Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

Paranoid

Amelie's POV;

"I swear I am going to actually murder him! He is annoying! And a know-it-all. He certainly had no friends in school." Henry was venting as we walked towards the Uni from the parking lot. In case you didn't notice, Henry was talking about no one else than Christopher. He had yet to accept the fact that he was staying opposite him. Today's ranting was about how Christopher had parked his car at his place – accidentally of course – but Henry was convinced he had done it on purpose.

It was Monday morning, and just like every Monday morning we were about to attend our morning classes. There had been two days since the 'Roger Incident' as I had come to name it. The thing is, that I have accepted how stupid I am myself and I am ready to move past it and be the good friends I had been with Roge- Fuck. That's hypocritical. I am not ready to move past it, I am fucking stupid – that's the only truth out of what I had previously said – I am fucking pretentious and I despise the idea of being only friends with Roger, I am practically mocking my brother, I have made all of his friends lie to him or at least hide the truth from him and I am full of motherfucking hormones because of the stupid pill! And why did I take the pill? BECAUSE I AM FUCKING STUPID –again. And lastly. I miss Roger.

So yes. As I've probably said before. Mondays are not the best.

"Henry." I stopped on my tracks making him turn around and look at me. An evil grin spread on my features as an idea crossed my mind. "I think you might have a tiny bit crush on him."

"What- Me?!" Henry scrunched up his face in disgust at my comment. "Ew. First of all, ew. Second, ew. And third, ew."

"Very enriched vocabulary, Joel will be proud." I said sarcastically as we continued our walking. Henry scoffed and hurried after me with wide struts.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked as he caught up with me, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. Fuck. Well... I haven't exactly tell him. And I feel terrible about it, I meant to tell him but then he started ranting about the Christopher problem and I didn't. Also he couldn't quite make it out from the hickeys since they were neatly covered by a turtleneck, baggy sweater.

"What? Nothing is the matter with me. Why would you say that?" I replied furrowing my eyebrows at him. Honestly, nothing was off, just the whole thing that had happened the last days but I was overall fine. I'll blame it to the stupid pill.

"Yea sure. I've known you for years miss girl. Do you really think you can hide?" He continued once we had reached the campus. I mean, yes, if someone knew me better than I even know myself that would definitely be Henry.

"I can try." I replied with a sly grin making him roll his eyes with a slight smile himself as he stopped his investigation. I mean he would go on with it later but at the moment he had stopped. Not because I had said so but because we were soon met with a small crowd of people, in front of our building.

We turned and exchanged a glance as we blended with the crowd. Everyone was chatting with the person next to them, apparent expressions of dismay on their faces. We couldn't exactly see what was going on or what was it that had caused the disapproving expressions on the professors's and students's faces. That was only when I realized we had come to be standing next to Christopher.

He looked good today, I couldn't exactly deny that. He is giving away a very poshy air to be honest but it suits him. Like, couldn't imagine him in a different way. It's just as though this style had specifically been invented for him.

"Good morning, Amelia." He smiled at me, his amber eyes lighting up.

"Hello." I greeted back mastering a smile, too. He is such a nice person damn it. I mean I like his vibe a lot. He is intelligent and polite, even funny at times. But he isn't that bit of rebellious... Or goofy... Or a bit of an impulsive git... Or a bit of a cute tosser really... Damn it, Roger! Truth is, Christopher and Roger are polar opposites.