*
I'm off my head and my mouth's getting dry.
I'm high, But I try, try, try
Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
*

I froze up.

I was shocked, even though I knew nowadays that everything could happen with Brian, but the kiss seemed a bit too random, even for him. His arms went around my waist and pushed me closer to him and I definitely needed to do something, but my mind seemed not to come up with what my body was supposed to do in such a circumstance. Luckily he pulled away, before I needed to react.

"You're not a great kisser."

His words seemed to do the trick, because finally I tried to push him away, but he only let go of me a little bit. "Maybe next time you kiss somebody who actually wants to be kissed by you..." I remarked.

He laughed. "Would you have liked it more if it was Keith, Bill or that lad from the Who?"

"I don't want anybody. How do you suppose I do that? Live every day with someone who I say die every time he touches me, have children, who also die before my eyes and for what? Thank you I rather stay alone. Even if it's only for one night, I couldn't feel at ease... Death isn't really a huge turn on, you know."

He frowned. "Doesn't that death excuse get boring?"

I rolled my eyes. "It maybe would, if it wasn't all I ever see and what do you suppose, I just tell everyone about it? It's the best I don't have relationships whatsoever. I don't know what you want to call what we have, but that's working so well isn't it?"

"Well I think you call it dating and it is really simple if you played along." He said and tried to pull me close again, but I fought against him and this time he let go off me.

I scoffed. "We are not dating and I'm not some puppet, you can pull along..."

He sighed. "After today probably everyone thinks we do and I just want you to be a bit more open about it. I mean, your friend can force you to a party, but when I do it is wrong? Please tell me the difference."

He had a point, but Mary was my friend and Brian well was... Did it really matter, what he was? "I was accompanying her, nothing more. She's my friend and I don't like her leaving on her own. That's different."

"She was George Harrison date and you were just her luggage. She probably only took you with her to make herself look better." He scoffed.

"She's my friend. She wouldn't do that, she thought she was doing me a favour."

He snorted. "Who drops you in a heartbeat when somebody more worthwhile is there? You're just with her because it is convenient for her. "I shook my head. "I was looking for you and she wasn't even worried that you had disappeared? Do you know why? She didn't care."

"Shut up! That's none of your business anyway and I know that nobody cares for me! Just stop..." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." He started, but I didn't want to hear is excuses. He was about to touch me again, but I hit his hand away. Water. Suffocating. Death

"You didn't mean to? Really? You're always driving up my walls and make me either upset or uncomfortable! I- Brian, if we really want to make this work, we need to respect each other and not after each other throats all the time." I took a deep breath. "I don't like drawing too much attention to my person and I'm not really good with people. I don't like being touched and rather stay on my own than admit I am lonely. I don't do parties, because there are too many people, even going to a concert is a torture. Mary often forces me to these things, that's true, but I need that from time to time and I even enjoyed today. Bill and John were really nice, no matter, what you think their intentions were. I might have overreacted when you wanted me to go with you to the party, but it's different if you tell me I'll go with you somewhere than with Mary. I didn't even know it was the same party until I saw you, Bill made me think about it, but well it wasn't like I wanted to stay there anyway. Mary usually doesn't care for such things as well, so I just assumed it was some normal party and not the place to be. If I had known I probably would have stayed at home."

"Why is it different, if you go with me than Mary? I wouldn't have made you change your clothes and wouldn't have left you." Brian mumbled.

I snorted. "Really? You were complaining about my clothes before... And it's just if I go with her somewhere I'm just Mary's friend or in this case the tag along of George Harrison's date. Nobody would mind me too much, because I'm nobody, but if I go somewhere with you, I am your friend, date or whatever and people would mind me. You saw how they reacted back there."

"Then ignore them. It's not important what they think. Half of them think me insane and I am probably am, but only the best are. They are just jealous." He exclaimed.

I scoffed. "You don't need to act so tough with me. I know that their words affect you too, but you're probably right I put too much mind behind it."

"You know me pretty good for someone I haven't known that long." He sounded surprised.

I sighed. "You said it yourself we're similar in a way and I want to believe I can help you."

He pulled me towards him again and hugged me. Water. Suffocating. Death. I could hear a small thank you.

The ride soon came to a stop and we got out. Brian paid the cab driver and we got into his home. We didn't talk much after that. It was late and I just wanted to sleep. The visions had drowned my energy. I took a quick shower and went to sleep. Again I found Brian siting on my bed and asked myself if he was going to make a habit out of this, but I suspected he was going to ask if he could sleep in my bed or if I in his and he did. I sighed, but accepted as long as he didn't restart kissing me or anything. I lay down in his bed and soon feel asleep. Even the vision I got when Brian lay down next to me, wasn't so bad it was the one of the hospital and I wondered again how his vision could just change so fast.

I usually slept long on a Saturday and I did this time as well. When I woke up it was already afternoon. Brian was still asleep and I got up. I went to the kitchen and prepared me something small to eat. No matter how hung over you felt and empty stomach won't do you no good. I made me some coffee with some shot, of course only for the hangover. I normally wasn't really a coffee drinker, but it peppered you up more than tea. Brian's fridge still was pretty empty at least I found some bread this time and some eggs. I was just about to finish, when the door rung.

