Kate POV

Sunday, December 16, 1973.

After Roger spent the whole day with Josephine, I invited him to dinner at my apartment and even he goes to sleep in my apartment today, because tomorrow we will go to college, the last day of school and I will know if I won the election or not to continue representative of the King's College Student Guild.

Eight in the evening, I finish preparing dinner when the buzzer rings and the doorman said Roger had arrived. He said that he could put his car in the other parking space that I have right and that he can go up to my apartment.

Five minutes later the bell rings. And I see through the magic eye that he is my beautiful friend. I open the door and Roger was with his colorful beret on his head, contrasting with his dark blond hair, he was of glasses, I think that's why he was driving, is with a hot brown blouse, scarf, jeans jacket over , jeans and his red All Star on his feet and carried his backpack in one hand and the other a bottle of wine and smiled at me.

"Good evening, kitten." He smiled, kissing my face. "I think this wine will be great to accompany with the fondue you're cooking.

- Good evening, blondie - I smile at him and kiss on the cheek too - The fondue is ready. Come in, it's cold.

Rog enters my rented apartment and I close the door. It's too cold in London at that time is two degrees and even lit a small fire in the apartment. I take the bottle of wine from Rog's hands and he puts his backpack on the couch.

"The cheese and strawberry fondue with chocolate is ready, wait for us." I told him and we went to the small kitchen.

Roger and I love fondue and as it is cold, I decided to prepare this Swiss cuisine. Roger took two glasses and poured some wine for himself and me. First we started to eat the cheese fondue and drank the wine and talked about the last day of college, which will be tomorrow and the election of the representative of the Student Guild.

"Do not worry, my friend, you'll win the election," Rog said, grinning at me. "You're the most competent one for the job. I will vote for you, for sure.

I smiled at him.

"Thank you for your support, Roggie," he said, smiling at him.

Rog and I continued to talk about the second album of the Queen, which during the month of January, Mick Rock will make photos with the band to release the album, so as photos of the Queen II album cover and back cover and Luke will be your photo helper Unfortunately I will not be in January in London, I will be in Brazil, visiting my mother, my stepfather even though I do not like him and my little brother, Eric. Eric is two and a half years old and is doing leukemia treatment, maybe he has to have surgery, he's better, but I think the surgery will be necessary.

"Your little brother will survive this disease, Kate," Rog said, touching my hand. "Your little brother is a warrior and will win all of this." I hope to meet Eric one day.

I smile excitedly at him and tell Roger that my little brother is struggling with acute lymphoid leukemia and said that when Eric is cured he will stay in London with me for some time.

- And you will love to know my little brother, Rog - I said to my friend.

"I love kids and I'm sure I'm going to love meeting Eric and I'm going to teach him how to play drums," Roger said, smiling.

Roger began to explain the four types of leukemia classification and the four existing subtypes. Roger understands, he's a biology student. As he explained, I got more doubts from him.

"The acute lymphoid leukemia your little brother has is not hereditary, but his cause is not known either. It is known that 9 out of 10 children can cure this leukemia. The disease occurs when the stem cells responsible for the origin of the blood components undergo changes. These blood components are responsible for fighting infections, preventing bleeding and also oxygenating the body. The cells stop working and reproduce very quickly because the disease is acute. This type of leukemia affects the cells that are still being formed, compromising the blood cells. The evolution of the disease is rapid, so it is very important that the diagnosis be given quickly, which was the case of your little brother. So the chances of healing for Eric are over 90%. Do not worry, everything will work out, my angel.

I touch Roger's hands and some tears fall on my face and he dries them with his thumb.

"I do not want to see you crying, please," he said to me, kissing my forehead affectionately.

I hug Roger and then I calm down and continue to eat the cheese fondue and after we finish we eat the sweet fondue, strawberry with chocolate. Roger and I skipped wine too and at the end we were already laughing. I commented with him that I finished writing my first book and from next year I will take it to the publishers to see if any of them are interested in my story.

"I'd like to read your story, now." Roger smiled, drinking wine.

"Not now, my friend," he said, smiling. "But do not worry your book will be autographed as you deserve.

"I'll demand a dedication from you when I have the book in hand, Kate," said Roger, smiling.

After we finished the sweet fondue, we went into the living room still drinking wine and took the Queen album and put it to play and Rog and I listened to the band album attentively and I was impressed to hear my friend's falsetto.

"Your falsetto is incredible, Roggie," he said, sipping wine. "Besides being an incredible drummer, you have a beautiful voice and the best falsetto there is.

He smiled at me sipping wine.

"I'm glad to hear you say that about me, I'm very grateful, my angel, your opinion is very important." - He said to me smiling.

"Do you sing a song for me and play it too?" I asked him to finish drinking my wine.

"It's just you get your guitar and you're going to help me sing," he said.

"Roggie, I have a horrible voice," he said.

"Your voice is beautiful, come on, get your guitar," he said, smiling.

I went to my room and got my guitar I bought recently. I handed to Roger and he began to tune my guitar.

