After our night together, I stayed at his house for quite a while. Because I didn't actually want to leave, and because I thought we should learn how to be around each other without it being weird while the memories were still fresh. And they were fresh. Very fresh. Of course I remembered it all, and he was an attractive man, and I would lie if I'd say that I hadn't enjoyed the view, and that I didn't think about him naked when I looked at him.
I did. And somehow I was certain it was the same for him, but that was okay. We were adults, and we could handle it. We were friends, friends who had seen each other naked, but that was all. Very good friends, and we wanted to keep it that way.
And somehow that was easier than it had sounded. We spent most of the day on his couch, chatting and just being together. He revealed a little more about the details of his complicated relationships, but only very little, and I didn't pry. It wasn't my place to ask questions. So when I got the feeling he had enough of talking about that, I brought the conversation back to his kids and asked about the trip to the zoo that he had mentioned the evening before. He had told me that it seemed like I wasn't keep on spending time with his children, so I was trying to convince him that wasn't the case. Because it wasn't, and I was interested in meeting them.
So we spent the afternoon planning the trip. We would be going the following Saturday, as early as possible. The zoo opened at ten, so I told Brian I'd be coming by his house around nine so I could meet the kids before we actually went out in public, and also so I could meet his body guard.
That had taken me by surprise, but Brian told me he didn't risk anything with his kids around, and that made sense. Most people probably didn't want anything bad, but it only took one crazy person..
It was definitely a first for me, I had never been out in public with a body guard, but I didn't mind. It would be odd, but Brian was a rock star and even though I tended to forget that when we were alone, interactions such as at the garden fair or with my colleague always reminded me that it wasn't normal to be such good friends with him. It wouldn't be just a normal trip to the zoo, something told me that, but it would hopefully still be fun.
Some time in the early evening, I decided to go home before we got carried away - with conversations - until late at night, since I had to work the following day. We hugged goodbye and Brian kissed me on the cheek, which made me smile. It was okay, we were good as friends. It definitely worked out. I was absolutely certain that if we had tried to force this down the romantic path it would be awkward and end horribly, and I was so relieved that we agreed on this.
Of course I didn't go the entire week without seeing Brian, we spent a couple of evenings together. We needed that, the company was good for both of us. While the night at Brian's house had definitely helped with my mood, I was still cautious if it would remain this way. We cooked together, we talked, we watched some TV, and I got a few more details about his relationship to Miss Dobson that seemed beyond complicated. I was glad I hadn't gotten in the middle of that, because that could not have been pretty. He kept trying to convince me that it was over, that he was over it all, but if I was honest I wasn't sure if I bought that.
However, I obviously didn't say that, because it wasn't my place. Nonetheless, I did feel bad hearing how much he wasn't over it. If we weren't talking about Miss Dobson - Brian obviously called her Anita, but I felt a little strange doing that - we talked about his kids, and I got the courage to ask him about his pre-band past. Or rather, his pre-fame past, he had been in bands years and years before he and Roger even met. It was interesting, and I loved hearing those stories. I loved that he trusted me enough to tell me those private things. And he didn't just tell me stories, at least not on Thursday, the second evening of the week that we spent together.
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Unexpected Encounters [B.H.M.]
FanfictionSet in late 1988: What happens when you unexpectedly run into someone great? And what happens if that keeps happening? I certainly didn't expect things to develop the way they did. One day I'm a normal 37-year old woman, the next day my complete li...