God Knows

The Pub

Roger's POV

After the band rehearsal, I went to a pub. I ordered a shot of vodka. I hadn't even begun to down the drink when a woman came up to me.

"Aren't you Roger Taylor?" She asked playfully, pulling herself a seat beside me.

"Love, how'd you know? What's your name?" I asked, staring into her eyes.

"Ashley. Want to dance?" She slurred, standing up from the bar and taking my hand. We rushed onto the floor, and we danced for about twenty minutes or so.

"Hey!" Ashley screamed over the music, "Follow me!"

"Mm-kay", was all I said. I knew what was gonna happen. We'd make-out, she'd take me to her place, we'd shag, and I would be hungover in the morning. But this was the usual for me, to be honest I was kind of getting tired of it, but I followed behind Ashley.

We walked into an eerie hallway, and Ashley grabbed my collar and kissed me on the lips, but I felt nothing. I was tired of these daily flings I had, I wanted a real relationship. With someone who could protect me. With a man.

I quickly pulled away from the kiss and offered to buy Ashley a drink. I could tell she was disappointed, but she agreed anyways. I downed a couple of beers, but I was thinking about what I had thought earlier. Yes, I did want a man in my life. And, yes, I had been thinking about being a woman for the last couple of weeks. Maybe it could help me get into a steady relationship. Maybe. All I wanted to do was spend time with my friends and talk about what I was going through, but they would think I am nuts, that I am going through a 'phase'.

I stood up from the bar stool and placed my hand on Ashley's.

"I'll take you home. But we have to stop somewhere first." I slurred, trying to keep my thoughts together.

Ashley nodded in response. We hopped into my car and drove to John's. I told Ashley I would go in by myself, but she insisted on coming to the door with me.

While we walked up the steps to his house, through the window, I saw that John and Veronica were kissing. My heart dropped.

Do I have a feelings for Deaky?

No, snap out of it Roger. You are just drunk.

When we came up to the door, I rang the bell, and Ashley's grip tightened on me. What was she so afraid of? Had she sensed that I had gotten sad at the sight of John and Veronica?

Deaky opened the door, immediately glaring at me. "Yes, Roger?" He snarked.

"Have you made your mind up about the drag idea yet, Deaks?" I asked, slurring my words, my insides drooling over the sight of John.

Keep yourself together, Rog.

"Yeah, w-we will do it." He stuttered.

"Well good. Be sure to be at the studio at 8:30 sharpp. Oh, and bring 'Ronica, too!" I added.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" John replied. He immediately slammed the door in my face.

What the hell happened to him?