From 1967 (Syd Barrett Fan fiction)

Chapter 4 ~ He's gone

"Wait, so you think that Roger was just hooking up with your sister in her room?" Syd asked me after I explained my crazy idea to him.

"I know it sounds crazy-" I started.

"Crazy? I'm from the year 1967 and I'm in a band called The Pink Floyd but I was sent to the year 2019 and I don't know why."

"Okay, point taken."

"So what do we do now?"

"We wait. And when she comes back I'm going to confront her."

"Wait, if this is true, and it was this easy for you to figure out what she's doing, then maybe she knows that I'm here."

"Oh my god, you might be right! Wait, what if she brought you here? I think she stole the photos of you, did something with them, and then returned them. There's no way she just found those in her room."

Syd just looked at me, he probably thought I was insane. But at this point, it didn't really matter.

"Syd, I feel really bad that you've been sleeping on the floor, you should take the bed tonight, and I'll take the floor."

"No, I'm fine sleeping on the floor."

"No, I insist, you sleep on the bed."

"No, it's fine, really."

"Syd, you don't have to be such a gentleman all the time. Sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone and be a roughman."

Wait, what? What did I even just say?

Syd started laughing and finally gave in.
He finally decided to be a roughman.

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The next morning, there wasn't really much to do since I was still suspended.
But after today, I would finally have to go back to school.

Since my parents had already left for work, and there was still no sign of Vanessa, me and Syd went down stairs to eat breakfast.

"So, did my bed treat you well?" I asked Syd.

"It blessed me with a lovely slumber, yes."

We both laughed.
I hadn't felt this happy in a while, it seemed that Syd was my happiness.
I mean, he always has been.
Or at least, it used to only be his music that was my happiness, but now it's him and his music.

"So, do I really have a beautiful flawless face that you want to make out with?" he asked me with a chuckle.

"Oh god, ignore what my sister said the other night. I just want to forget about that whole conversation we had."

"Alright. But I think what we heard last night was your sister fulfilling her needs."

"Uh, what? Actually, you know what, I don't want you to elaborate on that."

"She said that Roger was hot and that she had an obsession with him, so I think your theory is right."

"Of course it is." I said as I jokingly flipped my hair.