A New Life (Roger Daltrey)

Chapter 2

"Darling, wake up." Someone cooed softly into my ear. I open my eyes and find beautiful blue eyes staring at me lovingly. The eyes belonged to none other than the Roger Daltrey of The Who. His blonde curls shone like a halo, as the sun peeked through the window.

"Are ya feeling a'right, love? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said with his thick British accent.

"I-I'm fine, I just need to use the bathroom." I say.

"A'right. Hurry back though, we still need to talk about what happened last night." He says contently.

What happened last night? I thought to myself as I walked to the bathroom.

I opened the door and walked in, then shut the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and was astonished at what I saw: my hair was longer and curlier, my eyes were bluer, my face was a bit clearer and I was a bit taller. I washed my face and went back into the bedroom.

"Um, Roger? May I ask what year it is?" I ask sitting down on the bed. He laughed, and said, "Darling, it's 1969." Woah! I'm in 1969. This is a really cool dream. Isn't this a dream? It has to be.

"Where are we right now, if I may ask?" I asked, wondering where the heck I was.

"Well, we're in our apartment in London. Darling, are you sure you're feeling a'right? You seem to be asking very odd questions." He said looking at me with worry evident on his face.

We own an apartment together? Wow best dream ever! I really hope we aren't married though, we don't need some piece of paper justifying our love for each other.

"Yes, love. I am feeling fine." I say, taking his hand in mine. "One last question: are we married? I hope not." I mumbled that last part in hopes that Roger didn't hear it. He looked at me with a sad expression on his face, so he must've heard me. Shoot.

"N-no, we're not married. Sweetheart, our 5 year anniversary was yesterday. Don't you remember?" He said. Oh my, I feel so bad now. He lowered his head down. "I attempted to propose to you but you were far too distracted talking to our bloke of a waiter at the restaurant last night."

I hung my head. Even though I have no recollection of this happening, I still feel ashamed of myself.

"Lena, why are you suddenly forgetting everything about us? And why don't you want to get married? Did I do something wrong, love?" He asked. Oh, he sounds so sad.

"Oh, sweetie, come here." I say embracing him in a hug. "You didn't do anything wrong, it's just me. I don't want to get married because I feel as though we don't need to."

"What happened to you?" He asked in my shoulder.

"I'm not sure." I couldn't tell him that I was really a 14 year old girl on the inside with major family drama. He'd think I was crazy.

He lifted his head and brought my face up to his. He stared at my lips and leaned into them.

He kissed me. Roger Daltrey kissed me. Unbelievable. And then he kissed me again. And again. And again. I broke away from his lips attacking mine for some air.

"Wow." was all I could say. Roger grinned at me.

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Roger and I had stayed home all day. Eating. Talking. Kissing. It's been such a wonderful day, I hope it never ends. I hope that I get to stay with Roger for a while, and not have to go back to my "home".

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okay there's chapter 2! I'm really sorry for the long delay. I actually forgot that I had this account. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'll have chapter 3 up tomorrow :)