The next day, I woke up next to Moonie in our double-bed, which was somewhat bigger. He looked so adorable lying there! "Good morning, baby," I said, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He must've been in a joking mood, because he said to me, "Mummy, I don' wanna ge' up," and tickled me!
I burst out laughing. I'm so ticklish! I begged him to stop, and finally he did. He hugged me tight, and said, "I love you, M."
"I love you, too."
Maybe I was just imagining it, but that day, Rog was flirting with me! Heavily. And I could tell that Moonie didn't like it one bit.
"Hi, Emily!" Roger said to me. No one in this band had called me "Emily" since the second I introduced myself. What the? I kept thinking, and Rog flashed me this broil-ice-cubes smile. Moonie went to get something, and Roger sat dangerously close to me. Oh, why did he have to be cute, too?
"Um, hi," I said to him.
" 'Ow're you doin'?" he asked me, flashing me another one of those smiles. God, those teeth!
"Okay, how're you?" I asked him. I started to get nervous. Something had to be up.
"Oh, fine," he replied.
"What do you want?" I finally asked.
He looked kind of suprised. "You," he said.
I must've fainted, because when I opened my eyes, all four members of The Who were crowded around me. I looked up into Moonie's big chocolate eyes.
"Um, are you alright?" he asked me.
"Uh, I guess so..." I trailed off. Accusingly, I said, "What was THAT about, Seņor Daltrey?"
Everyone's head turned to him. "Nothing," he weakly replied, but gave me one of those "we'll-finish-this-later" looks.
That night, Moonie was gone, for some reason, all night. After I had gotten dressed and ready for bed, Roger came into my room, without knocking, but at least the door was opened softly. Well, I thought, let's find out what this is all about.
" 'Ello, Emily," he said to me in this REALLY SEXY voice. I felt kinda faint. "I knew we had to finish this."
I managed to mumble, "Uh - how so?"
Suddenly I remembered the sparseness of my nightgown, and noticed that Rog didn't seem to mind the eyefull. (I'm not a small girl.) To avert his view of me, I got underneath the covers of my bed, but I think he got the wrong idea.
"I see Keef's not 'ere tonight," came the sexy voice again.
"N-no..." I stuttered. "What do you want?" I blurted once more.
"Like I said before, you."
"Why? There are lots of prettier girls out there than me! Hundreds, even thousands," I told him.
"You're the only one I know 'oo as some sense in 'er and a mean punch in 'er fist."
He started advancing towards the bed, with me in it. Damn, I thought, How can I stay faithful to Moonie? He's so... so... hot!
When he sat down on top of the covers, I started to get... well... uncomfortable. The feelings of incredible desire and lust for him, love for Keith, all combining, made me feel dizzy. I couldn't take it much longer. Just looking into those piercing blue spotlights lured me in.
"So," he started, "I can tell that you feel the same way that I do..." He moved closer still, and put his hand on my buried-under-covers legs, "wot 'arm would a bit of fun do us?"
My stomach turned into butterflies.
Before I knew it, I woke up the next morning, Roger right by my side. I felt incredible regret. I loved Moonie so much, how could've I done this to him?
" 'Ey, love," came Roger's voice next to me. "Thought you'd never wake up. Last night was incredible." Rog eyed me, his arm around my waist, holding me closer. He smothered me in kisses, a few of which I couldn't help but return. Why me, I thought, as he gave me a full, long, lasting kiss. He was too good of a kisser and lover.
I felt nearly sick to my stomach again. Here I was, lying naked in bed, next to a man who might possibly love me, when I had someone else who definitely loved me, God-knows-where.
Roger got up and got dressed, and went back to his room. I fretted about after he left, wondering what to do. I went and took a long, cold shower.
When I got out of the shower, I got dressed very quickly. A few minutes after I was done, Keith came into the room.
" 'Ey, 'un! Surry I wa'n't 'ere. I was in a nuther 'otel wif Jun and Pait all night. We 'ad gone off to this recording studio a bit ways away, and it was too far to drive back right away. I'm so 'appy to see you!"
I forced a very natural-looking smile, and we kissed deeply. When, if ever, was I going to tell him about Roger? Maybe Rog and I could keep it "our little secret". I just wasn't sure.
We ended up going to another little club, and in EVERY SINGLE SONG that they performed, Rog stared directly at me, in the audience. Luckily, Keith didn't notice, but I was really starting to feel torn. I knew that every time Moonie wasn't immediately close to me, Rog would hit on me, and every night Moonie was in the recording studio or somewhere, he would make love to me. I thought that my head would explode from stress. Roger, Keith - who, and how, was I supposed to choose?
The next morning, I woke up next to Moonie, after a horrible nightmare. I had dreamed that he found out about my and Roger's night together and had left me, and then Roger didn't want me either. As I jolted up in the bed, Keith instantly woke up, and asked me, "Wot's wrong, 'un?"
"Just a bad dream, love..."
"You look pretty shaken. Why don't you go take your shower now?"
I went to do so.
After I had gotten out and Keith got in, I picked out some clothes quickly. A sky blue blouse with a dark blue miniskirt would work, I thought. I threw on my shoes, and went across the hall to Roger's room (John and Pete now shared one).
He was sitting there with just his pants on. He must've just gotten out of the shower, as I had.
"Come to stay wif me for a while, love, instead of Keef?"
Roger stalked closer to me, and gave me a long kiss. I was afraid that anyone might walk into his room and find me with him, but he didn't seem to care.
