That night, Stevie was full from her dinner and couldn't sleep. She was tossing and turning for what felt like forever when she decided to get up and look at some old photo albums she had hiding away. In it, there were a million pictures of Stevie and Lindsey when they were younger, before they were Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. When they were just Stevie and Lindsey, the young couple who were in a band together. One photo in particular caught her eye. Lindsey was proudly standing in front of a blue Toyota Corolla parked outside their old apartment building.

Stevie closed her eyes and thought back to that time.

Early 1970s...

"No Lindsey, I've had enough! I'm sick and tired of working all day to just come home to you smoking dope on the floor! You never cook, God forbid you clean, and all your shit is just everywhere! You really are Mr. Useless!"

"Steph, I'm not just sitting around at home being 'Mr. Useless,' I'm actually making our album. Making something that will get us outta this shit hole! Maybe sometimes I feel like I need a break, too. You're not the only one doing anything around here!"

"I can't be here right now."

Stevie tripped on one of Lindsey's stack of records sitting on the floor as she stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door. She rushed down the stairs and into the Corolla parked out front. In a huff, she threw it in reverse and when she pressed the gas, nothing happened.

"Hm, that's weird" she thought to herself.

She took the key out of the ignition and back in again, hoping this would solve her problem. Once again as she tried to back up and leave, nothing happened. Curious, she decided to try putting the car in drive to see what would happen, carefully though as to not bump the car in front. She ever so gently pressed the gas and the car moved a few inches forward.

"You've got to be kidding me" Stevie said as she rolled her eyes and slammed the steering wheel with her palm.

She raced back up the stairs and jerked the door to the apartment open.

"Come back to yell at me more and call me Mr. Useless again?" Lindsey said as he was cleaning up the pile of records Stevie accidentally knocked over in her way out of the apartment.

"The car won't go in reverse"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Like it won't go backwards. Only forwards."

"Hmm, that's weird. Let's go check it out."

The couple went back out to the car, and again, the car wouldn't go backwards.

Lindsey looked over at Stevie who began to cry out of frustration.

"Well what are we gonna do, Linds? It's not like we can pay to fix this? Daddy's bus passes can only get us so far!"

Lindsey grabbed her face in his hands and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Well, I guess we'll only park where we can pull forward." Lindsey joked, and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Present day...

"Hey, wake up." Stevie whispered as she poked Lindsey's sleeping stomach falling and rising with each sound breath he took.

"Wh....what? Is something wrong?" he replied, only half awake.

"I'm sorry for calling you Mr. Useless" Stevie whispered to him as she snuggled into his side.

Lindsey chuckled and pulled her in tighter as the couple dozed off for the remaining hours of the night.