Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

Chapter 17

Roger's POV;

Remember when we first started going out at night and our parents always used to say; 'Never leave your drink uncovered' or 'Never drink something if they haven't opened it in front of you.' Well, at least I know most parents did that. Mine doesn't count. I mean they do and don't. It's complicated. A hell lot complicated. But yes. Point is that I learned when I go out to be careful of what I drink. I mean I do not keep up with that many times but I try. A bit. In a way. Alright, fuck off. I don't try. It's just that I am not afraid of my drink getting spiked or something. I'm a grown-up man at the end of the day. But sometimes I feel guilty I don't stick to this advice because just like I don't some others don't too. Some others I care about. Some others I care about a good deal...

I was currently sitting on the big couch on Brian's house staring at the TV. It had a dull movie. I don't even know what it was about. I didn't really pay attention to it, my mind traveling elsewhere. Traveling outside of this house, this neighborhood. Traveling at the center of London. Where Amelie was probably somewhere with this douchebag. Fuck. First of all, Amelie was with that god-awful posh prick and not with me. Second, they were probably having a good time given that it was around 1 a.m. and third... Oh gods. I don't even want to think about Number Three of my List. Number three would be that they had gone to his place and- Oh gods! Oh gods no. 

Alright even though number three is a possibility I know it's probably not true because Amelie would never shag with someone on their first date. Never. She is not some cheap shag. And I hate to think that this awful guy would even think that she is. Also, I know that Amelie would never let this idea even go through his little stupid head. At this thought, a smile crept on my lips. Because it is true. And it kind of comforted me to be honest. She has so much self-respect and not only that but she also has respect for others. No matter who it is. That's a great quality for someone. And a quality not many people possess. 

When I was younger I never really put any thought into people. And, to be honest, I do not put any thought into many things. Brian often scolds me off about that. Since we first met. Says that this results in me doing irrational things, it does. I mean, he is not wrong but still. Alright, though he says I've matured. A bit. He always puts emphasis on the 'a bit'. Anyways. Here I was. Sitting with my thoughts racing inside my head. 

Brian was out with Crissie, and I assume they would sleep at her place after, if you know what I mean, Deaky had planned this special evening with Erin, Freddie was with Mary, who was better now almost recovered, and Amelie was with the doucebag. Geez, why is everyone in pairs? I mean I could too if I wanted to. But I had no intention of going out tonight. Much too out of the mood to do so. So I had stayed at Brian's, partly because I always do that. Like I stay at Brian's many times. I enjoy staying with someone else and having company, and partly because I was waiting for Amelie. Not in a creepy way. Just waiting for her.

I was almost asleep when the phone began to ring. Who could be at this freaking hour for real? I mean it could be Henry, because Amelie and he do that kind of weird and odd things like calling each other in the middle of the night. I don't think it could be Erin, much too occupied with Deaky she must have been, if you get me. It could be Freddie, but a bit impossible because if he wasn't occupied in the way John and Erin are he would have been taking his beauty sleep. And lastly it could be Brian checking in. That was the most reasonable. I shot up quickly stormed towards the phone and caught it just in time.

"Hello?" I called.

"Finally!" A familiar voice replied. I would have understood this voice everywhere. It was Amelie. At this moment a cheeky smile probably spread on my face, both cheeky and relieved. Though she sounded a bit odd. "Brisus?"