A New Life (Roger Daltrey)

Chapter 5

Author's Note: This chapter will be in third person. Enjoy!

The taxi cab pulled into the driveway of a warm-looking cottage. Roger noticed that Lena had fallen asleep, and managed to carry her inside their little place and sit her on the couch, then go back out to pay to the driver. He went back inside and found that Lena had moved herself to their bedroom. He went to their bedroom. He took Lena's shoes off, then put a nearby blanket on her. What shall I do now, Roger thought to himself. Nothing came to mind.

He would spend the next thirty minutes wandering around the cottage, making minor adjustments to little things here and there. He decided that he'd had enough of this boredom and went out to the nearby market, to fetch some things for dinner. It was a surprisingly warm November afternoon. He left a note for Lena just in case she woke up to nobody home.

The note reads, "I've gone out to the market. Will be back as soon as I can. Love, Rog."

Just when he finished writing the note, the phone rang. He picked it up and instantly recognized the voice on the other end. "Hey...You wanna meet for tea?..Sounds great...See you then." He hung the phone up, then left his small abode.

A few minutes after Roger had left, Lena woke up. She scratched her head, as she walked into the bathroom sleepily. She brushed her teeth and washed her face. "Rog?" She called out. No answer. "Roger? Are you here?" Still no answer. A little panic grew in her. Had she finally woken up from what seemed like the perfect life? She walked into the little space that was the kitchen, and found the note that Roger had left. She breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.

She looked in the refrigerator for something to eat, and stumbled upon some wine. She reached for it, then paused, remembering her drunken behavior. Roger's not here, so he won't see me drunk, she thought to herself. Yes, but he could be back at any moment, her conscience noted. Lena thought about it for a while, then shrugged and grabbed the wine. She took a glass from the cabinet, and began pouring the wine into it.

This is going to be fun.

Roger had just left the market. He walked to a large, pink house, made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened. A beautiful, black-haired woman opened the door. Roger smiled at the sight of her. She led him to her living room, and left him there, returning back to her kitchen. He sat in a comfortable chair, awaiting his tea. The room he was in was decorated in floral...everything. The wallpaper, drapes, even the rugs had pink tints to them to match the tone of everything. A woman came from the kitchen, with a black kettle in hand. "I'm so glad we can sit and talk today. It's been so long..." Her voice trailed off. "Yes, Sophia, it has."

It was now 5 p.m. and Lena was drunk off her ass. "Y'know Mr. Bottle, my Roggie's been gone for so long, I might just dump him and make you my boyfriend instead." Her words were a slurred mess. She cradled the bottle close to her, and stroked her fingers down it, like it had hair. The front door opened and closed, and Roger was back. "Lena, darling, I'm back. I've got groceries." She burped loudly from the bedroom. Roger put the groceries down in the kitchen and went to the bedroom. He saw Lena's drunken self, sprawled out on the bed, holding a bottle of wine. "Lena...I thought we could make dinner together, but seeing as you're drunk and not fit to do anything in the kitchen, I guess we'll have to tomorrow." Rog said in a disappointed tone. Lena took another swig of her wine and shook her head.

"Nonsense," She hiccuped. "We'll cook tonight, my love." She got up from the bed a little too quickly and became dizzy, then sauntered over to Roger, kissing his cheek. "Maybe we could go for dessert, too, while we're at it," She winked at him. "Or better yet, let's have dessert right now." She had lust in her eyes. She felt her way down to Roger's pants and began unbuttoning them. She began to get down on her knees, but was stopped by Roger. "I can't let you do this. Not while you're drunk, Lee." She frowned and crossed her arms. "Oh Roggie, you're no fun!" She exclaimed, as if she were five years old. "And you're not my love when you are drunk." He whispered to himself, very quietly, and Lena hadn't heard him. Instead, she was stomping her feet and shouting, "Roggie's no fun!". He sighed tiredly and left her in there. He gave up his plan of cooking dinner and ordered a pizza.

After an hour or so, the pizza arrived. "Thanks mate." Rog said, groggily and paid the man.

He went to the bedroom to see if Lena wanted any pizza, but found that she was sound asleep. He walked over to her and brushed some hair out of her face. His eyes were fixed on her. The slow and calm rise and fall of her dormant body, her tired eyes were shut (and were hopefully seeing nice things), her long eyelashes resting on her face made her look so at peace. "I love you." was whispered into her ear and a kiss was placed on her forehead. With that, Roger left his sleeping beauty to go fill his stomach.

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Chapter 5 is complete. I'm sorry if you thought this was boring, I tried to make it as lengthy as possible. If anybody has any suggestions, please don't be afraid to message me or leave them in the comments. Thanks for reading, and I hope to have the next chapter up by the weekend.