Christmas Time

Christmas

London

24th/25th December 1974

"Good morning my darlings!!!" Freddie was already awake at 7 am. He was running through the house, messing all around with pans. Roger and Brian opened sightly their eyes and turned to look at each other from their beds "What the hell..." Brian said with his raspy voice. Roger yawned and, after a few seconds, he realised why Freddie was so loud that morning "Happy Christmas eve!" He screamed getting up as fast as possible from his bed; He got up so quickly that he almost fell out from it. Brian sighed loudly, and stretched himself "Yes, but you don't need to be so noisy..." he murmured to himself. He would have loved to sleep a bit more since what happened the day before...

-I don't want to get up, I just want to sleep. We went to sleep really late yesterday. We partied all the evening. We had dinner in a restaurant, and then, Freddie had the amazing idea to go in a pub and dance till morning, and, of course, we all agreed with him. We went in that pub, his favourite one... Fred, John and Roger got so drunk that night... How the hell can he just get up at 7 am after yesterday! However, even Roger got up earlier today, but I still can't explain it. During the night we all danced, or at least, the three of them danced, while I was standing at the counter watching them having fun. Actually, I was having fun too; staring at Roger can be entertaing... His blond hair were more beautiful than usual, and his baby blue eyes didn't leave my hazelnut ones for one fucking second. Every day I fall more in love with him just looking in those eyes, those ocean eyes... Apart from this, at some point, Roger invited me to dance with him "Mr Poodle! Come here and dance with me!" Roger was obviously drunk... "I don't like dancing!" I told him screaming to let him hear me over the noise "You'll love dancing with me!" He came to me at the counter and looked straight in my eyes. His sight cought me again "I told you I don't like dancing" I just said scrolling my shoulders "You can't refuse to dance with me! I'm miss Taylah!" I frowned and laughed at the exclamation "Miss Taylah?" I repeated to him in his same high pitched voice "Are you making fun of me Mr Poodle? How dare you!? I'm Rogerina Taylah you can't just mess around with me!" I burst out laughing; drunk Roger was way funnier that the sober one, even if I think that, from the beginning of Christmas holidays, he wasn't sober at all.. So Roger grabbed me from my sleeve, and took me outside. I don't know why, but in that moment, my heart beat got faster and faster, and, as it wasnt enough, I began to sweat... Roger was having a strange effect on me. I noticed that my cheeks were hotter than usual, I think I was becoming as red as a tomato. When we got outside, Roger dragged me to one side of the pub. We were one in front of one other; my back was against the wall, while Roger was right in front of me. He looked so small... "Why you dragged me here?" Roger looked at me with his baby blue eyes "There was too much noise in that pub" he said with his drunk voice. He looked straight in my eyes so he had me to look away from his sight... After a few second he embraced me, and I hugged him back. I was shaking... We hug lots of time since we are bestfriends, but yesterday was different. On the other hand Roger was too drunk to understand what was happening, also, he wouldn't have remembered nothing of that night "Can I tell you a secret Bri?" He said murmuring in my chest "Of course Roger" I said tenderly. In the meantime my embarrassment was growing up, and my cheeks were on fire "Promise me you won't be mad" We were still hugging "I promise" We broke apart. He looked in my eyes. A soft smile grew on his face. He leaned in and just kissed me tenderly. It was weird, and beautiful and I don't know... I think Roger was just drunk. He was drunk, but it was perfect. We kissed for a few second, and It was heaven for me, but then, when the kiss broke, he looked at me embarrassed "I'm sorry!" He said, and run away to get in the pub again "Wait Rog!" I yelled, but he didn't hear me. I followed him in the pub, but I couldn't find him, he had just vanished! I asked Freddie and John, but, as they are useful to blow the house when they are sober, they are not useful at all when drunk... I just gave up my researches, and I waited till we had to get home. As I was the only one sober, I drove home the three shitfaced of my friends at home. When we arrived, they all fall asleep, while I was the only one still thinking about what had happened-