Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

Chapter 12

"Green. It matches your eyes." I said pointing at a green, cute dress Erin was holding. She looked beautiful in it. She looks beautiful in anything, to be honest. She scrunched up her face thinking about it and when she decided that it would look good she put it on and twirled around to give a panoramic view. "Exquisite, my dear."

"Thanks, love. Do you think John will like it?" She asked with a smile looking down at her dress as a blush crept on her cheeks. Oh, this lovestruck darling. 

"I think he will love it. Come on Erin, let's be honest, he would love it even if you went there dressed like a priest or something." I replied with a grin spreading on my features as she blushed harder with her smile only growing. Alright, but someone would have to be blind not to see how those two little, shy baggers were head over heels for each other. Naturally, I am not a fan of cheeky relationships and all, but I am a fan of this relationship. And as I was sitting there, thinking about relationships and stuff automatically went to Roger. Oh, Roger... This idiot. At least, I would see him tonight. At the thought of that, a weird feeling washed over me. I would see him tonight, playing. The last time I had seen him playing we ended up having a whole perfect of a night. Gosh, how I wanted this night to end up like that too. When I am with Roger, it's weird, but I feel like something just changes and there is no world. Just him and I doing our thing. Joking and laughing, feeling good. And right now I really could do with some Roger and his antics. 

"You know? I think you should wear that one." Erin snapped me out of my thoughts. As I was distracted she must have said that she would wear the dress and now it was the time. The time that came every single time I've gotten ready with Erin. Erin and I have completely different styles. And that is a problem when she tries to help me choose an outfit. She was currently holding a dark blue, cocktail, sleeveless satin dress with thin straps and a V-neck. I mean it was not bad. It was actually alright, to be honest. But still, if I would wear it, I would have to find shoes and a jacket to match it, and I did not want to do that. 

"No way I am wearing that." I replied. But then I thought, I should wear it. It would probably look excellent and it was a nice dress I didn't even remember I had. But then again. Who finds shoes and a jacket? I certainly don't. 

"C'mon, Ames! You know how perfect that will look on you?!" 

"Yes." Of course, I did. Perfect it would be.

"Go wear it. Right now. You literally have a fucking great body for not to wear this masterpiece." 

"I know."

"So what is the problem?!"

"I will have to find shoes and a jacket to match it. It will take time, energy, and resources that I am not willing to give." I replied casually getting up from where I was sitting on my bedroom floor going over some vinyls. One of my favorite activities, that is. Rearrange the vinyls and going through them. I could do it forever and I wouldn't get bored. I moved towards the wardrobe when Erin stepped in front of it. I looked at her with raised eyebrows waiting for her to move over so I could find something to wear. "Really? How old are you? Ten?"

"Wear the dress." 

"No."

"I will find shoes and a jacket! Just wear the damn thing!" She said desperately as I grinned widely. 

"Perfect, then." I replied grabbing the dress from where she had hung it. She grinned at her achievement as she opened the wardrobe and started roaming through it to find the perfect match. I put on the dress and turned to look at myself in the mirror. Yes. I looked damn great in this one. At that moment, Erin turned around holding two pairs of heels. She dropped them as she stared in awe.