What is happening in his head? [Poger]

The Nice Company

"Let me see if I understood "Kit sighed with his hand on his forehead.

"Do you want me to postpone the tour for a week because you hit Roger with your guitar leaving him unconscious and when they desperately called the doctor because Roger did not wake up, they discovered that he was only weak but your blow helped him to be unconscious for half an hour?" Kit asked, looking at them.

"If you say it like that it sounds ugly" Keith said raising his hand like at school.

"How do you want me to say it? Pete almost killed Roger sounds better?" Kit exclaimed crossing his arms.

"Kit, relax, we're just a little tense, that's all" Said John "It was an accident"

"Yes, of course, an accident" He spoke sarcastic. "All right, I'll start postponing everything" Said serious "Better help Roger to rest what he has to rest" Threatened "Be good friends at least once" He scolded and left the studio hitting the door.

"Well, at least it did not hit us" Keith smiled but nobody smiled back.

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Later, when finally the day that seemed to have no end, ended. Pete was alone in the studio.

He had been writing songs, or so he tried it because Roger did not leave his mind in peace. A few drops began to fall giving a signal of rain.

Pete tried to get Roger out of his mind and concentrate on the rain but it was impossible, with everything he had lived today.

A drop of rain. Roger. Another drop, The hit. A third. The doctor. A fourth. Fainting. One, Roger. Two, the hit. Three, doctor. Four, fainting. One, the hit. Two, Roger. One, two, three, four, five, Roger, hit, doctor, fainting, tour canceled, Kit, Roger weak, guilt, alcohol, addiction, bad mood, Roger, hit, doctor, faint, Kit, tour canceled, alcohol , addiction, again. One, two, three, one, two, three! Rain. Storm. Roger unconscious. A thunder. Tour canceled. Roger weak. Hit, Roger, guilt.

Pete could not stand his guilty mind anymore, he had to go see Roger just to make sure he was okay and also, give him an apology.

-

Pete drove to Roger's house thinking about how he should apologize to him but quickly his attention went to the dim lights of his house minus the one in his room.

Pete came to think that maybe it was late but he had to do it, he had to apologize before the day was over

He stood in front of the door and shyly gave three blows. He waited a few seconds to see those golden curls accompanied with a bright smile.

"Hey" Roger greeted slightly surprised by the visit "Don't stay there, come in" Roger went into his house followed by Pete and he closed the door behind him.

"Do you want some tea?" Offered the curly "It's cold outside." When he saw that Pete nodded he started to heat the water.

"And how are you?" He asked still shy sitting in one of the couch near the kitchen.

"A little better though a little weak yet" he replied from the kitchen. "By the way, you know it's always a pleasure to have you in my house but I would like to know the reason for your visit so late" He replied bringing the tea to the small table.

"I just wanted to know how you were" He answered without thinking "I mean, I I I was a little worried," he confessed with a slight blush "But if you do not want me here I'm going" Pete joked.

"No no no" The blonde was alarmed "I like that you are here with me making me company, the truth is that I was a little lonely ..." It seems that the last thing escaped from his lips.

It's true, Roger was alone. Pete's attention was drawn to the silent house, and he noticed that Roger was a bit strange. But he preferred to ask before drawing conclusions.

"Heather and the kids?" He asked after giving his tea a drink "They're sleeping?, because if it's like that it's too late to be here" He invented that excuse.

Roger tensed, Pete could feel it in his way of answering the question.

"Eh ... they, they went to the home of Heather's parents" He smiled nervously "They'll be back in a month, I think"

Pete was not very convinced. It seemed like a lie of Roger but why would he lie?

And why did you not go with them? You love being with your family" He asked.

"Because we had the tour and the Who By Numbers sessions" He excused himself but that excuse was culminated everything. Roger was lying. Roger was a family man, not so much work. He would never stay for something as bland as a Tour. Besides Roger being overprotective, he would never say 'I think' when it comes to something about his family.

"Why are you lying to me, Roger?" Pete asked coldly.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" Roger replied.

"Roger, I know you, you're lying to me, are not things going well with Heather?" Maybe his questions were a bit strong but Roger had just lying in his face.

"They are things between her and me" he answered firmly.

"Are they well or not?" He asked again, raising his voice.

"No, they're not fine, happy?" He responded with the same tone.

"What happened?" Pete asked lowering his voice.

"She ... she told me that y-" He interrupted himself shaking his head "I don't want to tell you Pete, it's something that happened between us" He replied a bit sad

"I what?" He asked raising his voice again.

"Forget about it Pete, it doesn't matter at all" Roger asked and rolled his eyes.

"Is it something about me and you do not want to tell me?" He laughed ironic but then seeing the decayed face of Roger, he calmed down a bit "Roger tell me, maybe I can help you"

"No Pete, you would only make it worse" said the one with golden curls.

"Great, I understood" Pete got up from the couch "You do not trust me and you do not want my help either" Pete went to the door followed by Roger.

"No Pete is not that, it's just ..." Roger's eyesight clouded, forcing him to hold onto the kitchen frame "Pete wait..." He said in a thin voice and when his eyesight went completely black, he let himself drop.

"Roger?" Pete turned around when he heard something fall off "Roger?" He asked again higher but did not get a response and that's when he thought the worst.

He turned to the kitchen and it was there when he saw him on the floor, unconscious.

"No, Roger, please." He knelt beside him, worried. His hands were shaking a little and he was a little desperate, he did not know what to do "Roger can you hear me?" He put his hand on top of the blonde's, blushed when he did that. But nothing happened ...