12 - Practice

                                    

                                          
First off: how fucking great is this picture of Roger? I can't. 
Okay let's get on with the story...


                          
"You're lucky I put up with you, Meddows."
                          
"I know, I can't believe it myself, sometimes"
                          
"Stop, don't be so cute, I was making fun of you!"
                          
"I can't help it"
                          
"God, Rog"
I have him a little push. 
                          
We were laying on the couch. It was Saturday so after my homework, I called Roger to meet me at the bar. 
The bar was closed but Roger had brought the bands spare key. They had that, so they could always practice songs after closing hours. Since their band was getting really, really popular. The bar owner Tristan had gotten all four of them a trailer, right outside the bar. 
                          
"You make me say these horrendously cute things, Helena"
                          
"Is that a good thing?"
                          
"It's a great thing..."
...
                          
"Helena?"
                          
"Yes?"
                          
"Will you-"
Roger hesitated,
"Will you be mine?"
I looked at him,
"Your girlfriend, you mean?"
                          
"Yes. Will you be my girlfriend?"
                          
"Of course"
                          
"My god, am I lucky"
                          
"There you go again, with the saying cute things"
                          
"It's your fault"
                          
"How is this my fault?" I laughed climbing on top of him. 
                          
"You're too perfect" Roger smirked, sitting up right. 
                          
I smiled and kissed him. 
                          
All of the sudden I heard the door bursting open. "I called him like five times, I don't understand where he is..."
                          
It were Brian, John and Freddie. 
                          
"Oh, guess we found him" John said, looking at Roger, and me straddling him. 
                          
Freddie clacked his tongue "Roger, this is our practice room, not your little-"
His words were cut off my Brian loudly strumming his guitar. 
                          
I got off Rogers lap "yeah, yeah  I'll leave". 
                          
"No" Brian called out "we want you to stay".
"Yes please do, you can help us with our new song" John agreed. 
                          
Freddie took my hand, Roger immediately snatched it off. 
Freddie made a face at him "oh don't go all Roger on-", "I am Roger!" Roger called out. 
Freddie stared at him "oh yeah, that's right... well"
Freddie looked at me and said "please stay, darling". 
He turned to Roger "if our dearest drummerboy can keep it in his pants".
I laughed and Roger walked to his drumset, kissing me on the cheek on his way over. 
                          
He started readjusting the drums as the others tuned their instruments and Freddie warmed up his voice. 
"Ohooh, Ayooo..."

                          
Brian walked over to me and handed me a sheet of paper "Can you look at this for me? I don't know if it's any good..."