Break the Man

Chapter 6 (part one)

June , 1982
Roland POV

"What if I ruin our holiday because I get depressed or something?"

"You're not." Curt said, plainly.

"What if I have a flashback from being back here?"

"Again, you're not." Curt replied.

"Okay but what if-"

"Oh my gosh, Roland!" Curt finally interjected.

"Listen to me. We're going to have a great time. We're going to just enjoy the time we have together. And if you end up having a moment where the past comes to bother you I'll be right here with you. Plus it's not like you're going to be seeing Amelia or anything... And if by some random chance we do I'll just fight her off or something, I don't know!"

His response made me smile and laugh. I turned to look at him, seeing his hands gripping the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. He turned to look at me for a brief second.

"...Do you trust me?" He asked me.

"I mean, yeah, of course." I replied.

"Okay, well, forget about the past for a few nights and let me help you. I promise if you just let go we'll have a great time." he stated.

I turned my head from looking out the window to looking back at him. He was right, and I'd be lying if I said he wasn't. I shook my head and smiled lightly. I knew that we were going to have an amazing time, there was no doubt about it. Just the fact that he planned this whole thing for us was amazing.

"I promise I'll do that." I said, smiling softly. "Also, I think we're almost there."

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"I think that's everything!" Curt said, closing the trunk of his car.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure we've gotten everything into the house." I noted, while looking around at our bags near the door of the living room.

"Now come on, I wanna see what I got for us!" Curt exclaimed, walking up to me and grabbing my shoulders. He pulled me into the house and shut the door behind him, smiling. That bright smile that I always think about when I think of him. He was so excited and I absolutely loved that. We walked around the sitting room, checking out the TV, the nice furniture and the wonderful views of the ocean from the windows. Everything about this place was absolutely delightful, and it made my heart so happy that Curt would do something like this for us. The more we get into our music and our careers, the less time we have to ourselves. So I really can't imagine how much time Curt put into planning this holiday for us. He's so thoughtful it makes me sick.

"There's two bedrooms, which one do you want??" Curt questioned. I thought for a moment and lightly shook my head.

"We're sleeping in separate bedrooms?" I asked, nervously. I thought that we were going to share a room, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

"No we're not, I was just testing you." Curt said, smirking at me. I laughed and shook my head and paced over to him.

"You know I really hate you sometimes!" I exclaimed, putting my hands on his shoulders and smirking back at him.

"Oh really?" He replied, putting his hands on my shoulders in return. "Cause there have been so many other times that prove otherwise." His snarky smile pierced into me.

"Like right now?" I asked, smiling sweetly at him.

"Yeah, exactly." He grinned and leaned in to kiss me, both of us smiling into it. I felt him take a step back as he pulled me down onto the couch that was behind us. I pulled apart from him and laughed as he looked up at me. He reached his hands up behind my head and dove his fingers into my hair as he went to kiss me again. He ran his other hand down my neck, and toward my back as he began to rub small circles over my spine with his finger. I took a deep breath in, and out through my nose as I pulled apart from him and rested my forehead on his. We were so used to always having to hide our feelings for each other, so getting a moment like this it's just inevitable that all of those feelings explode. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me.