Now it is a couple of hours later. We're half-asleep and half-awake, and Roger hugs me, murmuring, "Hmm... I do love you, M." He kisses me, and I stroke his hair, again.
"Yeah, Rog, I definitely love you, too."
We just sit there dreamily for a few minutes, when I glance over at the clock, and see that it is 5:15 pm. Rog says, "Why don't we take our showers, an' then I'll take you out to dinner?"
I smile, and agree. "That sounds wonderful. I'd love to."
We decide that we can't bear to be away from each other for the length of a shower, so we take one together.
When the both of us get out, Roger puts on his grey sweater and dark grey slacks from before, and I put on my really only nice dress, a black, short-sleeved velvet dress that I had had before I left home. I also put on my black flats. (I don't want to tower over Roger.)
"You look fabulous," he compliments me, as he gives me one lone kiss on my bare neck.
"You don't look so bad yourself," I say as I wrap my arm around his waist. He puts his arm around my shoulders, acting as my jacket as we walk outside. Roger and I decide to use his car this time, just in case we stay at his house tonight, so he can go to work tomorrow.
It's cold in the car again, so Roger and I stay close, hoping the extra body heat will warm us up. Soon we are at the restaurant he wanted to take me to.
"Wow, Rog! Anothah lovely place of yours..." I trail off, and he hugs me.
"Thanks... now, let's go on inside, an' see if we can get a table, eh?" He smiles at me, and I smile back.
It's amazing, really. I can almost feel and see the love beaming from Roger's eyes as he gazes at me through the candelight. The waiter comes to take our order. Everything on the menu looks so good, I have no idea what to choose!
"Well," starts Roger, "the lady and I shall each have a steak, done to medium."
I smile. He knows me so well!
"And to drink, we shall have cokes," Roger finishes. As the waiter walks away from the table, Roger grins at me. "Did I order correctly?"
"Perfect," I answer, meaning it. We just gaze into each other's eyes.
Dinner just breezes by, and so we go back in the car, to my house.
Once back, Roger and I sit down on my couch. "Well, I'd like to stay the night, but I 'ave to sadly work..." he trails off.
"Oh... me too..." I remember. Damn it, one nice guy, and we both have to go to work the next day.
"When can I see you again?" he asks, looking hopeful.
" 'Ow about Friday night? Is that good?"
"Perfect."
We kiss, and then Roger goes back to his car, and drives away. I sigh, walk back inside, and get ready for bed.
The next morning is just like every other, what with me getting up, showering, everything as usual. I got up early for no reason today, just to get things done. Finally, noon time rolls around.
At work, my best friend, Heather Entwistle, talks to me. "So, why weren't you 'ere yesterday?"
"Oh, 'Eath... I met the most *wonderful* guy... 'is name is Rogah Daltrey. 'E's in the Detours. 'Ave you 'eard of 'em?"
"No kidding! I love the Detours! You know, I'm the bassist's sis! John Entwistle... Heather Entwistle! An' tha' guitarist, Pete, is cute!"
"No way! You're John's sis? And Pete? You must be joking! Wot about 'is nose?" I ask her incredously. Heather finds THE NOSE is cute?
"Well... yeah! Once you've seen 'im a bit, the nose doe'n't seem so big! You know, I actually don' like Rog much. Seems to me like 'e just likes takin' advantage of nice gahls, like you," Heather tells me, looking serious.
"Oh, don' be silly!" I reply. "We found out tha' we love each othah, really!"
"Oh, M! You di'n't sleep wif 'im, did you? Please tell me you didn't!"
"Why?" I ask, getting indignant.
" 'E uses tha' line on every gahl, just to get 'im in bed wif 'im, I'll bet! You COULDN'T 'ave fallen for it! Please!" Now she looks really concerned.
"Well... wot if I did? 'S my life! I can do as I please! An' besides tha', I-I've got work to do. Bye, 'Eath."
I quickly dash over to the other side of the restaurant. It can't be true! No, I WON'T let it be true! Rog does love me, I don't care what Heather says. I know he does! I can see it in his eyes. But then, how much do those blue eyes really tell you, except for "c'mere for a bit"? Oh, no... what if Heather's right? My whole life might be wasted.
I'm having a bit of trouble focusing on my work. I mean, if Rog's only in our relationship for the bleeding sex, he can go off and find another sucker. Good. I have it all planned out. One problem... I believe I love him.
The excrutiatingly long work day has finally come to a close. I sigh, pack up my things, and go home.
Home again. So lonely... empty, no one here but me. The phone rings. I half-heartedly pick it up. " 'Ello?"
"Hi, M. Surry 'bout wot I said at work today. 'S just tha' I don' want you to get 'urt, you understand, right?" It's Heather.
"Yeah, 'k. I understand. But... does 'e *really* use tha' line on every gahl? 'Cos I'm afraid I've got a bit of a crush on 'im..."
"I can see why! Ah well. Um, why don't ya come ovah? Got sumtin' to show ya."
"Okie, I'll be right there. Bye."
"Bye."
I quickly get in my car, and drive over to Heather's house. "Okay, 'Eath, wot's the thing ya got to show me?"
