Please Please Me * McLennon * DISCONTINUED

ten (part one)

"Roger." I screech jumping at him once he enters the empty locker room. I needed his help.

"Ah!" He jumps, an unimpressed scowl on his face. "What do yer want from me? Money? got none. Drugs. Now that i can do-" He jokes (although he's really not) but i cut him off, closing the door behind him so no unwanted ears could hear.

"'m a dumb arse." I declare bluntly and he glares a me, his eye brow cocked as he questions my sanity.

"John, i know." he chuckles, opening his locker and placing a few items in there.

"But today, 'm even more so." i say and explain to him that i had invited over a boy to have dinner with me in my homophobic household. On a date. He frowns, astounded by my level of dumb arse, and nods slowly, creating a plan.

"Just say yer havin' an orgy and the blokes'll piss off!" he jokes, shrugging off his shirt and changing into his unifrom.

"Rog, i seriously need help 'ere!" i whisper-scream, shoving him a little.

"Okay, okay." he mutters, and i bite my nail nervously. I really should have thought this through. Why couldn't i had just gone to Paul's place? But no, John Lennon has to make a royal fuck up. "Invite him over, explain to him that the lads we live with are arseholes, introduce him as yer cousin, make him dinner and eat it out in the backyard."

"It's raining." i state blandly, but thinking about it know, that plan was actually quite genius. There was only one window to the back yard and it was the toilet, which was far too high up for anyone to look out. And if i introduced him as my cousin, then no one would even suspect a thing was going on between us.

"Yer sour sport! Eat under the fucking deck!" he cries, chuckling and throwing his hands up at how idiotic i was.

We had a small deck, just enough for a small poker table, in the backyard, pressed against the fence. Where no one can see...

"Rog, yer a genius." i announce and he smiles smugly, doing a little bow. The plan actually wasn't all that smart or hard to think of, but i was just too worried and flustered to think for myself.

"I know, i know, don't flatter me." he fans himself dramatically and finshes changing into the navy blue police pants.

"Thanks, Taylor!" i shout to the blonde as i grab my coat from my locker and leave the station; my shift being thankfully over.

But now i started the routine of being super nervous, and my long chain of what if questions start forming, as i slowly walk through the evening crowds. I stop once the chinese restraunt is in close veiw and i spot the mop of neat dark hair, standing and waiting.

I sigh, still very nervous, but swallow my woes and waltz up to the younger boy.

"Yer ready?" i ask as i approach, he turns to face me and smirks.

"Took yer long enough." he giggles.

"Well, it's not like i like workin'." I say playfully and we walk peacefully through the people walking as i lead him to where my sad little automoblie is parked.

"Whatcha been doin' the last few hours, while so ever desperately waiting fo me?" he asks, biting his lip sassily, as we reach my car and hop inside.

"To be honest, nothing." i shrug, smirking a little at his small remark, which wasn't too far from the truth.

"Gee, yer borin'." he chuckles, fastening his seat belt and sighing once i start the car.

"Well, what 'ave yer been doin' then, Mr?" i ask, not even trying to hide the big, goofy grin that i could feel on my lips.