Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

CHAPTER 7

Amelie's POV

"What about that one?" Brian's voice echoed as he appeared in the living room. I was sitting on the armchair smoking a cigarette helping Brian to pick out an outfit. He had been trying outfits for the past one hour without being able to decide which one he should wear. He usually is able to find his own clothes but today he needed my help, which kind of made me confused. He was currently standing before me, in a pose wearing a white button-up oxford shirt and black trousers.

"What is changed from the previous one?" I asked not seeing the difference. For real! The previous outfit he had put on was the exact same thing as what I was watching right now. Brian scrunched up his face offended.

"This one is white. The previous one was cream. It has a difference, Amy." He answered fixing his shirt. I laughed at his comment as he stood there staring at me. "So what? Am I wearing that one?"

"No, no, no, no," I said laughing. "That my darling is not a fit to wear on a Friday night. You can wear it on Sunday at church."

"Really? Is it that bad? I thought it looks good." He said looking down at himself trying to figure out what is wrong with the outfit.

"Yea maybe when you'll be forty-five or so it will look very charming. But right now, my dear, it absolutely not the thing to wear. Why don't you put on your Jimmy Hendrix shirt? I like that. It's pretty." I requested. He thought for a bit and then shook his head.

"No, I want to dress nicely." He said sitting at the back of the couch.

"Why? What is wrong with Jimmy Hendrix?" I asked slightly offended. Even though David Bowie is my favorite, I enjoy Jimmy Hendrix too.

"Nothing is wrong with him. I just want to dress nicely. It's um... It's a somewhat special occasion." He said, the last sentence nothing more than a mumble. My eyes lit up at his sentence as he blushed slightly. A wide grin crept on my face.

"Oh... I see..."

"No. Nope. Don't start."

"I see what we've got here."

"Amelie don't you-"

"Harold has a date tonight." I said as my grin only widened.

"Am-"

"Harold has a date tonight with a girl he wants to impress."

"I swear t-"

"Hazza Harry Harold has a date tonight with a girl he wants to impress with his silly button-up shirt."

"Will y-"

"Hazza Harry Harold Brisus has a date tonight with a girl he wants to impress with his silly button-up shirt and he can't decide what to wear."

"And you don't help me at all."

"HAZZA HARRY HAROLD BRISUS! Do you really think she will be impressed by this?" I asked gesturing to his outfit with a face of mocking disgust.

"Ame-"

"No, you know what? I will dress like that too. Maybe earn myself a date or two. So hot that outfit is. So hot! How did you even think of that Hazza?!" I asked as I stood up and started walking in circles around him. I started laughing at his expression and he quickly grabbed a pillow tossing it at me.

"It's not a date! We've-"

"OHOOO YOU ARE ALREADY TOGETHER? YOU LITTLE SNEAKY BASTARD!" I said enthusiastically as I jumped on the couch tossing pillow after pillow to Brian.

"We are-" The moment he tried to finish his sentence but he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Sneaky Hazza I would have roasted him if it wasn't for the doorbell. Whoever was ringing has certainly a talent to come to the wrongest of times. I sat down at the window frame as Brian walked in talking with someone else. Moments later there was with his golden locks and bright blue eyes; Roger Taylor. He was wearing some really nice clothes. A black tight pair of leather trousers, a white button-up shirt that it was fully untucked revealing his chest that was decorated with a silver thin chain. And let me tell you, it is quite the sight to see. His hair was looking as if he had at least tried to comb it. At the top of the outfit, he was wearing a red leather jacket that was bringing his eyes out.