working for the cool kids

Death On Two Legs

November 6th 1977
--roger taylors house--

ROGER TAYLORS POV

me and brian were laying on the couch when i heard the phone ring, I groaned and got out of brians embrace. i pick up to phone and immediatly heard someone greet me,
"hello honey! its your mama! i just wanted to say we are coming for Thanksgiving, we know its hard for you to leaave with your job and stuff. so me and your father decided to come down, and we arent taking no for an answer! and you better bring your girlfriend, if you have one. which you better!" my heart stopped.
"oh, uhm, yeah! totally. I'll see you then?"
"oh of course honey, love you!"
"yeah, live you too mom." I heard her hang up and i gently placed the phone down. I take a couple deep breaths before slamming my fist into the closest wall. I start kicking the counters,
"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, mother fucking fuck!" i scream. I curl up in a ball on the floor amd scream in my hands.
"rog? whats wrong, what happened, are you okay. oh my god, did someone die?" I looked up at briam with teary eyes,
"I wish someone died." i sigh and stand up, brian immediatly pulls my into a hug,
"what happened rog?" oh boy, this is gonna take a while to explain.

"sit down Bri, I gotta tell you some stuff." Bri just nodded and headed over to the couch with me.

"so," I started, "my mom just called, shes great. and shes coming here for thanksgiving, with Michael. he is my dad, but I dont call him that. he doesnt deserve the title of being a dad. he wasent abusive, well, maybe he was im not sure. he is just, i dont know how to explain it. he just judges, about like everything. you know called me a girl, gay boy, pussy, everything in the book. they dont know about me being gay, they dont know anything about my personal life. my mom would be fime with it, Michael not so much. he is like death on two legs, and hes gonna be in my house! in my fucking house! fuck! i dont know what to do, she said i better have a girlfriend! I like dick! fuck!"

brian sat for a minute taking everything in,
"you can say you dont have a girlfriend, i dont have to be there you know that rog." I shake my head,
"no, but i need you there." I said with my eyes starting to water.
"how about this," Bri says, "how about we have fred and deaks all come for dinner with your family. I'll be there, and it wont be too suspicious. friend and family Thanksgiving."
"thats actually a good idea Bri. I'll tell the guys tomorrow."
"lets lay down, yeah?" brian offers. I just nod as he grabs my hand, he feels blood my knuckles and frowns a little. he opens a cabneit in the living room and grabs the first aid kit. i had to put a first aid kit in every room, I cant even exist with hurting myself in some way. he wipes the blood off my hand and places some bandaids on my knuckles as gently as he could.
"i think itd feel better if you kissed my boo boos a little." I said with a little smirk, brian giggled and places a kiss on each of my knuckles,
"better?"
"much better." he grabs my hand and leads me to my room.

i lay down and sighed. I felt brian lay down next to me. I snuggled my head against his chest and his arms wraped around my waist.

"I'm so tired of trying to please them, i want to just be striaght up with them and say i like dudes. but i don't want to disapoint." I whisperedd to brian.
"well, do you want to come out to them?" I nod my head,
"then it doesnt matter if you disapoint them, if you want to you can. you dont have to though. it is completely up to you babe. it doesmt matter what they think." brian says against my hair, he is right. it doesnt fucking matter if i am their gay disappointment if a son, I don't even live with them, im a grown fucking adult!

I sit up,
"fuck them! i am a grown ass man, I have my own house, a job, a amazing handsome boyfriend, and great friends. i dont give a fuck if im disapointing them. fuck em'!" brian giggles at my little speech,
"thats the sprit!" brian proudly says, "how about this, lets go on a little date, forget about your shitty parents. lets go get some sushi, i know how much you love sushi." brian stands up from the bed,
"really? I fucking love you!" i say nonchalantly, I hear brians breath hitch, I look at him confused. but it hit me, I stopped dead in my tracks, I slowly turned my head to look at him.
"I, uhm-." I chuckled nervously.
"you- you, love me?" brian asks.

i got to think about this, I mean the only reason I wake up is for brian, the only reason i go to work is to see brian, I want to look pretty for brian, i want to do everything and anything for brian. if he dropped down on his knee and proposed I would say yes. I do. I fucking love brian may.

I nod my head,
"I do love you." right as i said that I can see brians face light up, he grabs me and hugs me so tight I swear I could see stars.
"I fucking love you too, more than you even know." brian whispers in my ear. I giggle pulled away from brian. I give him a quick peck on his lips.
"lets get sushi?" brian says, i nod my head aggressively. i fucking love sushi, not as much as i love brian though. fuck i love him so much, he makes me forget all the bad things thats ever happened to me. i love this man more than anything in the world, more than cigarettes, more than my car, more than my drums, more than life itself.

AN hey guys !! I really dont like this chapter, but thats okay.

-GROOVYLADY