" 'Ey, fellas, she's 'ere!" Heather calls out to someone who obviously isn't me. I look through the doorway, and lo-and-behold... The Detours!
" 'Eath? Wot's goin' on?" I ask, purely confused by this point.
"C'mere, M! The guys are practising! I thought you'd want to 'ear 'em!"
"Oh, sure..." I agree, and sit down on the couch.
Now that I get a closer look at Heather and John, I can see that they do kinda look alike. I almost smack my forehead now for not realizing it before. Even when Rog had told me John's last name.
The guys play a few rock favorites, and they sound great. Rog looks over at me, but I can't return the fond gaze. I don't know if he's putting it on, or if it's sincere. I almost feel a little... dizzy, I guess is the word for it.
" 'Ey, M, you olright?" Heather asks, looking concerned.
"Naw, I'm fine..." I trail off.
"Dammit, Rog, you're off on the 'armony again!' Pete snaps. I must look a little surprised at the sudden outburst, because Heather rolls her eyes as if to say, "It 'appens all the time... don't worry."
The two argue for a little while, and then decide to give up, as it's not going anywhere. John and Doug sit there, looking bored. "So, M, you've lasted more than a day in the Daltrey-book! That's a new record, for 'im! 'Ow'd you do it?" Pete asked me sarcastically.
"Aw, lay off, Pait!" Heather commands, before Rog has a chance to respond. Pete shrivels under her harsh tone.
"Aw, surry, babe!" he quickly apologizes, and kisses her. This public display of affection throws me off guard. Okay, Heath had told me that she thought that Pete was cute, not that she was going out with him! Well, whatever.
The guys go back to playing for a little bit, and then Doug says he has to leave. He does, so it's just the three of the Detours, Heather, and me.
"Okay, well, I know that M and Rog know each other, but everyone else is left up to me to introduce, innit? Okay. Emily, this is Pete Townshend, the lead guitarist for The Detours, and my boyfriend. John Entwistle is my brother and the bassist," Heather explains with a grin.
" 'Ello, Jun. 'Ello, Pait," I say, shaking hands with each of them, again.
"An' as I've said before, you olready *know* Rog..." Heather trails off, smiling slightly.
"Yes, we do..." Roger says as he kisses my hand. I laugh, and John rolls his eyes.
"Well, uh, 'Eath, we ALL met Emily two nights ago! You don't 'ave to be so formal!" Pete laughs.
"Any'ow, I think 's time tha' you blokes got outta me 'ouse. Bye now! Oh, but M, you can stay, I suppose, 'cause 'Eath invited ya..." John trails off.
"Why?" Pete asks indignantly.
"Because I'm bloody sick of 'aving you all around. No, 'onestly, I 'ave a long shift tomorrow. I wanna get a good night's rest," John replies flatly.
"Fine," sighs Roger. "Bye, 'Eath, M, an' Jun. C'mun, Pait."
Pete sighs too, not wanting to leave Heather, it seems. He pulls her in for a long kiss, and then the two walk out.
After they've left, Heath replies, "Tha's not true, Jun! I know your schedule, and you bleedin' 'ave tomorrow off!"
John shrugs, and smiles a little. "I was gettin' sick of 'em!"
Heather rolls her eyes, and I laugh a hearty laugh. That was a stupid reason... but funny none the less! I really do like John. He's got the same sense of humour as Heath--sick!
"Well, I should probably leave you, too, shouldn't I?" I ask, heading out the door.
"No! Stay for a moment! I've got to talk to you..." Heather tells me, dragging me up into her room.
"Okay, okay!" I laugh, and wave goodbye to John, who's also laughing. He waves back.
Now we're in Heather's room. It looks pretty cool, as she has bunches of pictures that she took, herself, of the boys in the Detours. Very cool! "So, 'Eath, wot is it tha' is so urgent?"
"Look, I know tha' you slept wif Rog an' tha' you think you love 'im, but I've got to tell you, he's not your type! 'E's too... tough! Not to say you can't 'andle 'im, just tha' you shouldn't be wif 'im! 'E'll end up usin' you, I know it!" she exclaims. I can't believe what she's saying.
"Wot in bloody 'ell are you talkin' about?! I *DO* love 'im, an' 'e loves me! Why can't you accept tha' fact?"
"Because it's not true, tha's why! An' Jun likes you! Oop....."
"WOT?!"
"Ah... nuffin'! Nuffin' at all. You di'n't 'ear tha'..."
"Yeah I did. You said Jun liked me! So tha's why you're tryin' to get me away from Rog! Just 'cos Jun likes me. Crikey. I'm gettin' outta 'ere, tha's all. Goodbye." I storm out, cold as ice.
I can't believe her! My best friend, telling me to go away from the man that I love, just for her bloody brother! Christ.
Once home, I jump down onto my bed, feeling a little put out. After all, I don't want to be with John! Bloody hell. I think I'll call Roger, right now.
" 'Ello?" a familiar voice asks.
" 'Ey, Rog! 'S Emily. Wot's up?"
"Not much. Quite boring ovah 'ere. Ya wanna come ovah?"
"Sure. I'll be right ovah!"