting to sweat. He snapped out of his fantasy and nervously looked around.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine. It’s just a bit hot in here.” He reached over to turn down the heat.

Emma was examining his features; she never realized just how gorgeous Joe was. From his tall, skinny frame to his brown curly hair and almond shaped eyes. They were her favorite part of him, she couldn’t stop staring but she couldn’t stare for long either. He had that kind of look that just sent shivers down her spine. Without much of a warning, Joe leaned over and pressed his lips against Emma’s. They were soft, but urgent. She had to pull away a few seconds later before the kiss became more heated, to both of their dismay. Once she opened her eyes again, she saw those same almond eyes she daydreamt about constantly. Something didn’t feel right. And with that, she gathered her things together and opened the car door. She had climbed out and hesitated for a moment.

“About that party… I’ll think about it.” She said slamming the door and then ran up to her place. Joe watched her slip inside before he turned his car around. Just when he was driving away, he saw a light in the top right corner go on and the curtains close. He grinned happily as he made his way back to the pub.

Once Emma was inside, she ran upstairs to her room, ignoring her parents’ questions about her arriving home so early. She turned on her light and went to shut the curtains when she spotted Joe driving away slowly then sped up once she saw him. She didn’t know what she was feeling. Happiness was definitely there but there was something else. It felt like she was cheating on someone, but she wasn’t in a relationship. She was confused, to say the least.

After a few hours of thinking, she had come to the conclusion that she had to tell Joe that she wasn’t interested. Of course she found him very attractive, but she couldn’t be in a relationship or sleep with him without feeling guilty, for whatever reason. As if on cue, the phone rang and she hoped that it wasn’t Joe.

“Betty Boop, leave a message after the tone.” She said once she picked up the receiver with a fake accent and slammed her head on her desk.

“Ow, that didn’t sound too good.” Rick’s drunken laughter filled her ears.

“Oh thank God, I was worried sick. Do you know what time it is?” She nearly shouted into the phone. The clock had read quarter to 2.

“Sorry, Mum.” He chuckled as he tried his best not to make much noise, attempting to take off his shoes without losing his balance.

“Yeah, well, just give me a head’s up if you plan on staying longer that’s all.” She stood up and rubbed her eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” He slurred as he fell on his bed. Both ends of the line were quiet for a few seconds before Rick spoke again. “You know ‘ow much I love you, right Emma?”

“And I love you too, Rick. Get some sleep; you have practice all day tomorrow. Speaking of practice, I can’t make it this time. I have to do some things for my mom. Come over once you've finished, okay?” She paced.

“Okay, but I mean it, love. I really do. Goodnight princess.” She chuckled as she put the phone down and climbed into bed with a new thought in mind.

Don't worry, chapter 3 is already done and will be posted sometime this week. (:

November 28th, 1978

Emma was just walking up to her front steps, clutching her coat in the cool autumn air when Rick came running down the street, yelling her name. Once she turned around, he tackled her to the ground.

“Christ, Rick, what the hell?” she said pushing him off of her.

Rick grabbed her arm as he stood up, bringing her with him. She brushed off some grass from her back and ass as he giggled.

“Emma, I have some great news!” He panted, putting his hands on her shoulders. Emma squinted her eyes.

“You alright, darling? Are-are you on drugs?” She asked reaching the back of her hand up to feel his forehead. He proceeded to swat her hand away as she laughed.

“You know how I’ve been looking for a serious band, right? Well, I found one and auditioned for them.”

“And?” Emma asked, pushing a few strands of black hair back with her fingers then placed a delicate hand on her hip and looked at him quizzically. Why is she so beautiful?

“And…” Rick glanced down at his feet then brought his eyes back up to her’s. Mentally shaking that thought from his mind.

“I--I got the gig!”

Emma squealed happily and jumped into his arms. Rick spun her around and said, “I’m glad you’re so supportive, love. I really wouldn't ‘ave done it without you.” He sighed against her hair, breathing in her light lavender scent.

“Hey, it was all you, sweetheart.” She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he gently lowered back down to the ground.

“I ‘ave practice with ‘em tomorrow, wanna come?” Emma’s eyes lit up with excitement at his request.

“Can I? I mean, if it’s not any trouble-“

“Of course not! I want you there. Please?” He pursed his lips and batted his eyelashes, imitating a puppy.

“Alright, for you I will.” She giggled as Rick hugged her once more.

“C’mon over to my house, Mum’s making pasta tonight. I won’t take no for an answer.” Rick threw his left arm over her shoulders, walking her down the street to his house. She grabbed his hand and laid her head on his chest; He smiled. How I love these little moments.

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As the band was setting up at the abandoned factory, Rick walks into the cramped room.

“Hey guys.”

Everyone turns around and mumbles a hello. Joe Elliott, the band’s lead singer, saunters up and throws an arm around him.

“Hey, mate, glad you could make it. Just make yourself at ‘ome.” He said, patting his back.

“Thanks. Oh, hey! My friend is gonna stop by, if that’s alright. I really wanted ‘em here.”

Rick Savage, the bass player, looked up at Rick from under his curly brown hair and smiled. “Yeah, that’s fine. No problem.”

