College Au • Maylor

4.

That night me and Roger decided to sleep in the same bed, after he told me what was happening to him. I couldn't leave my friend alone.

I woke up with his blonde locks all over my face and I gently moved them away, stroking his cheekbone with my index. He smiled slightly, pressing his face on my hand with a moan.
And in that moment, all I could do was stare.
My eyes traced an immaginary line, starting from his forehead, a little brown for the sun that has been hitting London lately, just like the rest of his face. I've always been jealous of his skin colour.
Actually, I've always been jealous of everything Roger Taylor had.
He's funny, and clever, and so pretty, with those babyblue eyes that could blind someone because of how bright they are. You can see their color even in the dark.
He has a fit body, even though he has never worked out before.
How could you not love someone like him? He's perfect.

I shake my head, getting out of bed roughly and bumping into his body, then falling on the carpet like an idiot.
I quickly turn around and fortunately he's still asleep.

"You look like an angel..." I whisper, walking backwards without noticing.

"What did you say...?" asks the blondie, opening his eyes and looking at me.
"Nothing. I said that I'm gonna buy breakfast"
I blush hard, dressing up and leaving the room without saying anything.

Why am I reacting like this? Stuttering, being clumsy...

What is happening to me?

****

Brian is writing something I'm not able to read on a small notebook, his hands are moving gracefully on the paper. Probably something clever, something I could never understand anyway.

I quickly get closer to him, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. He smiles, putting his arm around me.
This causes me a little shiver in the bottom of my spine. Weird.

I look at his profile again, staring without realizing it.

"Do you need something Rog?" He turns completely, raising his eyebrow.
I simply shake my head, looking away with rosy cheeks.

But as soon as he gets back to writing  on that notebook, I place my eyes on him again. And I notice the details of his face, details that I've probably never seen before.

I notice how his curls look like dark melted chocolate when the sun is out, and also the little sparkles in his eyes, that make him look like he's been dipped in pure honey.

"Stop staring at me like that, you're distracting."

I laugh a little, looking down at my hands, which are sweaty for no reason.

"Sorry, I can't help it. My "boyfriend" is too beautiful." I tease him, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach after saying that.

Maybe I'm hungry.

I tell him I'm gonna go grab something in the cafeteria, but even if I eat two cupcakes, I still feel that weird sensation.