"What song do you want to hear?" He asked looking at me.

"Any song from Paul McCartney, from his solo career. I know your favorite Beatle is Lennon and mine is McCartney. So it could be any song from him, Roggie - I smile at him.

Rog looked at me and smiled.

"I already know the song I'm going to sing and play the guitar." He smiled.

Roger began to make the introduction and then to sing.

And when I go away

I know my heart can stay with my love

It's understood

It's in the hands of my love

And my love does it good

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

My love does it good

Roger sang and played Paul McCartney's song My Love. That surprised me, after all, Roger is not the most romantic guy. As he sang, he looked at me sharply and my heart quickened. And he continued to sing.

And when the cupboard's bare

I'll still find something there with my love

It's understood

It's everywhere with my love

And my love does it good

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

My love does it good

He motioned for me to continue singing.

Whoa-whoa, I love, oh-whoa, my love

Only my love holds the other key to me.

Oh-whoa, my love, oh-oh, my love

Only my love does not matter to me

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

My love does it good

At the end Roger and I sing:

Do not ever ask me why

I never say goodbye to my love

It's understood

It's everywhere with my love

And my love does it good

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

My love does it good

Whoa-whoa, I love, oh-whoa, my love

Only my love does not matter to me

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

When we finished singing, he smiled at me and praised my voice.

"Your voice is beautiful, Kate, just beautiful, you should sing more often, you know? He smiled.

"Music for me is a hobby, my dream is another." I smile at him. "Anyway, thank you very much.

He kissed my face slowly stroking my hair and my heart racing once more.

"And you liked the song then?" He asked looking at me.

I smiled at him.

"I love this new Paul McCartney song," he said. "I thought I'd just sing that song for your girlfriend, Josephine, after all you're not a very romantic boy, Rog, please do not take this as a sham, I'm just telling the truth.

- Actually I'm not the most romantic guy in the world - he said looking at me - But I'm also not entirely insensitive, I have my romantic moments and also this song of McCartney's amazing. I wanted to find a love like that, I mean ...

At that moment he stops saying and he keeps quiet.

"Rog, you've been with Josephine for five years and you've never really loved her?" - I asked.

He sighed and looked at me.

"Kate, I really like Josephine, she's beautiful, cool, funny, intelligent, an incredible woman, but I do not really love her," he said, looking at me. "Unfortunately, I do not love her. I like her, her company, the sex we have, our intimacy, our fellowship, but it's not real love. I believe that everything that happened to me in the past, the separation of my parents, the domestic violence, the betrayals I had in previous relationships, all this influenced.

"You should give a chance for a real love, Roggie," said the gaze. "A real love is difficult these days, I agree, but we must not give up hope, I still hope that at some point I will meet someone very much special on my way.

Rog smiled at me and I smile at him.

"Maybe you're right, Kate. Should I open my heart to great love, perhaps? He said looking at me in a mysterious way.

"It's not maybe, it's certain, Roggie. We need love in this life, do not you think? I smile at him.

Rog and I looked at each other in silence, for a moment. Until I resolve to break this uncomfortable silence.

"Please teach me to play this beautiful song on the guitar?" I asked smiling.

- Of course, Kate - He said excited and he handed the guitar to me and began to explain the chords that were part of the song and how to play it.

Roger taught me patiently. We went to sleep more than midnight.

Monday, December 17, 1973.

I cooked breakfast for Roger and me. Roggie had slept in the guest room, which was already tidy. It was after six-thirty in the morning, and Roggie walked into the kitchen and greeted me with a kiss. I put the teapot for breakfast, on the table with cake I had prepared, bread, cheese and jelly. We had coffee and left my apartment at seven in the morning. Roger drove quickly toward King's College and we arrived at seven-thirty sharp and each went to his classroom. Around noon all the students went to the great courtyard and put their vows in each urn. Roger voted for me and showed his vote for me and he put it in the urn. I saw Scott watching us from afar. After what he did, I think he was ashamed of the events and moved away from me a little. And now I'm too smart with him. I do not trust him. After everyone voted, the polls would be counted and the result will be released in two hours. Roger and I had lunch in the college cafeteria. And at two o'clock in the afternoon, the result came out and I was the great winner. From February next year, I will continue in my role as representative of the students of the Student Government of King's College.

Roger hugged me tightly and turned me in the air.

"I said you would win, my friend." He said kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank you for having voted for me, thank you for being by my side," he said, kissing the tip of his nose.

"We're friends, Kate," he said, hugging me, and Scott approached us, and he and Roger looked at each other.

"Congratulations, Kate, for the election," Scott said.

"Thank you, Scott," he said. "I promise I will continue my work with college students at King's College."

Scott glared at Roger and walked away.

- This guy does not like me - Roger said looking at me - But, you know? I also do not like him and fuck him if he looked at me with ugly face. That does not matter to me, what really matters is your victory.

It's so wonderful to have Roger's support.

To be continued.