Secrets; Maylor

8

Brian

*Flashback

11, August, 1975

"So I met this band the other night." Deaky started, looking through my vinyl collection, "They're an all girl rock band."

"No way!"

"Yeah! They're bitchin'! Their first gig was the other night, thats how I met them. They're even recording an album!" I slapped my magazine down, my mouth gaping in shock. "I met the lead singer and rhythm guitarist."

"What's the band?"

"The Runaways."

"And they're good?"

"They're gonna be bigger than the fucking Beatles, just you wait." He smirked. "I think their names were Cherie Currie, who was the singer, and the guitarist was... Joan...Jeff? JOAN JETT! It was Joan Jett. They're really hot too! They sing like hungry, sex addicts. They were awesome."

"That's awesome! We should go to a gig together!" I said in excitement. 

"Bitchin'!"

I heard my turntable begin to slowly play a soft tune. I lifted my head to see John smiling, sitting on the floor, staring at the record player.

"The Beatles." I stated, "And I love her." I hummed.

"Joan Jett was another level of hot." He spun around, looking at me like an excited school girl, "She wore all leather, her hair was Jett black, and she had dark eyes that could show how dirty she'd be in the bedroom."

I chuckled at him and continued reading my magazine, "You're such a virgin."

Deaky laid down next to me, though I still sat up. I didn't take any notice of him until he pulled me down with him. I laughed, and so did he. We stared at each other for a couple seconds and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

"I love this song." He smiled.

"She gives my everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her" I sang along to the record softly. My voice was barely audible. John stared at me in a way I didn't know. I had no clue what he was thinking, so we just laid there. We just stared into each others eyes as if nothing was real, and this wasn't weird- because it wasn't.

"BRIAN!" Someone screeched, knocking me out of my little memory, "Darling, I'm so fucking tired, I'm not ready for school." Freddie ran up to me whining, leaning against the locker next to mine. I nodded in agreement, allowing my eyelids to fall, "Hey! That didn't mean you could sleep standing up, poodle. Let's get to class early. I wanna see Mr Taylor."

"Why?"

"Well, I want you to see him." He smirked.

"He probably wont even be there, Fred."

"Uh? Mr Taylors a faggot- yes he will." He laughed as I chuckled along, "So since my dick was down your throat maybe a week or two ago? And, you get a boner when you see Mr Taylor now? Are you going to finally admit you're gay?"

I let out a loud sigh, "No."

"Why!" He whined as we began to rush to class. I shrugged lazily. 

I just didn't want to admit it. Not after...Not after John. Not after what happened. That still tortures me to this day and I even get severe panic attacks over it. I literally cant think or breathe, I sweat, I-