BOOK #1 of ROGER SERIES
BOOK #1 of BORHAP SERIES
BORHAP/ROCKETMAN CROSSOVER
SETTING: 1969 - 1971
"Life in the future might never come to pass, you know
The good times are now"
Maya grew up in constant awe of her older brother, both adm...
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The sun was barely up when a sudden burst of inspiration washed over Maya and woke her up. She had spent the past couple of hours completely absorbed in her writing. She hadn't realised how fixated she was until the first hints of sun rays streamed through her curtains. At which point the bright light revealed her masses of scribbles.
She felt that this marked a good time to stop.
Maya looked proudly at her journal. When she first moved in the flat, the first page of her journal hardly ever met ink. Now, the entire journal grew bulky with how many pages she had scribbled on. It was hard to say what exactly she was trying to write. Every page had something different. A few lines of poetry, scribbles of things she saw each day that inspired her or the occasional prose.
Satisfied with today's journal entry, Maya put down her pen, shaking away the soreness of her fingers.
It was still the early hours of the morning, but she didn't feel tempted to go back to sleep.
For Maya, waking up early in the morning in a productive mood seemed much more satisfying than sleeping in late. And unfortunately, the latter had become a worse habit.
She thought she would make Roger and Freddie breakfast this time around. Roger had always cooked breakfast and left some behind for her to heat up when she'd wake up late. This time, she hoped to have both of them awaken to warm breakfast.
Luckily, she seemed to have plenty of time to prepare something seeing as how early it was. So she put on a satin silk robe to cover herself, before heading to the kitchen.
Roger woke with a start.
He groaned as a loud clamouring from outside his room continued to bang. He sat up from his bed, trying to listen.
Upon feeling a weight on the other side of the bed, he looked over to see a sleeping Samantha. No, Sarah. Or maybe it was Anna. Whatever her name was, she was undisturbed by the noise as she snoozed.
Roger threw off the covers and got up from his bed. Before investigating the sound, he grabbed a cigarette from his bedside and lit it.
Roger quietly walked down the corridor, taking a long relieving drag from his cigarette.
"Oh god, where is it? Is it- no, that's not it. Shit."
The corners of his mouth twitched up as he heard Maya's voice. He peered over the corner to see Maya dressed in her silk robe and her hair frazzled in a teased mess. Soon she was quietly muttering curses as she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards.
Maya didn't see Roger even though he was walking to her right by the kitchen counters. The counters and tables had pots, pans and random ingredients from the pantry scattered all over it. Amused watching Maya frantically search through every cupboard, he sat by the kitchen stools, anticipating that lovely moment when she'd jump in shock to see him sitting there.
