Roger's POV
God, why the hell cant I get my mind off of him? Ever since Smile started, Brian has been like a brother to me. But in the past few years, I've started to feel a stronger connection to him. Since I can't sleep, I might as well put my time to good use and take a walk or something. Flipping the covers back, I roll out of bed and pull my shoes on. The night air is cool and crisp, so I put on a jacket, not bothering to zip it up. I intend not to walk anywhere whilst having a cigarette or two, but my legs seem to think otherwise. I'm not paying attention to where I'm headed until I notice the door I'm standing in front of. The studio? Maybe I should practice my drums, get my mind off things. But as I head inside, I can see that won't be happening.Brian is lounging in the couch, reading a thick book. He hasn't noticed I'm here yet, so I take the moment to look at the guitarist- really look at him. The dim light from the lamp on the end table lights up his face and soft brown curls. The man's half poodle, he's got to be. I always loved his hair, the way it would be poofy when he woke up. His eyes are a nice hazel color, but to me they look like the finest milk chocolate with a bit of mint sauce on top. Brian has the fairest skin, and soft pink lips- no. I like girls, besides, he's my best mate. We known each other since Smile and before that! I don't even know if he likes me in that way. Which wouldn't really matter since I strictly love girls... I think. I should make my presence known before he thinks I'm a stalker.
"Fancy seeing you here at this hour." Brian looks up from his book and smiled. I adore the way his eyes light up when he smiles, as if he's always ass over teakettle happy to see you. I go over and sit down next to him, and we attempt to make awkward small talk. I look down at my lap and hands when he asks me if something's wrong. I don't know if he can tell or not, but I do think I fancy him. Which is quite ironic, I've always been the womanizer of the group. The ladies' man, if you will. That's why I can't be able to sleep, because he's always on my damn mind. I stand up, my legs slightly stiff. "I'm a tad thirsty, want me to fetch you a beer?" Brian chuckles and looks away. "Roger, it's one in the morning. I don't think we should be having a beer." Party pooper. Now he stands up. "Why don't we head back to the house, maybe we can try to sleep there." The guitarist looks at me and I look back at his eyes. God, they're amazing.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/173022134-288-k437361.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
When You Get The Chance (maylor)
FanfictionRoger has always been into girls. Or at least, that's what he thought. Brian has been straight ever since he could remember, but lately, he's been seeing his best mate in a whole new light. The road will be bumpy and treacherous, but sometimes, you...