Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

Chapter 19

Amelie's POV;

"I wish I was a gay poet in nineteenth century." Henry announced. We had just finished our Monday classes and we were ready to finally head home. The last class of the day was Classic Poetry and Henry was convinced that if he was a gay poet of this era he would work miracles. I mean that was partly true but god knows that if Henry lived at that era the whole freaking history would have changed.

"Me too. I guess it would be so freaking fantastic to just roast people through your poems and then act like nothing is happening." I agreed. Which was also true. Of course then you would live with the fear of getting hang on the local square but who cares? A good roasting of some annoying person would be worth it.

"Yea. They would probably hang us on the square." Henry said with a wide grin as though he was suggesting it. I laughed and shoved him as he started laughing and pretended to be suffocating. As we continued walking through the hallways I noticed a shillouetto just getting out of the Lecture Hall taking vividly with someone else. With a bit of effort I understood who that was and cursed internally. God damn it all I ask is a freaking day to go by normally. But, of course that is too much to ask. Truth is that I hadn't put much thought into Christopher since our date on Saturday. And, since we are telling truths, I didn't very much want to put any thought into that.

I mean on the one hand it wasn't his fault that I decided to have a cocktail of drinks but on the other, it was partly his because he didn't try to stop me either. And I was a bit concerned about that. I mean I am sure he didn't have bad intentions or anything, he is much too innocent for that, but I am also sure that he should have stopped me from drinking especially when he wasn't drinking himself.

And then. There was Roger. Gods I felt so grateful for him on Saturday that I could have just push any pullbacks I have and let him into my life. How freaking bad I want that... Also I felt really embarrassed because I had called him in the middle of the ruddy night and then he took care of me while I was drunk. He is just so pure... I mean I am a bit confused about that because he didn't seem to be annoyed or anything but he seemed rather concerned and caring. And that was when I noticed one more main difference between Roger and Christopher. Roger was concerned to hell while Christopher was laughing along with me. Maybe it's just me being stupid but I think that this is a fact.

"Oh ferfucksake. I am gonna plant drugs to his office too if he continues popping up everywhere I go." Henry groaned as he rolled his eyes, bringing me back out of the abyss of my thoughts.

"Yea, very nice plan. Tell the cops you look like shit in photos for when they'll be taking your mugshots." I commented as I grinned devilishly at the way Henry had reacted. Though internally I was considering planting drugs on his office too. I had no intention of talking to him today. Not without having thought of it a bit myself. But then again, how could I think of that when Roger and his freaking blue seas of eyes are always inside my head?

At that moment the other man Christopher was talking with left and Christopher turned to our direction. A smile formed on his lips at once as he waved at us. I waved back as Henry didn't even make an effort of being polite.

"Ugh, I can't stand him!" Henry groaned quietly as he smacked his head with the book he was holding. I smirked at his reaction.

"You can go. Wait in the car till I escape." I said making Henry to open his one eye and poke at me.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. Unless you want to go put the drugs on his office as I will be holding him off."

"Well. That is a good plan. I need to find some cannabis. Surely someone has some."

"Probably."