BEHIND BLUE EYES - ROGER DALTREY

eight

13th july, 1968

I was currently on a walk round a park near our house with camera, snapping some shots just for fun. It was a beautiful day, the sky was blue with not a cloud in sight and the sun shone down beautifully on me. It was fairly hot today which put me in a good mood as I could wear my favourite blue denim shorts with a white cropped 'Rolling Stones' t shirt and my beloved black Rayban wayfarers. They were a present from Pete when he started earning quite a bit of money from touring and album sales as he knew they were expensive and I had wanted them for ages. You could say I was over the moon when I received them.

I had spoken to Pete since our argument the other night but only briefly as we both needed a couple days to cool off. Pete and I rarely got into arguments, even when we were younger. But when we do we both get angry and have to have some time apart to regain our thoughts. It only really lasts a few days then we're back to being best friends again after we'd talked it over. So it reminds me that I need to go and see him soon. 

I take a few more shots of the flowing river and the trees before walking back down into the estate on my way to Pete's house. Pete's house was fairly large compared to mine, because I'm a student and he is a rock star. I loved Pete's house, it was a big but he made it his own and you could see his personality all over it. Whether it be a band poster, records or just some art, it really looked cool.

I make my way up his steps and knock on his door. I waited for around a minute and still no answer. I knock again, louder this time, presuming he hadn't heard me. After about another twenty seconds, I see a figure coming to the door. Pete answers the door, only in his boxers and his hair was ruffled. I scoff at his appearance, "Have you just got out of bed? It's almost half twelve!" He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly. He was about to respond when a voice interrupted him, "Pete? Are you coming back up?" It was a female voice and I furrowed my eyebrows, not having heard about a possible girl which was odd as Pete always told me stuff.

"Who's that?" I ask him, confused. He pauses, as if he was unsure of what to say. Why is he acting so weird? "Look, Bella, it's not a great time. I'll come round to yours later, yeah?" I nod, taking a few steps back. "Yeah, sure. See you later then." He nods and shuts the door immediately. Well that was weird.

I make my way back home which didn't take long and as soon as I get in I make myself a sandwich because I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Rachael must've heard me come in as she came downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table. "Good walk?" I nod, "Yeah. But then I called at Pete's house and he was acting so weird." She raises her eyebrows, "Why?" I shrug, "I don't know but he came down only in his boxers, with his hair all scruffy and a girl was shouting him from upstairs." And then it hit me, "Oh my god, he's sleeping with someone!" Rachael didn't look too shocked. "Yeah, so? He is a rock star, he's bound to have a groupie round or something." I sigh, "Yeah but I'd just thought he tell me." I sit down at the table with my sandwich. "Maybe it's just a fling or nothing serious that he didn't feel the need to mention it." I shrug, "Probably."

I heard the door open and I turn around expecting to see Pete but I smile when I see Mick enter. "Hey honey." He leans down to kiss me which I gladly except. "How'd you get in?" I ask him, "The door was unlocked." Oops. "Oh right."

Mick and I go out to the garden, sitting on the bench swing that Rachael and I bought last year. Personally, I think it was a great investment. Mick brought me a bottle of coke much to my joy, Lets just say I'm a little addicted to Coca-Cola. "Have you had a good day?" He asks me, "Yeah, I went for a walk along the river, it's a nice day, isn't it?" He nods, "It's beautiful, like you." I blush, hitting his arm lightly, "Stop it, you're making me blush." 

"I think Pete's popping round later if you fancy staying for a bit?" I suggest and he nods, "Yeah sure, do you want me to go and get some beers?" I grin, "Oh yes please, I'll come with you." He nods, "Lets go baby." I grab my sunglasses from the table and shout to Rachael, "Rach, we're just going to get some beer!" She cheers, "Alright, see you soon!"

We make our way to the local corner shop and it was fairly busy as it was a sunny day. Everyone was buying things for barbecues and ice lollies and stuff. We bought a crate of Strongbow and a crate of lager, along with some ice lollies that I chucked in the basket. We payed for our things and began to walk back home. On route I noticed a familiar mop of blonde curly hair.