“Cool!” Rick exclaimed as he sat behind his drum kit.

The two guitar players, Steve and Pete, gave each other a look and laughed silently to themselves.

About 10 minutes after they began, they heard a door close followed by some footsteps. All five heads whipped the direction they heard the noise. A short, slightly chubby girl with long, curly black hair walked in cautiously. She was swearing an Aerosmith shirt and bell-bottoms, along with a pair of sneakers and a small denim bag. All the guys stood stunned at the sight.

“Emma!” Rick gasped as he ran over and hugged her.

“Hey, Rick. Sorry I’m late, I got held up at—oh.” She looked over Rick’s shoulder and realized everyone was staring at her, she started to blush profusely.

“Oh, right. Emma, let me introduce you to everyone. The tall one right there is Joe, the short one over there is Pete—Hey! —Sorry mate. That’s Rick, but we’re calling him Sav now to avoid confusion between us, and right here,” Rick clasped his hand on a man’s shoulder, who’s hair was a red-ish/blonde color.

“This is Steve, the other guitar player.” Steve slowly lifted his gaze up at Emma and gave her a shy smile.

“Hello.”

“Hi, um, it’s very nice to meet you,” After what seems like forever, she finally broke eye contact with Steve to look up at everyone else.

“All of you.” She said with a slight smile.

“Wow, are you American?” Sav questioned obviously intrigued, as were the rest of them.

“Uh, yes, I moved here a few years ago; don’t understand why the accent never left.” She chuckled nervously. All of them continued to stare as she made her way to a chair that sat in one of the corners of the room.

“Blimey, she’s a looker ain't she?” Pete whispered.

“Geez, Rick, you failed to mention that your “friend” ‘ere is hot.” Sav commented, glancing over his shoulder.

“Oh no, mate, she’s ain't that kind of “friend”. She’s me best friend, ever since she moved ‘ere.”

Pete, Sav, and Joe shared a look and said ‘dibs’ at the same time.

“Aw, c’mon mate, I saw ‘er first.” Pete whined.

“We should make a bet, ‘cos I want some of that.” Joe licked his lips hungrily as his eyes flickered up at Emma who was reading a magazine. She could feel someone’s heated gazed but refused to see who it was, she didn't want to embarrass herself.

“Chill out, guys. She’s still my best friend and I will kick your arse if you hurt her in any way.” Rick snarled.

Meanwhile, Steve had been quiet the entire time; he really didn’t feel like getting into an argument. All the guys wanted to do was shag her. Of course, Steve was thinking that too, but he wouldn’t announce it. Besides, she seems really interesting. I could get use to her company, he thought. A smile had plastered itself on his face without him realizing, until Joe said something.

“Huh?”

“I said, quit your daydreamin’ we’re back to practicing.” Joe huffed as he walked by.

The band went back to rehearsing and kept at it until about 10pm, when they called it quits. They all packed up what they could of their stuff and headed home.

“See ya tomorrow, mate?” Sav asked walking out with his bass.

“Ya, definitely.” Rick replied with a smile. He couldn't wait until the next day, these guys were good.

As Rick and Emma went one way, Joe, Sav and Pete went another, and Steve went walking on his own. Emma felt bad; she wished he could have walked with them. The three of them snickering when Pete turned around and hollered,

“Aye, Emma.”

Emma, who was clutching Rick’s jacket tightly to keep herself warm as the temperature went below freezing, turned around in surprise.

“Will we ‘ave the pleasure of your company tomorrow, as well?” He slurred. They had brought a couple beers with them to practice, no big deal, except Pete nearly drank them all. Emma looked at Rick was a questioning look, all he did was shrug.

“Um, sure. I mean, if you want me there.” She attempted to yell back.

“Damn right we want you there, as much as you can be, sexy!” Joe screamed back. Sav then whistled and Pete shouted in agreement. All Steve could do was shake his head and keep walking.

Emma blushed even more than she did earlier when she first met them. She covered her face and had Rick steer her home.

Once Rick dropped her off, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, just like every night, and told her to keep his jacket. She ran upstairs and plopped down on her bed, giggling uncontrollably. Meeting other guys was great! Rick was the only guy she knew around, so she never really talked to anyone else. They wanted to know if she was going back tomorrow and the tall one called her ‘sexy’. She stuffed her face in her pillow. They were all so hot, especially Steve. There was something about him… he was so quiet. She wanted to know what he was thinking about. Just then, her phone started ringing and her thoughts scattered. She answered the phone and laid back down on her bed.

“Thanks for interrupting my thoughts, Allen!” She said sarcastically, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

“ Whoa, sorry love.” A deep voice chuckled on the other end.

Emma sat up immediately and looked around, as if someone was playing a joke on her.

I need to work on the first chapter of TAY, since I'll be honest, I have no clue how to start it.

Actually, I might have to hold off on TAY until the summer. Not only because people seem to be more interested in SIAW, but because I'm not sure what to do with it yet. I need to map out a story-line, then I'll get to it.

Besides, I go back to school next week and it'll be pretty tough trying to maintain two stories at once with a ton of schoolwork.

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I'll leave TAY be for the next couple of months. I'm also in the middle of writing a one-shot.