Take Your Pick (Oneshot)

Take Your Pick

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Like everyday, I sat around the house, waiting for my fiancé Brian to get home from work. Brian was a famous multi-instrumentalist from the Rolling Stones. He founded the band, and I remember when he made the life-changing phone call to Mick and Keith, asking them to join his band.

As time progressed, the year 1966 approached, and the boys were working on an album called Aftermath. A lot of work was going in, and I was feeling lonely, and then, I met Roger.

Roger was an aspiring bassist for his band that he called Pink Floyd. We started out as friends, and then I fell in love with him, knowing it was still completely wrong of me, I had already been with Brian for such a long time, but Brian was becoming more icy. Less caring, not as warm. Fame was getting to him. Fame made the man. I admired his 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, but he seemed to be distancing himself. He was a brilliant man, but he was always coming home late, and he always slept on the couch.

I confided in Roger, who was more than understanding. We were out talking, and I couldn't let go how adorable I thought he was. I couldn't just tell him, and he was a straight man, he'd never date a girl who already had someone. I wanted it to happen, but I couldn't will it to happen.

Should I ask him out? I don't know. I was never good at making decisions. At least Roger cares more than Brian. Brian hasn't even told me he loves me for weeks.

I was too afraid to confront Brian. So I should just date Roger, right?

"Scarlet?" Roger suddenly knocked my train of thought away, "Are you okay? You seem off."

"I'm fine. I...I just don't know. I'm confused."

"I understand. It's hard when things like this happen."

"I just don't know anymore. Does Brian love me?"

"I'm sure he just needs to come around. He'll realize how much he needs you, and that the only way to get over this fame is to have you, not to avoid you."

"Yeah, but what if he's sleeping around?"

"We both know that he most likely isn't."

"Well, he already has five kids somewhere, all out of wedlock!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's crazy. I just get afraid that he'll tell me one day that he doesn't need me, or that he doesn't want me anymore. Whenever I try to comfort him, he tells me off. I'm also afraid, because I've fallen in love with you," I said without thinking.

"You're in love with me?"

"Yeah, and I don't care who knows it anymore. I love you, Roger Waters."

"What about Brian? He needs you."

"To hell with Brian. If he needed me, he wouldn't be so hostile all the time."

"But how will any of this make the situation better?"

"It just will. I need to forget. I'm begging you."

"Okay." He pecked my lips, and when he pulled away, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back to me.

After our 'once-off,' I went home, and Brian was there, drunk, on the couch. As always. I felt guilt for cheating, but anger that he was drunk.

"Hey, Bry."

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. I want to take you upstairs with me."