"I don't know, I have so much work to do by Monday." I sighed into the telephone, my eyes drifting to my empty desk as a small smile played at my lips.
This was the first weekend where I actually didn't have any work to do and I was looking forward to a nice quiet night at home. I heard an obnoxious sigh from the blue eyed boy I'd only met a few days prior.
"Oh come on, it's a Friday night. Surely you can spare a few hours away from your studies."
He really wasn't getting the message, and would continue to beg until I gave in. I tapped my fingers against my knees, averting my eyes towards my bedroom door.
What would I even wear?
"I'll introduce you to my band mates and you can get to know them, you'll love them." He said after a few seconds of silence, his voice was nagging, almost whiney as I let out a small laugh.
"Roger, I barley know you as is." I closed my eyes, trying to remember what he looked like, but all I could remember was golden hair and a very colourful, silly hat.
I do know that he was possibly the most attractive boy I'd ever seen in my twenty years on earth. Maybe I could swing by and watch them perform a song or two, and then return home for that bubble bath I had promised myself.
"Let me think about it."
"Great, I'll have one of my mates pick you up around six, you're at number 37 of the green building, correct?" My mouth dropped open and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
This damn boy.
"Roger, I haven't agreed to thi-"
"37 it is." He interrupted, "See you tonight, Larissa."
"It's Claris-" Before I could correct him, the line went silent.
I frowned, staring at the phone before placing it back down on the small coffee table. He clearly did not know how nervous I was when it came to meeting new people, especially since I didn't even know him yet.
I walked towards the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water before taking a sip. My drink would have to be much stronger to get my nerves to calm down.
I quickly came up with a plan to leave my flat and head over to my dad's house, just to make sure no one was home when this friend of his would come to pick me up. That, however, was when I reminded myself that I would rather crawl to the fiery pits of hell before even attempting to have a civilized conversation with my step mother, or as I like to call her, Cruella De Vil.
I rolled my eyes, dumping the rest of my water into the sink before looking up at the clock. I had exactly two hours to mentally prepare myself before his friend would show.
Walking into my room, I gazed at the small picture of George Harrison that was stuck to my mirror. I would hop into a car and meet his band members any day without a second thought. I smiled to myself, opening my closet before spending the next two hours ugly crying while trying to find a pair of pants that didn't look old and ratty.
...
I sat quietly in the passanger seat of yet another stranger's car, my hands folded on my lap as I stared out of the window, large patches of snow lining the roads. My thick coat barely protected me from the icy weather, the winter of 1969 was one of the coldest I'd ever experienced.
"- so yeah, now they have a new vocalist in my place, but Fred's a friend. He's good, but I bet they'll come crawling back as soon as they hear this single I'm working on with my new band." The brown haired boy scoffed, a smug smile on his face.
"Humpy Bong is a great name for a band." I laughed awkwardly, not sure if I meant it or not.
"I think so too, many people seem to disagree with me, however." Tim smiled.
He was nice, he didn't seem to mind picking me up since he lived rather close to me. Maybe this night wouldn't be as terrible as I was expecting, my nerves were still through the roof, though.
It was only a matter of minutes before we stopped in front of the entrance of a pub I'd never even heard of. It was already dark out, and the streets were littered with young people in their fur coats and snow boots.
I followed behind Tim as he confidently strode into the dark pub, we were half an hour late and I could already hear loud music and drunken people singing along. I stuck to Tim as he walked up to a group of people, greeting them as I looked down at my shoes before shaking a few of their hands, introducing myself quietly.
"Alright, alright." A voice called from the small stage and I immediately turned to look at the four boys that seemed to have everyone's full attention.
My eyes immediately fell on Roger who was sitting behind his drums. I must admit, I thought he was lying to get my attention when he told me that he was the drummer of a band, but there he was, in an unbuttoned shirt, drumsticks in hand as he gazed into the small crowed of people that I was apart of. His eyes finally met mine as he smiled, waving slightly. I smiled back before letting my eyes drop back to the floor.
"This next song I think you all might know, and if you do, I would definitely need you all to sing the fuck along!" The singer of Roger's band called, "This is 'Doing alright!'"
Everyone seemed to cheer as Tim placed his hand on my shoulder, "Should we get a drink?"
I nodded, following him to the bar at the very back of the room, "I wrote this song, you know? Me and Brian." He seemed chuffed as he stuck his nose into the air jokingly.
"Where will I be this time tomorrow?" I turned to look at the man with the angelic voice, only now realizing that I had only focused on Roger, but before I could, Tim had dragged me to stand next to him at the bar.
"Beer okay?" Before I could refuse, he had already ordered two. I watched as the bartender filled two large beer mugs before handing them over to Tim.
"There we go, enjoy." I thanked him as I took a sip, scrunching my nose up at the unfamiliar taste. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought, but I definitely wouldn't order it for myself.
