Somewhere They Can't Find Us [Roger/Brian]

Somewhere They Can't Find Me: Part 5

I can hear the soft sleeping of the boy that I love

As he lies here besides me, asleep with the night

And his hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow

Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

But we've got to creep down the alley way

Fly down the highway

Before they come and catch us well be gone

Somewhere they can't find us

Oh people, you don't know what we've done

We've committed a crime, we've broken the law-

The music stopped playing mid-chorus when Brian lifted up the stylus and put it down on its place next to the still-spinning vinyl copy of Simon and Garfunkel's most recent hit album. He found himself being unable to listen to the song he had been playing for two days straight any longer, but was unsure for which reason. Either it was because he felt his headache growing with the minute, or because it reminded him too much of the situation he was finding his partner and himself in at the moment. The idea of having Roger lying next to him in bed, which was then being pushed aside by the sudden plan of leaving home headlong in the middle of the night to flee for the crime they had committed and the law they had broken... The more he thought about it, the more he realised just how hard this song was hitting him right now. It made him want to hold Roger tight, tell him he loved him, before he would take him by the hand and disappear with him to whatever place no one could find them, as the song suggested.

In all honesty, Brian had considered it. The idea had crossed his mind multiple times, the idea giving Roger a sign and a place to meat up, waiting for the right moment to be able to sneak out of the door, and simply heading off between the two of them. For the love of God, he had even considered to not have Roger come into his room that evening, but him going down to Roger and sneak out together while the entire street was asleep. In theory, it seemed like a better plan to Brian than sitting out their current situation and waiting to be imprisoned. But then reality came crashing down on him again, reminding him of just how unrealistic his wild plans were going to be.

Where on earth where they to go, what would they have to take with them, where would they sleep? And where could they find a place with no people around whatsoever, where they still could live without starving, dehydrating, or dying in any other unpleasant way? Could they even find their way to a safe location before the cops would be onto them? They were free to go wherever they wanted right now - as long as it was within Great Britain and not in the presence of each other - until their case would be brought to court. But if they were to disappear and be reported as missing (or having ran off, more likely), they would be tracked down and had to spend the rest of the time in prison. And even if they were willing to take the risk and revolt against law and society, Brian knew there was one more obstacle that would make escaping even harder. Or actually, there were two: both of his parents, who were watching over him day and night, tracking his every move and blink and breath. How was he ever supposed to run off to a place far away from society if he could not even manage to find his way out of the front door?

Switching off the record player, Brian watched as the vinyl slowly lost its spinning speed and eventually stopped turning altogether, allowing him to carefully lift up the record and put it back in its paper cover. He put it down on top of his modest stack of LP's, but soon after hid it somewhere in the middle of the pile between Rubber Soul and Between the Buttons to hide it from his view. He couldn't even stand the sight of the two artist displayed at the cover of the vinyl anymore, which displayed the two artists with their back towards the camera while they wandered towards whatever place the dirt path that stretched itself out before them would take them. How Brian wished Roger and he could be in their places; to simply run down that unpaved road and follow it to whatever spot in the middle of nowhere it would bring them, a place where they could be alone and free from the society that was making life hard on them in every way it possibly could at the moment.