What is happening in his head? [Poger]

The Hit

"You always reproach me," exclaimed Pete. "Why don't you tell Keith or John?" He got up abruptly from his chair and approached Roger.

"I don't tell them because I'm not ..." Roger stopped.

Was he about to tell him he was in love? No, he couldn't, not in the state that Pete was in. Once again, he had to shut up.

"Why do you only bother me?" Pete shouted angrily.
Roger awkwardly got up from his chair a little scared.

"Because they don't become violent" Exclaimed Roger, tired.

"I become violent?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're going to tell me I'm a violent guy when you were the one who hit Keith for no reason?" Pete pushed Roger "am I the violent one?"

"Stop, Pete, please", Roger stepped back. "I don't want to fight with you again"

"You don't want to fight? - then don't get into my life Roger" He pushed him back. He was no longer drunk, but his bad mood had awakened.

At one point, Roger wanted to leave Pete alone with his bad mood, but the guitarist hit Roger in the face.

Roger didn't intended to hit him, but it was only a reflection in response to Pete's hit, so he did.
Pete hold his cheek and complained a little.

"Pete, I'm so sorry, I didn't really wanted to" Roger approached to Pete slowly.

He wished he had never done it.

Pete, angry, took his electric guitar and hit Roger.

Roger wanted to dodge but couldn't, Pete was faster.

"Pete!, what's wrong with you?" John asked angrily, who had just witnessed the scene. "Don't you think you've passed this time idiot?" exclaims The Ox.

Roger was on the floor. He held his head and complained nonstop.

Pete froze a few seconds, not believing what he did.
His bad mood had vanished but his mind had gone blank, not knowing what to do or say.

Keith ran to Roger to help him.
"Roger are you okay?" Moon took the blonde's arm and carefully helped him to get up."It was a good hit, wasn't it?" He joked.

"Shut up Keith" Roger smiled accompanied by a grimace of pain.

"You should better sit down, Rog," suggested John. Roger obeyed.

"I'm going to look for ice" Said Moonie and then left the room.

None of the three musicians spoke. They didn't need words to know what each other was thinking.

John was disappointed in Pete and expected him to apologize to Roger.

Pete was blank. He didn't knew how to apologize to Roger for what he did. And he didn't knew if the blond was going to forgive him.

When Keith arrived with the ice pack, he approached Roger and carefully placed it on his blond curls.

"Thanks Keith" Roger murmured.

After an uncomfortable ten minutes, Roger removed the ice pack from his head and stood up.

"The break ended" Roger smiled. "Are we going to continue?" He threw the ice pack in the trash.

"Seriously? don't you want to go home?" John asked.

"No, it's okay John" Roger reassure him  "Don't worry, I feel good"

Actually, Roger felt dizzy but he didn't want to worry them.
Also, he hated the tension in the room and maybe if they started playing, the tension would go away.

"This boy is my hero" Keith joked again.

The Ox, the blonde and Moon laughed.
Pete was sitting in his chair with guitar in hand. He was glad Roger felt better.

"What song do we need to rehearse?" Roger asked.

"Love Regin O'er Me" Pete replied with a bit of sadness.

Roger took his headphones and the piano began to sound.

"Only love, Can make it rain" He sang soft.

If there was something in this life that Pete liked, it was listening to Roger sing that song. His beautiful and powerful voice made Pete's heart beat fast. He didn't took his eyes off.

When the song ended the first one to speak was John.
"Are you sure you feel good Roger?"

"Of course, why are you asking?" Roger looked at John.

"Because you're pale Rog." The bassist was worried.

That single sentence managed to worry Pete who didn't stop looking at Roger out of the corner of his eye.

"Maybe you should eat something, blondie" Keith suggested playing with his drumsticks.

"He's right" John agreed. "Also maybe you need some fresh air, it's very hot here" spoke relaxed John.

"I think you're right" murmured Roger. "Anyway, I want to get my face wet, I feel a little dizzy..." confessed the curly.

Roger walked to the exit, took the handle and decided to leave, but stopped before opening the door.
He held his head and before anyone could ask if he was okay, Roger fainted on the floor totally unconscious.

"Roger!" Pete was the first to react. He approached Roger as fast as he could and held him in his arms

At that moment Pete felt the real guilt.