No One But You

11

Madison

Roger and I lay in the back of his van. He plays with my hair while my head rests on his chest.

"At least they finally booked you for tutoring," Roger tells me softly.

"It's just so early," I say.

I had called the school I tutor at and asked if any students required assistance. The principal was thrilled and said that a whole lot of kids needed help so she asked me to come in to tutor at least 10, like a mini classroom. Except she wants me to come in earlier than the time school starts: around 7 am.

"You'll be making money though," Roger tells me. 

"I know, I know," I sigh. 

A moment of silence passes before Roger speaks again.

"We're still trying to figure out how to pay for our first album," he says quietly. 

I flip over so I'm on my belly, Roger's hands leaving my hair.

"I still can't believe you're going to record one," I tell him. 

"If we can afford it," he huffs. "We pooled all of our money together and we're still a couple thousand short,"

"Well I don't have a couple thousand pounds but I can help a little if you ne-" 

"No," Roger cuts me off. "You're not helping. Financially anyways," 

"I mean you could always pay me back," I say. I want to help, I really do. 

"No way. I can't take that risk. What if nobody buys our album? Then you're out of money and I'm out of a girlfriend because I can't pay you back," He smiles at me. 

I feel my heart do that thing again. "Girlfriend?" I ask, just to clarify. 

He looks as if he's thinking a little. "Yeah, girlfriend," he says after a slight pause. "If you want to be anyways-"

I cut him off by kissing him. He quickly wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. 

"Of course I want to be. I was just nervous you wouldn't want me to be," I admit. I knew I was more than just a shag, but part of me was scared Roger didn't want to be more. Officially anyways. 

Roger reaches up and pushes a strand of hair that had fallen behind my ear. 

"I'm new to the whole boyfriend thing, but I want to try for you," he says. 

I lean down and kiss him. I can feel him smiling into our kiss. He then flips us both over so he's on top. His kissing turns hungry, as does mine. I feel him tugging at my clothing but the realization of where we are hits me. 

"Roger we can't, we're in your van," I whisper harshly, pushing him away from me.  

He grins and brings his head close to my ear. "Doesn't that make it more thrilling?" he asks me.

I roll my eyes, but I entangle my fingers in his hair as I bring his head back to mine, forgetting the worries I have about my neighbors watching the van move. At least it's night. 

...

 Roger

"This is bollocks," I say, watching a tractor trailer pass us, as we are stranded on the side of the road. We had broken down. Again. And this time, we're in the literal middle of nowhere. 

Deaky grunts as he attempts to change one of the tires, but failing miserably doing so.

"It's uh, counter clockwise I think it goes John," Brian says, walking over near Freddie and I.