The Killers - Part 2

chapter 4

Kyrie POV

“sorry its nothing too fancy, we only have pasta and tuna by the looks of things... horrid stuff”

He said in the cupboard, various things from within thrown over the kitchen, creating a huge mess. It was funny just to watch him searching for food and not finding anything he liked.

“its alright, im not that hungry anyway”

I told him, his head collided with one of the shelves whilst trying to get out. I couldn’t help laughing; it was funny, seeing him curse at a piece of wood and clasp onto the top of his head.

He glared at me, his lip pouting and his eyes glaring me, the sparkled like crystal clear water on a sunny day with the reflection coming from the light, it was blinding.

“aww... did Roggie hurt his head”

I said, before giving up, leaning my head against the bench and ending up in a fit of laughter, it was just really, really funny.

I looked up and he was looking at his reflection in the microwave, was he.... no, he wouldn’t be. Was he actually fixing up his hair as if he were an over obsessive girl about it, no..., Never.

“what are you doing”

He asked as i tried to creep up behind him, well that failed, i am no ninja, its official, i suck at trying i don’t even know why i attempt.

I grabbed a piece of his hair, his hand flexed up as if to hit my hand away, but slowly went down to his side, thinking better of his actions. His hair, i couldn’t believe how soft it actually was, i had died. Yep, definetly, i couldn’t believe i was standing before roger taylor, with my fingers in his sandy blonde hair.

“let’s go for a walk then to the pier then.”

He said, taking my fingers carefully out of his hair, patting it down and fixing it how he wanted it to, it was so soft, obviously he loved his hair more than anything.

He grabbed my hand, tip toeing around the various products of food he had thrown out of the cupboard, picking up a set of keys on the bench and was ran out the door, locking it behind us.

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“your eyes are stunning in the moonlight”

He said staring into my eyes as we walked. really, they are horrible, a disgusting grey green, nothing really special about them. He had hold of my hand, swaying it back and forth as we walked beside the water, it did kinda creep me out, i was uncomfortably close to the water.

“how about we play a game?”

I suddenly said, excitement taking over me, i wasn’t one for long slow walks besides, i know nothing really about him, yeah he is a drummer, with sandy blonde hair and drop dead gorgeous eyes and a beautiful high pitched voice when he sings and a spectacular voice when he just talks, it could cause a sheer heart attack for sure.

“a game? What type of game?”

He said spinning me around, i looked across at the water, too close, i fell onto him, knocking the two of us over in the process. He just laughed, laying there with me on top, i rolled over and laid beside him, staring up at the star littered sky before getting up off the cold cement.

“yes a game.... i tell you everything about my life between here and umm, that statue over there, you see it... and then you tell me about yours”

I demanded as he got up, i offered my hand but he didn’t take it, he was still laughing, i don’t think he had a clue in what he was agreeing to but he was going to do it anyways.