Dead On Time (maylor)

Chapter 5

25th December 1969

Roger's P.O.V.

When we arrived to the living room, our parents were waiting for us having a casual talk. I told Brian to sit beside me now we sorted everything out and our relationship was like before this mess.

Brian was sitting on my left, and my parents on my right. Brian's parents across mine, still chatting. Maybe they needed glasses if they really didn't notice we were already here...

"Oh, Roger, you two are already here" my dad noticed after three minutes of listening to their conversation. I shared a look with Bri, they really didn't notice. It wasn't funny, but we both bursted into laughter, reciving a few funny looks from the other people around.

"I can see you two fixed some things" Brian's mum, Ruth, told Brian.

"Yes, but did you really didn't notice we were here?" he asked, still laughing.

"Of course we did, we were messing around with you" she clearly lied. But a lie she wanted us to know, it was a lie to make us laugh even more.

"Please, stop it" I said between giggles "I still need to breathe" I was finally calming down a bit, as well as Brian. Soon, we were both back to normal. I didn't want Brian to stop laughing, his laughter was very funny and cute, and his giggles even more. I wished we could have another time alone soon, like before. I liked it just the two of us, holding each other, without panic attacks or shit.

"Well, who wants apple pie?" that was the only thing Mr. May had to say to take me out of my trance.

He served a piece of the dessert to everyone, and I did notice that his was slightly bigger, I didn't say anything, though. I flashed him a smile, and he put his index on his lips in reply. Sometimes our parents weren't that strict and were a bit more playfull, or maybe he had a bit more than half a glass of wine.

When we were all finished, it was time, it was the time. Time to give my favourite person the truth. I spent three hours of sleep thinking of the note's content and one hour in the morning to put the whole idea on the paper. I'm sure he'll love it, but I don't think he'll like the message I gave him through it. I can't think of the possibility Bri rejects me, just too much to handle. It's scientifically proven that even just one night with arguments was too much, let alone the rest of my fucking life.

"Okay, mind if we start, guys?" my dad asked.

"No problem, Mr. Taylor. We can go after" Brian responded, bold of him to assume I was okay with it. Which I was, but I was just saying.

"Please, buddy, drop the 'Mr. Taylor'. I've known you for too long" YES. Finally they realise the foolishness of it. After two years of him going round home, he can finally say 'Michael' and that's it. Maybe Brian was wrong with all the 'consequences' of the clock. Maybe he was just getting paranoid, which I would be if I was on his place.

"Okay. Roggie this is your present from me and dad. I think you can tell what it is but we wrapped it anyway" my sweet mother gave me the wrapped box. I smiled thankfull at her and dad, then looking back to the rectangular box in my hands. Drumsticks, I needed new ones, mine were in a really bad state. I opened the box and saw that they were, in fact, drumsticks. But inside the box there was something else, too. Picks, guitar picks.

"Guitar picks? What for?" I confusedly asked.

"You're a very good drummer, but we wanted to remind you to play guitar sometimes, too. Brian could help you." I hated it when my dad was right. But I was, in fact, pushing guitar away. Drums needed so much time and I was the dummer in a band so I didn't have time for the guitar. "But just when you finish homework and exams" of course, it wouldn't be my dad if he didn't mention my studies.