Too Much Love Will Kill You

Chapter 4

Roger's P. O. V

My head feels a little bit heavy as I try to get up from the floor – where I accidently slept on last night. The sunlight is breaking through the curtains, and, honestly, it isn't helping me with my slight hangover at all.

"I swear to God, I'm not drinking anymore!" I think to myself though I know I'm going to break that promise as soon as I get a chance to. And hell, do I get chances to do it! My first impulse right after waking up is going to the bathroom, mainly after having drinking a few beers before bed. I go walking through the corridor that leads to the main bathroom, but I stop myself as I hear the noise of clinking pots and pans. The sound comes from the kitchen. As I make myself closer to the room, my nostrils are met by a delicious sweet scent. Who could be cooking? I look at the clock hung in the wall and it shows 9 a.m. Okay, Debbie is not home – and even if she were, she wouldn't be preparing breakfast on a Monday morning – as far as I know, I am alone. Did I bring anyone over last night? No, I stayed home all day. I was a really good boy and drank just a few beers at home – momma would be proud of me – I'm not even drunk! My head is probably aching due to the lack of food – hell, yes! The flipping sounds my stomach is making endorse that.

I quickly get to the threshold of the kitchen entrance – the smell of good food becoming almost unbearable – and I see a lanky man from his back working with pots and pans of all kinds. "Oh, how stupid! Of course, Brian stayed here the night before!" I reprimand myself for forgetting my friend has come over.

"Brian? What are you doing, man?" My voice comes out raspy as hell. "You didn't have to bother cooking. We could have gone to the bakery down the street or I could have demanded delivery service..." Brian turns around to face me, and the figure I was met with almost made me lose balance and I stop whatever I was saying. The man had his hair tied up in a pony tail – for sanitary purposes, I think – and an apron on – Debbie's flowery patterned one. I couldn't say that with certainty now, but my mouth may be into an "O" shape. It may sound creepy, but that made me uncomfortable. I didn't feel like that when I saw him dressed in drag neither when he got only on his underwear in the dressing room. Something about his looks right here and now makes me feel extremely turned on...

That's bullshit! Brian is my best friend. He doesn't turn me on! Debbie'd better treat me a little bit better. I'm seeing things where they do not exist!

"Hey, no problem! I did it because I wanted to!" He assures me with a radiant smile. "And plus, it was no work. I've only made some apple pancakes, tea and an orange juice. It's practically ready, I only need to put it on the island counter... Would you like to help?" He looks at me with expecting eyes, but I haven't come back to reality yet. All I could focus on was the way Brian looked. It was disconcerting.

"Roger...?" Brian cocks an eyebrow at me for my suddenly questionable actions. "Will you help me?"

"Sure! Where is that stuff? Man, does it smell good!" I ask, snapping out of my trance.

"Haha, thanks! It is on the stove. Take it carefully to the counter island. I'll get the tea and the juice." I did as he said. All the needed silverware was on the counter island, so I only set the food there. Brain came with the drinks right after, and we took seats.

"Nice outfit." I say, pointing at him.

"Outfit?" He doesn't get what I mean at first, but then he laughs. "Oh, this! Lord, I forgot to get this off! I must be looking ridiculous!" I wouldn't say that...

The guitarist got up in a blink of an eye, trying to take the apron off – he struggled for some seconds with its straps until he ran out of patience. "Hey, do you mind helping me out? I really want this off!" Brian asked for my help very casually, and I instantly got up to help him.