A/N: Okay, I didn't get any reviews last time… though I didn't really wait that long… about a day or so… ANYWAY I really liked writing this so I'm just gonna update again okay? Lol! Anyway, if you're reading this story and like it PLEASE REVIEW:D Thank you! I'm going to say that this chapter is taking place during Roger's childhood…
Disclaimer: I do NOT own RENT or Roger Davis… I just own a few of his memories is all…
I'm Ready For My Close Up
Eww… Cooties!
I think there comes a time in every man's life when he has to face the facts… the hard, cold, and cruel reality. And that, my friends, is that fact that one day you are going to be a personal slave. One day most men are going to find a significant other and then you are tied down for life. Cooking and cleaning and pleasing and overall just… just being a personal slave. Not that it's an entirely bad thing… I love Mimi who I think is my commitment for life… or what's left of it. I'm just making a point that there is always that one day when the cold truth washes over us like a wave… and for me that was in about fourth grade.
(Flashback)
"Come on Davis! Truth or dare?" Paul shouted one day at recess, watching the squirming Roger with delight. Paul seemed to enjoy the suffering and inner turmoil of other people… always the morbid one.
"Umm… do I really have to?" Roger asked nervously, not really wanting to back down from a challenge although Paul and his lackeys were known for really coming up with nasty and unthinkable dares. Paul grinned evilly and coldly down at the other boy with his gray eyes twinkling. The blonde boy cringed at this look but tried to maintain eye contact.
"Come on Davis, truth or dare?" he asked again evenly. Roger fidgeted, green eyes scanning the area as though looking for help. All the poor boy in the denim jacket could find though was a bunch of giggling girls and boys playing kickball in the far field.
"Okay, truth," Roger answered finally. Truth seemed like the only way out of this wormhole… or at least he thought so.
"Not an option!" Paul crowed and received approving smirks from his "friends". Roger started quickly and stared in horror at the dark haired boy.
"What? I just said truth and now it's not an option?" Roger cried in despair. Paul shook his head craftily and gave Roger a few tuts.
"Tisk, tisk Davis! I heard you loud and clear… you said dare," Paul suggested, raising his eyebrows menacingly. Roger just gulped and nodded quickly in understanding. Paul smirked again and tapped his chin mockingly. "I dare you to…" suddenly Paul's face had a look on his face as if he had just struck gold… which he probably had. "Kiss Susan G. Rider."
(End flashback)
That Paul was a real jerk I remember… always got away with everything and enjoyed pushing everyone around. This time though he had really taken the cake… although I suppose you would understand better this little boy's evil and morbidness if I told you why this was so terrible. You might think that Susan is just a girl but trust me that is far from the case.
Susan G. Rider was probably THE most popular girl in school. She wore the best clothes from the best designers, never was caught saying a nasty swear word, and she even flossed three times a day like you're supposed to! The girl was untouchable… if you even tried she would just give her thick brown hair a toss and cock a well manicured eyebrow at you. To even think of approaching this girl if you were of the opposite sex was terrifying, especially since her brother was in fifth grade AND was supposed to be a freshman. In high school.
(Flashback)
"What?" Roger cried, eyes wide in fear and shock. Everyone knew that Susan G. Rider was an unthinkable desire… no guy even trusted himself to want her. Although not many guys had that problem… it was only the fourth grade and cooties were the big deal on campus.
"You heard me Davis, I dare you to kiss Susan G. Rider," Paul grinned. The cruel boy laughed coldly as Roger had a mild panic attack.
"But that would involve me… actually touching her!" Roger cried in evident distress. Just the mere thought of it made Roger's flesh crawl. Paul just smirked again and pointed dramatically to where there was a cluster of gossiping girls.
"Either go over there Davis… or back out," Paul said coldly, eerie smile still in place. Roger's breath caught in his throat and his heart started to hammer wildly. Her brother wasn't at recess because he was a fifth grader… but the fourth grade recess was coming to an end. Soon the fifth graders would be coming out… but if Roger timed it just right.
"All right… all right… I'll do it," Roger agreed wearily. Paul looked almost surprised at this sudden agreement but instantly remained stoic. Roger timidly got to his feet and his heart was now beating wildly and painfully. He was sure that everyone in the whole playground but Roger continued forward nonetheless.
"It's gotta be full on Davis!" Paul called one last time before once more falling silent and watched his prey. "Davis is a dead man," Paul sniggered to his friends.
(End flashback)
I didn't know at the time that things were said about me… gossip or rumors I guess you could call them. Susan G. Rider told her friend Stacy that she liked me… a lot and then Stacy told Casey and Casey told her brother Peter, and it spiraled around. Apparently the last one to hear was me. It certainly would have changed my mind about this dare… I would never have done it in a million years had I known. As a general rule boys are terrified of the girls in fourth grade… and I wasn't just holding to tradition. I was truly and genuinely terrified. Anyway, back to the events at hand.
(Flashback)
"Susan… Susan look!" a little blonde girl giggled at her friend. Susan glanced up and saw Roger walking nervously to their group, eyes constantly roaming as though checking for intruders of some kind.
"Oh… I wonder what he wants?" Susan asked curiously. True she had thought he was cute last week but now she'd moved on to other people. It was fun to have crushes but know that you were untouchable… it certainly gave you a different sense of the word "date".
"What are you up to Davis?" Casey, a little dark haired girl, asked with a slight sneer in her voice. Roger was pale and trembling but he ignored little Casey and headed straight for Susan.
"Roger Davis what is going…" Unfortunately Susan G. Rider never got the chance to finish that sentence because at that moment Roger kissed her. Well… I wouldn't say kiss… I would say more like hastily jerked down towards her, brushed his lips against her, and then ran away. Susan hastily began to rub her mouth while muttering, "Eww… cooties!"
(End flashback)
After that I was a social outcast because Susan… well let's just say that Susan G. Rider has a lot of social power. I think I mainly became an outcast because whenever any other girl approached me her friends all gained up on her and pretty much would terrify the poor girl. Then at the same time Susan would ignore me which would mean that everyone else would follow her lead and ignore me too. I never played Truth or Dare again.
A/N: Well… that was fun to write because it was kinda cliché but it still reminded me of elementary school… lol! Please review and tell me what you think:D