"Roger!" He turned around and he smiled when I realised it was me. "Hiya Annie. Alright Mick?" Mick nodded at him, smiling. "Where're you off to?" He asks us, "Just picked up some beer, Pete's coming round later on. You can come round if you like?" He nods, "Yeah, alright. I'll see you later." We bid him goodbye and carry on walking home. "He fancies you." Mick says out of the blue, causing me to laugh. "Doesn't everyone?" I joke, flipping my hair over my shoulder. He laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist, "He better not try anything on my girl." I laugh nervously, gently pushing Mick off me. "Come on, I'll race you home!" I begin running off down the street.

When we get back home, I walk into the living room to see Pete was already here, talking to Rachael and Will. He stands up when he sees me, "Hiya Bell." He embraces me in a tight hug which I welcome with open arms. "Wanna talk outside?" He nods, knowing we needed to discuss our argument. This is how we always settled arguments. Some time apart and then we'd talk about it. That's why our relationship is so healthy.

I let Mick know that I was talking to Pete outside and he nodded, going over to sit with Rachael and Will. We sit on the bench swing and Pete is the first one to speak, "Bella," He begins, "I just want to say I'm sorry for what I said. It wasn't in my right to say that but I was only looking out for you. You know how protective I am of you, you're my sister from another mister." I laugh out our childhood nickname, "Do you understand where I was coming from?" I nod, "Yes. I'm sorry for shouting. I was just upset that you were insulting Mick. You just need to accept that he's my boyfriend, whether you like him or not. Okay?" He nods, "Yes, I'm sorry again, Bella." I shake my head, "Don't be silly, it's in the past now." He grins, standing up and embracing me in a hug. 

"Anyway," I begin, "What was up with you this morning?" He laughs, remembering our encounter this morning. "Basically, do you remember Patricia Johnson from school?" I gasp, "Yes?" He lets out another laugh, "Well, she was one of the groupies on tour and we ended up linking up again last night." I burst out laughing, a few tears leaving my eye. "No way! I can't believe you didn't tell me that Patricia Johnson was one of your groupies!" He laughs with me, "I know, I should've done. But I forgot since it was on tour. It was only last night we met up again." I snort from laughing too much and a voice startles me, "What're you two laughing at?" It was Roger. Pete looks towards him, "Patricia Johnson." Roger looks confused, "Is she-?" Pete chuckles, interrupting him, "Yes." 

After our laughing fit, we make our way inside to the kitchen. "Do you want a beer, Rog?" He nods, "Yes please, love." I open a bottle of lager, handing it to him. "Thank you." I smile before sitting next to Mick on the sofa. "You okay, babe?" He asks me, kissing my cheek, though I notice he is staring intensely at Roger. "What's up, Mick?" He looks at me, "What?" I chuckle, "If you stare at Roger any longer, he may turn to stone." He scoffs, "He just keeps looking over at you." I roll my eyes, "Drop it, Mick."

It was around 8pm when Mick whispers in my ear, "I've got to go, babe, I'm having dinner at my parents' house." I nod, "Okay, I'll walk you out." He smiles, getting up. "See you later everyone." Everybody waves Mick goodbye and I walk him to the front step. We stand and talk for a few minutes before I hear voices behind me. "Bella!" It was Pete and Roger. "We're going to meet John and Keith in the pub, you coming?" I consider it before agreeing, I don't really fancy third wheeling Rachael and Will. "Yeah sure, I'll meet you there." They nod, walking down the street. "See you later, Mick."

When I look back at Mick he looks a bit annoyed. "What's up?" I ask him, "I just don't really feel comfortable with you going to the pub with them lot." I laugh, "What are you talking about? They are my friends." He bites his lip, "I know, but that Roger clearly likes you and probably the same with John." I roll my eyes, "That is not true, stop being so paranoid! Don't you trust me?" He nods, "Of course I do, I just don't trust them." I laugh, "You don't. Because if you did, you would let me go without hesitation." He sighs, "Just come and have dinner with me and my parents." I nod, sighing in defeat, "Alright, I'll go and get my jacket."