Well it sure has been awhile. Again.
Title Letters to Roger (Chapter 5)
Pairing Pete/Roger
Author Me, Emily!
Rating This one's PG
Disclaimer I don't own The Who, this is fiction
Summary Pete is frustrated. Letters ensue.
A/N Sorry for such a short chapter, the long hiatuses that I seem to always take, and the cliffhanger. I'm so terrible about these things. Next part should be the finale.
It evidently wasn't enough that Roger had an aching migraine that night. It wasn't enough that Keith had been driving him insane the way that he was acting so unusual the whole day. It wasn't enough that when Roger thought he was going to burst with frustration from all the noise at the bar earlier, that none of his bandmates were to be found. It wasn't enough that Pete had left him worried sick not showing up to their room that night. And on top of it all, it still wasn't enough that at precisely 3:09 in the morning, the blond-haired singer had the worst case of insomnia he could remember having in awhile.
Despite all of the struggles throughout the day though, when Roger thought he had escaped the worst of it, he heard a rustling of papers coming from underneath his door. At first he had thought the sound might have been Pete making a late return, but when he sat up to examine, no one had come through the door. A not-so-melodious whistle accompanied this action, which gave Roger the dreaded notion that whatever it was had to do with Keith. The singer groaned and turned on the lamp next to his bed to see a stack of papers on the floor.
Roger wasn't able to say why it was that he actually decided to get up and grab those papers. Normally, he would have ignored them or tossed them in the trash knowing that they were from Keith and whatever it was couldn't have been that important. There was a long day ahead of him, Roger knew that he needed sleep and whatever had been shoved underneath his door would only prolong his much-needed rest. Nevertheless, he found his feet tiredly dragging him to the door to discover whatever it was that had interrupted his tossing and turning.
And as the singer recognized Pete's handwriting scribbled harshly across the pages, some parts torn and some words violently scratched out, he felt a sick churning in his stomach. It didn't take long for the blond to recognize his name being repeated several times and know that something was wrong. It felt as if a heavy weight had been dropped upon him suddenly, like a cartoon piano from a tall building several floors up had fallen right on Roger's head. He felt his whole body begin to tremble as the weight of Pete's heart spilled out onto those letters grew heavier and heavier. On top of the already pulsing migraine, Roger added nausea to his list of growing problems. As the singer read the last of the third letter, he felt too sick to finish the last one. Roger cringed as he laid back down in his bed, saying goodbye to any remaining hopes of sleep. And as he stared blankly at the wall, he thought to himself that this was the sickest joke Keith had ever played.
Pairing Pete/Roger
Author Me, Emily!
Rating This one's PG
Disclaimer I don't own The Who, this is fiction
Summary Pete is frustrated. Letters ensue.
A/N Sorry for such a short chapter, the long hiatuses that I seem to always take, and the cliffhanger. I'm so terrible about these things. Next part should be the finale.
It evidently wasn't enough that Roger had an aching migraine that night. It wasn't enough that Keith had been driving him insane the way that he was acting so unusual the whole day. It wasn't enough that when Roger thought he was going to burst with frustration from all the noise at the bar earlier, that none of his bandmates were to be found. It wasn't enough that Pete had left him worried sick not showing up to their room that night. And on top of it all, it still wasn't enough that at precisely 3:09 in the morning, the blond-haired singer had the worst case of insomnia he could remember having in awhile.
Despite all of the struggles throughout the day though, when Roger thought he had escaped the worst of it, he heard a rustling of papers coming from underneath his door. At first he had thought the sound might have been Pete making a late return, but when he sat up to examine, no one had come through the door. A not-so-melodious whistle accompanied this action, which gave Roger the dreaded notion that whatever it was had to do with Keith. The singer groaned and turned on the lamp next to his bed to see a stack of papers on the floor.
Roger wasn't able to say why it was that he actually decided to get up and grab those papers. Normally, he would have ignored them or tossed them in the trash knowing that they were from Keith and whatever it was couldn't have been that important. There was a long day ahead of him, Roger knew that he needed sleep and whatever had been shoved underneath his door would only prolong his much-needed rest. Nevertheless, he found his feet tiredly dragging him to the door to discover whatever it was that had interrupted his tossing and turning.
And as the singer recognized Pete's handwriting scribbled harshly across the pages, some parts torn and some words violently scratched out, he felt a sick churning in his stomach. It didn't take long for the blond to recognize his name being repeated several times and know that something was wrong. It felt as if a heavy weight had been dropped upon him suddenly, like a cartoon piano from a tall building several floors up had fallen right on Roger's head. He felt his whole body begin to tremble as the weight of Pete's heart spilled out onto those letters grew heavier and heavier. On top of the already pulsing migraine, Roger added nausea to his list of growing problems. As the singer read the last of the third letter, he felt too sick to finish the last one. Roger cringed as he laid back down in his bed, saying goodbye to any remaining hopes of sleep. And as he stared blankly at the wall, he thought to himself that this was the sickest joke Keith had ever played.