Dragon Slayer Rock

I can't help...

Sting dropped his pencil to the stage and stared at the paper. He finished his song, but he was ready to sing it, not to his friends at least. Sting grabbed his guitar then walked outside. His music was in his satchel, guitar around his back, and he was stiff. Sting reached the building then sucked in a breath. He looked at the lady with pale red hair, "I'm here to see Rogue Cheney." The lady nodded. Sting opened the door of Rogue's. Rogue was reading a book with a pen in his mouth. Sting recognized the book, Alexander Hamilton.

"I loved Hamilton, I read it when I was getting surgery." Sting nodded, but he wasn't paying that much attention because Rogue was wearing a see through T-shirt that day. 'Am I the only one who notices his pecks?' Sting thought.

'He really does have amnesia.' Sting gripped the door but loosened up. "Rogue." Sting said making Rogue jumped. "Uh...Sting right?" Sting's heart wrenched. "Y-yes." Sting sat down on the couch with Rogue looking at him. "So," He closed his book. "what do you need?" Sting gulped. "I wrote a song I uh...wanted to listen to it." Rogue smiled. "Why not?" Sting strummed his guitar.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you."

Rogue smiled. "That was amazing, I bet whoever it was for will love it." Sting gripped the head of his guitar. "Right." Sting stood up. "Thanks for the advice." Even the boy with amnesia could tell Sting was faking his smile.  "Is something wrong? We may be strangers but-" Sting hugged Rogue. Rogue flinched. He didn't know it, but Sting was crying. "Are you okay?" Rogue asked. "Yeah," Sting wiped his tears. "I'm great." 

"Bye." He said then left. Rogue noticed sheet music on the couch. He stood up and grabbed them. "Can't Help Falling In Love With You. For Rogue." Roue dropped the papers. "He's Sting Eucliffe." He mumbled. "But...who is he?" Rogue rested the papers onto the table and just stared out the window. Rogue changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a black tank top, a white sweatshirt, and black sneakers. He walked out of his room, then outside just to take a breather. "I have amnesia, what am I forgetting? It seems some important people, especially Sting. I feel....I should know him better than anyone else." Rogue scrunched up his hair in his hands. "ARRRGH!" He yelled loudly, his voice echoing. Sting even heard it, but he ignored it. "Who is he?!" Rogue yelled loud enough for Sting to hear, and stop walking. 'Rogue....'

'Sting....'