We headed back to his friends as the song came to an end and I watched as Roger stood from behind his drums, all four boys now walking off the stage as people cheered, this time I caught a glimpse of their singer blowing kisses to the audience before stepping off of the far end of the stage, unlike his band mates.
It was only a matter of seconds before I felt a hand on my back, quickly spinning around to come face to face with two very beautiful blue eyes.
"I see I got the address right then!" My breath was knocked right out of my chest, much like the first time I'd seen his beautiful face.
"I- yes, yes. You got it." I shook my head quickly, this time taking a large gulp of my beer before he took it from my hands.
"Let me introduce you." He stepped to the side, now revealing two boys who eagerly stepped closer to me.
"John and Brian, this is Larissa." He motioned between us as I frowned. I wondered how many times I would have to correct him before he got my name right.
"Clarissa, nice to meet you." I rolled my eyes playfully, sticking my hand out to shake their hands as both of them laughed, Roger muttering a small "oops" before sipping on my drink.
This was okay, I was fine. This wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be. Roger was the most intimidating but he was friendly, surely I would get along with them all just fine.
"I say we get a shot to celebrate! Tonight was our best by far!" Roger cheered, grabbing Tim and I before dragging us back to the bar, John and Brian following close behind.
Had we missed their entire show? I knew we were half an hour late but I was sure that they would be playing for at least an hour. I guess I was wrong.
I swallowed hard as a tiny glass of clear liquor was placed in my hand. I smelt at it, immediately cringing. Oh how I hated Tequila, it was poison in my eyes.
"To us!" The boys cheered before they all lifted their glasses to their lips, I quickly did the same. It took every bit of self control in me to stop myself from pulling a horrendous face as the drink fried my insides.
"Oh, dear Lord." I muttered to myself, looking up to find Brian laughing as he took the empty glass from me.
"Not your favourite?" He grinned.
"Not even slightly."
I felt slightly uncomfortable as I tucked my long, brown hair behind my ear. Roger and Tim seemed to be in deep conversation so I decided to face the other two boys. "Weren't there four of you on that stage?" I finally got the courage to ask.
"Oh yeah, but Freddie probably went to say hello to his girlfriend and her friends. He should be joining us, eventually." Brian nodded.
I averted my gaze to John, he sure was quiet but he had a friendly smile and that made me like him anyway.
"How long have you and Rog known each other?" He finally spoke, now drawing Roger's attention at the mention of his name.
"Oh, we go way back." Roger lied shamelessly. I raised my eyebrows at him as he grinned, doing the same.
"We met four days ago, I believe. When he came stumbling into the store I work at and asked where the bathroom was before puking all over the floor I had just scrubbed." I corrected, earning a laugh from all three of his friends as he rolled his eyes, leaning back against the bar.
"Cheeky little thing, aren't you?" He muttered.
"No, just honest."
For the entire night, I managed to find myself laughing at almost everything the four boys were saying. There were a lot more tequila shots than I wanted there to be but I seemed to get more comfortable with each one I drank, and so did Roger's hands, apparently.
"What is it you do for a living?" Brian slurred, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. His curly dark hair stuck up in all different directions and his eyes were bloodshot.
Roger had his arm around me, holding my waist and occasionally squeezing me. They definitely had a lot more to drink than I did.
"I study law, actually!"
John smiled at Brian, muttering as he laughed, "That explains why Roger is so eager to be friends with her."
They both laughed as I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"
"We all know Roger will need a lawyer eventually." Deaky began.
"Suprised he hasn't needed one yet." Brian chipped in.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I laughed along with them. After some of the stories I'd heard, it was safe to say that Roger should've been in jail at least three times by now.
"You bunch are the loudest motherfuckers in this damn pub, I could hear you all from across the bloody street, I mean really!" I heard a voice from behind me, feeling Roger's arm drop from my back as he turned around in his seat.
"Did you have a good time with Mary in the hotel across the road then?" Roger laughed.
"My dear, we barely made it to the damn hotel." He laughed.
I slowly turned around in my seat, my eyes growing wide as they met the dark eyes of the last remaining member of Roger's band.
All I could see were cheekbones and a perfectly prominent nose. His front teeth were peeking from between his full lips and he had long, curly, black hair, messy from whatever he had been getting up to before he came to join us.
He was extremely skinny, his thighs were probably as thick as my arms and his legs were long. He was all legs and I was not prepared to experience more beauty after I had only just gotten used to Roger's beauty.
My eyes fell to the floor once again as I nervously started fiddling with my fingers. I needed more of that damn tequila and I needed it now!
"Who is our guest?" He spoke softly, almost like he didn't want me to hear him.
"This is Lar- Clarissa. Hah! I remembered. Clarissa." Roger laughed.
I looked up when he took a step forward, frowning as he looked me up and down. "Who are you here with?"
"I'm a friend of Roger's."
"Oh, so I won't have to remember your name for very long then." He smirked before turning all of his attention back on Roger.
"Now where can I find a damn drink?"