I was unsure Brian was still sleeping and probably wouldn't open up, but could I really just do this? I mean it wasn't my home. I sighed. I could at least see who was there. I went to the door and looked through the peeping hole and I was a bit surprised to see Bill. But at least I know I probably was save to open the door now.

"Hey Bill, eh... Brian's still sleeping, but if you want to come in, I don't think he would mind. I made some coffee if you want." I said as I let him in.

"Eh... sure." He mumbled and followed me back to the kitchen. He was standing there a bit awkward and observed me like he couldn't really understand why I was here in the first place, making me embarrassed too.

"I can look if Brian's awake now? Or do want a cup of coffee?" I offered.

He shook his head and seemed like I had ripped him out of his thoughts. "Eh... No actually I wanted to talk to you." I frowned. "About Brian. I mean it's just so strange. You and him. You're not his usual type and I don't want you to end up hurt or anything. You're really a nice girl and I don't get it. You're not after fame nor money, so why Brian? Why did you choose him?" His words were kind but there was something off about him.

"Bill are you drunk?" I asked.

"Yes, No, Maybe? Doesn't matter you shouldn't be with Brian anyway, he's going to ruin you." He was trying to touch my hand, but I pulled it quickly away. I already knew too many deaths without his added to the list. He sighed. "You really should get away from him. I'll help you, Keith would too, think about it. Brian is a sinking boat and you really don't want to go down with him."

"Bill, that's enough. I don't want to throw you out, but please leave us alone." I hadn't even seen Brian enter and judging from Bill's reaction, he hadn't either.

"Alright I'll leave, but think about it, Charlie." Brian showed him to the door and I was left alone in the kitchen with a coffee, which I wished was much stronger now to swallow Bill's words. Keith had warned me as well, not as dramatic as Bill had just done, but it still got me curious. I knew Brian was not the easiest going person out there, but shouldn't at least his friends accept him? Was this the reason he preferred having a stranger in his life than the people he was friends with? I could of course ask Brian about it, but it didn't really seem like a good talking topic, especially after everything. I'll try to stay on his good side at least before I talk about a touchy subject or wait until he tells me what's going on between them. He mentioned they wanted him out, but still I just couldn't understand why.

"You shouldn't have let him in..." Brian said to me as he came back in to the kitchen. I offered him a coffee too, which he gladly took and sat down with it by the table.

"I thought it might have been important... Something with your band or anything. He's your friend, I couldn't have known that it would well turn out like this."

He sighed. "It's alright... I just had imagined my morning a bit differently."

"Well good thing then that it is afternoon." I pointed out and sat down on the opposite side of him.

He shrugged. "I had no plans for today anyway, besides buying you new clothes maybe."

I shook my head. "You're not buying me things. I am not really your girlfriend and don't need these anyway."

"Maybe but it would be easier if you looked the part, you know? I mean yesterday evening you looked fine, but usually you don't really look attractive and you heard Bill. You're not my type and if a drunkard questions why we're together than probably everyone does and it will just be harder."

I sighed. He had a point, but that didn't mean I really did agree with him nor did I want him to buy me anything. I could look after myself, but I could hardly tell him what he could do. It was his money and I knew how discussions went with him. I probably should just ask for a minimum and leave the rest to him for the sake of my own peace of mind. It was still too early for an argument or rather I haven't been awake enough for one. "Can I at least wear my normal clothes for work?"

He shrugged "Sure, if you let you hair down. It's actually quite beautiful... The colour at least, the cut not so...Hm, it looks a bit strict, but well so do you.... You need to loosen up a bit. I thought alcohol loosened people but you're still so stiff."

"I don't drink that much..." I mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? You managed to impress the guy from the Who and believe me you haven't seen their drummer..."

I shook my head. "I have seen them a few times at the bar, it's hard not too actually, but I didn't know that Keith Moon drunk that much. He always seems a bit crazy even while playing..."

He laughed. "So you're a The Who fan! I wouldn't have guessed, you look more like you would listen to the Beatles or something more proper."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I get it I'm stiff..."

He smiled. "Well we're going to change that at least a bit. Starting with your clothes."

I rolled my eyes again, but didn't comment on it. I think I heard him chuckle a bit. Brian at least definitely looked amused by me. "Somehow I sense that going shopping with you is no fun at all... I might have a better idea. I buy you clothes and you stay here." I frowned, that didn't sound like a good idea at all. "Hey don't try to argue with me, it's my money and if I want to spend it on you that's my deal. See it like this you get rid of me for the day. "

I sighed. I could hardly tell him what he was supposed to be doing, which didn't mean that I liked it in any way. "Do what you want."

"See, that wasn't so complicated." He said smiling.

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Therefore sorry if the progress of this story might seem slow,  I mean we're still November after nearly 20 chapters and we still have until July at least... (or maybe more? d:) But well the relationship between them is important and I don't want to rush it either. They need to get used to each other (or at least come to terms that they need to work together) and that takes time. 

Preview for the next chapter: 

"The Beatles aren't so bad, but he's no Mick Jagger." She joked laughing and even I had to smile. This sounded more like the Mary I know. "He invited me to this party and I thought why not and I felt bad for leaving you out... So I wanted to take you with me, but well I shouldn't have forced you... I was annoyed because you weren't home, I was high and other things... Anyway I guess you ended up being lucky... I mean Brian made a fool out of himself for you..." Something really was off. She sounded sad.

"Mary is something wrong? I mean you're not usually like this..."