Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality.

JOHN'S POV

I just had to find that diary.
The room was dark, the only light source was the dim, blue moonlight, coming from the window right above Roger's bed.
The room was quite messy with clothes lying all over the bed and the chair which was standing next to the writing desk.

I had to be fast with finding the diary now, because Roger was right outside in the living room, partying and he could have entered his room any second now.
My heart was beating fast as I sneaked towards the night table next to the bed.
There were three drawers, I opened the first one from above - it was filled with a few condoms and a little bottle of some kind of alcohol.
Then I opened the second one - empty. Just a few pieces of paper, all of them blank.
I was about to open the third and last one but suddenly, I heard a muffled knock on the door.

I paused startled and gulped, slowly turning towards the door.
My heart was racing as I was holding my breath.
Roger would have probably wanted to kick me out of the band if he'd find me snoop around his bedroom.
The music from outside the room sounded muted and I couldn't really tell if someone was about to enter the room.

After a few seconds of bearing, nothing happened.
A relieved breath escaped my mouth and my gaze drifted towards the drawers again.
I opened the last one, hoping to find the blue diary - but nothing. It was empty.

I looked around the room. Maybe he had hidden it in one of the drawers in his desk.
Slowly, I moved towards the desk, which was filled with papers and pens, distributed all over the wooden surface.
I wanted to open the first drawer on the left, but all of a sudden, the door opened!

I panicked and my breathing got heavy as my gaze raced around the room, searching for a hiding place.

ROGER'S POV

I was proud of myself, convincing Brian to have a little adventure with me inside my room, whilst there was a party going on right next door, in the same flat.
Normally, he would have never done that, for the simple reason of it being too risky. They could have heard us, after all. Or someone could have seen us.
Brian was such a careful and sensible person, planning everything ahead. But this time it seemed like he was up for a spontaneous hook-up which I was actually excited and happy about.
He was really tipsy, maybe he'd just agreed on my suggestion because of that, but that didn't matter.
Right now, I was really horny and up for it, and so was Bri. Probably because of the many drinks which had made us feel like we could fly. Everything was spinning and Brian looked even more beautiful than usually, even though the room was fairly dark and I could just make out hiscontours.

I closed the door behind me and locked it, to make Bri feel a little less anxious.
We decided not to switch on the lights and just get it on.
Brian sat down onto the bed, smiling at me.

"Come here, Roggie" His voice sounded so sweet but also a little drunk. He let himself fall back into the bed, as he was waiting for me.
I smirked and already took off my shirt, then I sneaked closer to him as he wasn't paying attention. I jumped onto the bed and topped him, supporting my upper body with my arms, as my eyes met his.
His smile returned after a short moment of surprise, then he wrapped his long arms around my upper body and pulled me down, towards his face, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.

The kiss turned into more intense making out as Brian started stroking over my back. I unbuttoned his shirt, without stopping the kisses and started kissing his chest which he seemed to enjoy, maybe a bit too much.
I could tell how turned on he was.
Funny, how alcohol could bring out people's primal instincts.

JOHN'S POV

My heart was still racing and my whole body was shaking, filled with adrenaline as I was peeking through the small slot of the wardrobe, I was hiding in. Roger's fancy jackets were hanging right above me, as I was crouching in the corner of the big, wooden wardrobe, trying not to make a noise which was really difficult as the wood tented to creak with every move I made.

My heart broke as I had to watch Roger and Brian making out - and not just that. They seemed to be up for much more than that.
I didn't want to watch as my heart was aching but at the same time I couldn't look away.
I felt how my eyes started to fill with tears, blurring my vision, which was actually a good thing as I couldn't see all the details anymore which would have made me sob in despair and emotional pain.

There I was, watching my bandmates have sex on New Year's Eve, whilst I was alone, hiding in the closet - literally - drowning in sadness and jealousy, wishing I could switch with Brian so badly.
I had to focus on not making a sound. The urge to whimper was strong, my chest was aching a lot.

BRIAN'S POV

As I heard the distinct sound of the bell, initiating a new chapter in my life, I knew that 1976 would be a great year.
Shortly after that, I heard the loud bangs of the first fireworks.
Roger and I decided not to join the others in the living room to watch the fireworks, but instead we stayed in his room and watched them through the window, together.

I took his hand, slowly, as I was peeking at him instead of watching the colourful lights in the sky. I could see them in his beautiful blue eyes anyways.
I covered the both of us in the white blanket and he leaned against my shoulder, smiling.

The quiet "I love you..." was unexpected, but it made me incredibly happy, causing the urge to cry tears of happiness at that exact moment.
"I love you too" I answered after a while, giving Roger a kiss on his cheek.