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Chapter 7 : " What Do You Want To Be? "

Honestly, i dont remember ever falling asleep, but i found myself laying on the bed, just below Roger, who seemed to always writhe around in the sheets. I yawned gently, deciding to leave him to wake himself up - i knew that he couldnt always rely on me, and he had to learn to take control of his own descisions.

I hadn't played my custom Red Special in a while, and I wanted to show Roger how I played - maybe he could play the drums for me. We still need to find him a school after what happened. I was thinking about that gift I bought - were we too young for..that? would it be bad? I'm not sure, really.

I heard a quiet, muffled moan from beneath my bed sheets. His body rolled heavily over, and his arm hit his face lightly as he let out a chesty, jaw - cracking toothy yawn. Watching his eyes flutter like wings of a butterly, a smirk lit up my face.

" Rise And Shine, Roger, Love. " I gently smiled, smoothing his chin with my long, bony fingers as he awakened with a cautious stare that turned into a warming grin.

- Rogers Perspective -

With a cheeky beam, I narrowed my eyes playfully and tossed over again, chuckling as I curled up into a ball. I felt Brian's long bony hands quiver up my back, as he breathed exitedly and knowingly. Without warning, he started to tickle my armpits, making me writhe and giggle in my high - pitched voice.

I started to scream with laughter as he rolled onto the bed, tickling me further under my arms. Screaming was something I could do very well - but it was so high and girly - I couldn't help it - I started to squeal farcically, tears jerking in my eyes, and out of breath.

Bri started to giggle lightly and gasp as he finally stopped. 

" You - You Can Hit Some - R - Really High Notes..! " he choked breathlessly, weaving his fingers around mine and laying on my chest. I breathed in so I didn't feel so squashed against him.

My eyes still felt weary and tired, and my lips were slightly chapped at the ends, and dry. It must've been the aftermath of what was a drug addiction - I keep getting all these fucking cravings - ugh. For once could I live a good, loving life with my boyfriend?

He started to speak smoothly into my lips, his warm breath on my chin.

" So - When We First Met You Said You Played Drums, Yes? "

I nodded. A meek smile streaked across my lips as I got tingles from his humid breath on my face. He gave me another kiss on my mouth, making me mumble pleasantly. " For A Long Time.. " I explained in a stylish accent to sound professional. He grinned lovingly, getting up and crouching to look into my mirror. Just then I saw how actually tall he was compared to me, and how much better off he was.

" You Should Show Me. I Bet You Can Play Such Beautiful Beats - Yes? " he sighed in a romantic tone. I gulped under my breath, not of fear, but of awe. How dashing he was - how strong he stood. It was like he was some sort of King - he seemed so gentle and wise.

 I was just another unpopular blondie from a poor family - a frown slowly formed across my face, and he turned to face me, blushing softly but in confusion.

" You Look Doleful. " he said shortly, his worried hazel eyes remote into mine.

 I blinked several times, wanting to cry just randomly but holding it in. " Like..Sad..? " I questioned, pretending I wasn't hurting inside. He kneeled on the bed with ambitions beaming quietly. I fake smiled, but it seemed not to fool my love. 

" Somethings Wrong - Something Is Definitely Wrong - Are You Scared, Roger? What Scares You? "

My cheeks dropped heavily and I felt my throat hoarse as I tried to think of something to say, but my brain was empty.

" Nothings Wrong. I'm Not Scared Of Anything - I'm Fine. " I grumbled unpleasantly, slumping off the bed and slipping an old t - shirt on. I could feel sad eyes watching me from the same spot, and I heard husky breathing trying to quieten. I hoped I was hallucinating, and that I hadn't upset Brian. Stepping lightly, I walked out unpurpously carelessly.

After I had finished my coffee, I realised that Brian hadn't come down. I left quietly from my seat, cupping my lips to call him. " Brian? Brian?! You Haven't Come Down Yet!! " I yelled in a friendly tone, not as a bad yell. No reply. 

I tapped loudly upstairs where I could hear muffled squeaks and sniffs. I instantly knew what I had done. I pressed my fist against the door lightly, listening to the upset voice from the other room. " Brian..? I - Im Sorry - I Didn't Mean To Upset You..Can I Come In? "

" No! " the lowly voice shouted weakly from inside. I poked my lips through the keyhole, puckering them and opening them. The sad whines still went on. I knocked again. " Look, Brian! There's Nothing Wrong? Can I Come In? I Wanna Give You A Squeeze Now. I'm Desperate. " I smiled weakly.

The room fell silent for a second, and the door squeaked open. I let myself in and sat next to Brian sniffling on our bed, his eyes sore and lonely. I pecked his cheek, but it had no affect on the meek Guitarist.

" What..Do You Want To Be, Roger..? " he said in a doubtful voice.

" A Drummer. " i replied, slight hesitation in my tone. I put a hand on his lap, making him quiver sightly. " Then Why Don't You Try? " he sighed. I gasped and gagged in shock - try? I try. I just find it hard, that's all. " Look, Roger, I Know It's Hard. It's Hard For Both Of Us - But We Need To Get Through This..Together. ". I nodded in agreement, and he pulled me in for a hug. 

" Let's Play Some Songs, Then. Let's Enjoy Ourselves. "