I shakily started to say, "W-well, what s-s-should we tell M-M-Moonie?"
He laughed. Darn it! He looked so cute when he laughed. "Wot 'e don' know won' 'urt 'im..." and gave me another long kiss.
Oh, shoot...
I went back to my room before anything else could be done. I was just in time to hear Moonie stopping the shower. Whew! I thought.
" 'I there!" he joyfully exclaimed. "We've got a nuther gig in that club todaiy!"
Great, I sarcastically thought. Another oppurtunity for Roger to stare at me without Keith knowing anything. Wonderful.
On the bus, Rog was singing "Early Morning Cold Taxi". Because it was a bonus track on the album, I had to pretend I didn't know it.
"What song is that, Rog? Who wrote it?"
"Oh," he said, looking almost humble, " 'S called 'Early Morning Cold Taxi', and me an' me friend Langston wrote it."
"Cool..." I trailed off. I knew exactly why he was singing that. God, for the reason I was thinking of, I hoped not! If he loved me too, this was going to be much harder than I thought.
Pete was playing the chords to "Sunrise". It sounded so pretty, I got swept up in it, and started singing.
I never thought that I had that great of a voice, but apparently, they liked it! After the song was over, they all clapped.
I blushed. "I don't think I was that good."
"But you were!" insisted Pete, to which John, Keith, and Roger nodded.
John added, "You wanna join the band if sumt'in 'appens to Rog?"
The bus exploded with laughter.
At the gig, they played some old favorites, all of which I sung along to. I nearly screamed when they did "Happy Jack". I love that song! All I could picture was Rog flipping the coin, Keith and Pete trying to crack the safe, and John and THE PIE!!!
Jeez, did Roger have to stare at me during... well, EVERY song? It was almost funny, because Keith thought that Rog and I hated each other and he was giving me the "death stare" like he used to. But now, it was a loving gaze.
I was upset that night because John, Pete, and Keith were gone again. I wondered what they were recording. I got into my nightgown, and waited for Roger to come in.
I was sort of happily waiting for him, but I was also afraid that something bad would happen because of it.
He came into the room, looking very sexy, barely clad in anything. He was so sexy.
He walked up to me, and gave me another very long, full, delicious kiss. I couldn't take it any longer. I gave into him, him into me.
I woke up in the middle of the night, after the same nightmare, which produced the same effect on me as last time. Roger promptly woke up, and told me to lay back down, that he was going to make me feel alright. I wondered how, then saw that his remedy (fa la la la la la) was more kisses and more "fun", which did work - temporarily.
Then, around six o'clock, I woke up, because I felt Roger waking up. I didn't want him to leave; yet I didn't want to love him. He told me his good-byes, and kissed me two more long times. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, I thought. How long could this go on for before someone realized what was going on?
In the tour bus later that day, I overheard this conversation going on between John and Pete.
Pete said, "I'n't it weird 'ow Rog i'n't bringin' 'ome girls anymore? 'E used to bring 'ome so many..."
"I s'pose that's the more for you then, 'ey Pait?" John replied and laughed.
Pete looked annoyed. "No, really - I think 'e's got a crush on M, the waiy 'e stares at 'er during EVERY SONG. Cor! Wot if Keef 'eard 'bout this?"
John looked pensive, as usual. "There's no need to get 'is knickers in a wad. 'S not like M would let 'im near 'er, anyway."
With that, they both cracked up.
I nearly fainted, again.
Pretending that I hadn't heard anything but their laughing, I walked into that little section of the bus, opening the curtain.
"Hey guys, what's so funny?"
John laughed, " 'E thinks Rog's got a crush on you! I told 'im that even if 'e did, you'd knock 'im flat!"
I acted like I thought that was funny, and said, "Yeah, you're right. I would punch him out."
Then I walked back to where I was sitting, in the back of the bus, with Moonie. I felt so much safer with him than with anyone else, and I didn't even know why. He hugged me, and then we started making out. It was nice to be kissing him for once, instead of Roger. No one came to talk to us; I think they were to afraid of what they'd see! We were still kissing when they sent Roger back to tell us that we were there.
"C'mon, you two," he said scornfully, "We're 'ere now. Le's go." He was such a good actor.
I was beginning to hate the gigs. With two members of the band staring at me, the other two tended to glance at me and shrug, as if to say, "Wot can ya do?" I mean, Rog was probably driving off all the other girls by staring at me, but the scary thought was that I don't think he minded. This was getting ridiculous.
Back on the tour bus, I tried to stay as close to Keith as possible. He was, of course, my steady boyfriend. Roger was near us, but kept his distance. He was too smart. He knew how to hide the fact that he was possibly in love with me by keeping the distance and only staring at me when Moonie wouldn't notice. It seemed unfair, him doing this to me, to Keith; me doing it to them both. I mentally planned to do something about it tonight.
That night, I got to share a bed with Moonie, which was, I thought, the first step. No more Roger, I resolved to myself. No bed, no kisses, nothing. And everything with Moonie.
But the next morning, I felt weird. I had this really awful stomach cramp. I felt totally sick. I kept throwing up. I couldn't have been pregnant - at least, I don't think so. So when the guys went to their gig, I went to the doctor's - walking distance from the hotel, luckily.
Another lucky thing was that they accepted "walk-ins", like me. I was starting to get nervous and worried. If I was pregnant, was the baby Roger's or Keith's?