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I sat on my bed, staring at the book that laid in front of me. It would be untruthful of me to say I was reading, because I wasn't. I'm quite positive I've re-read the same sentence twenty times in the past hour, and still I can't comprehend it.

Why? You might ask. 

Cause other things were on my mind. The main one being the singer of my father's band. I couldn't help it, something about him just attracted me. 

His humor? Scratchy voice? Looks? Probably a mixture of it all. 

And worst of all, I would being seeing the man that was occupying my mind very soon. Just the thought of being in the same room as him caused my stomach to knot.

Why can't dad just leave me at home today? I sighed, he knows how bored I get when I go with him to record. Hell, he doesn't even let me mess with his guitars.

Bringing me out of my thoughts was a small knock at my door.

"Yes?" I called out, though I knew it was my father telling me it was time to go.

"I'm leaving," his voice came from the other side of the wall. "Are you ready?"

"Be there in a second," was my reply before hopping off the bed.

Throwing on a random pair of shoes, I fled the room and out the front door. To where my father was already waiting in the new Porsche he bought.

"Took you long enough," he looked at me through his thick black hair.

"I still don't understand why I have to go to the studios with you today? It's not like you don't leave me home alone a lot already," I gave him a side glance while he pulled out onto the main road.

"You need to get out more," dad started, "plus the rest of the band hasn't seen you in awhile, nor have you seen them."

"Not true, I saw Brad last week," I shot back.

"Catching a glimpse at him on your journey to the kitchen doesn't count," he huffed.

I rolled my eyes in response.

We came to a red light right outside of the recording studio.

"You haven't even thanked Joey for getting you the Pontiac last year," I could hear the annoyance dripping from his voice.

"Yeah, yeah got it. Talk to Brad, and thank Joey for the car. What's next, ask Tom for bass lessons and Steven for fashion advice?" I huffed.

Dad just shook his head while parking.

I could feel the anxiety start to bubble with in me, I really didn't want to see him. It scared me that someone was going to catch onto how I felt around him.

Pushing the nerves aside, I jumped out of the car and made my way to the studio door. 

My gaze traveled over my reflection in the window, a sigh of relief escaping me, at least I don't look like I just woke up.

My father opened the door for me before walking down the halls of the building, with me slowly trailing behind.

Dad walked into a big room that had a few male voices coming from it. Following him into the space, I saw all the instruments strewn across the floor with the band lounging on the couches and chairs that were carelessly placed about in the area.

I could feel all of their attention shift to me when I entered. 

"Well, look who it is? Joe Perry's hermit of a daughter,"  Brad spoke from where he was on the couch.

The other's laughed at his comment.

"We all thought you became a recluse, honey," the owner of the voiced caused a blush to form on my cheeks.

I looked up from where my stare rested on the floor to meet Stevens gaze. Instantly, I shifted my concentration to something else, which happened to be my father, who was giving me a weird look. 

"I might as well be one, it'd be easier than constantly having people ask if I really knew Aerosmith," I chuckled, wishing there was a way to stop the embarrassment I felt at the moment.

I got a few laughs from the band before they started to talk about the songs they were going to record.

One by one, the band started filing out of the room. Usually whenever I came to one of these, they'd all leave me alone in the lounge room to sit and do nothing for a few hours. That would probably be another reason I didn't like coming to recording sessions.

"Penny for your thoughts," a voice said from the doorway. 

Looking up, my eyes widened. In front of me, in all of his glory, stood the one and only Steven Tyler.

How did I not notice he was still here? Wait? Why is he still here.

"I finished recording the vocals this morning before everyone else showed. Figured I'd do that and keep you company when Joe said he was bringin' ya," Steven explained, seemingly reading my mind.

"Oh," was all I could muster to say. 

He made his way over to the chair across from where I rested on the floor. Sitting down, he watched me, not even bothering to hide his stare. Surveying me.

A few minutes went by with no sound, the only thing happening was the singer's observation of me.

Finally bringing the courage to peer up at him, we made eye contact. As quickly as I looked up, I looked away. 

From the corner of my eyes, I could see a smirk twist it's way onto the older mans lips.

"You know what, sweetheart? I've known your father since we were teenagers, and never would I of guessed he would have such a beautiful daughter," Steven's sly smile never wavered. His voice coming out smooth and planned.

My face turned a light shade of red, only causing his grin to widen. He just said that to see my reaction, I thought, testing me.

"T-thanks," I manged to stutter out, not really sure how to respond.

"No need to be nervous," he purred, "I don't bite."

He sent me a wink, causing my heart to skip a few beats.

I closed my eyes and started to fiddle my thumbs, a habit I did when I felt anxious. 

"You wanna know something?" I felt hot breath next to my ear. 

My eyes snapped open to see that the demon of screaming has made his way next to where I sat. 

I shook my head 'no' in response, not overly sure if I really wanted to hear what he was about to say.

"You're quite terrible at hiding the fact you like me," Steven's arm crossed over me, effectively pinning me to the couch behind me.

Mouth agape, I gazed up at him. 

"Wanna hear somethin' else?" He asked, a mischievous look danced around in his hazel eyes.

"What?" I breather out.

"For you being my band mates daughter," he paused, leaning in a bit closer, "I like you a lot as well."

Not even taking a second to think, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in to kiss.

Ending all to quickly, he pulled away to breathe, smirking at my actions.

"What am I suppose to tell my father?" I questioned. I mentally face-palmed, if that didn't ruin the moment, I don't know what will.

But Steven seemed unfazed. A sly grin still playing at his lips as he moved his knees to either side of my outstretched legs.

"I'm not sure, we'll figure something out baby," he leaned back down, placing another kiss, a needy one at that, on my lips.

"Worse comes to worse, he'll try to kill me," Stevens joke would of been funny if it wasn't for the throat that was cleared in the door way. Causing his eyes to stretch wide, like a dear in headlights.

Both our gazes shot to the band that stood, gaping at us. 

"You're damn right I will," my father growled.

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A/n

Okay, how was that? Giving how much I love Aerosmith (I had their album playing while writing this, ironically), this was extremely fun to write! Hopefully it was enjoyable? 
Also I haven't proof read this yet, so early apologies for any grammatical mistakes or words repeated way to many times. Feel free to point them out.