You've Got To Hide Your Love Away

All is Quiet....

New Year's Day

Roger's POV

I realized it was 3 in the afternoon and I should make an appearance and check on my sister.  I pulled some clothes on and slipped quietly out of the bedroom.  Poor Brian was nursing a massive hangover and his headache made him pretty grumpy.  Between getting doped and getting a tattoo he was in a bad mood.  I left him to sleep off his misery.

Claire was already up and was slumped on the main couch.  She was wearing her bathrobe and her hair was a squished version of her style from last night.  Her face had some remains of makeup and she looked the worse for wear.  Much like me.

"You alright?" I asked her.  She gave me a groan and laid down on the couch.  I went and sat down next to her and moved her head into my lap.  My whole body ached and her weight on my legs wasn't the greatest but it is nice.  Bonding time.

"Sorry.  If it helps I am just as miserable."  I patted her head and squeezed her shoulders. 

"Misery loves company, right?" she grumbled to me.   "Yeah...it generally does." I agreed with a light chuckle.   Claire flicked some makeup debris from her eyelid and blinked several times.  She made a funny face like she was working out an itch and then resumed her glum expression.

"If it is any consolation Brian is ten times worse off." I offered to her.  I wanted to make her feel better.  I did take her to a party where she got pretty drunk.  I am glad she didn't get doped.  I am grateful that Eric was with her when I was not being the most responsible brother and chaperone.  I owed him one.  

"Sorry to hear that."  she replied.  She leaned over and grabbed the couch blanket and worked to cover herself.  I took the end of it and helped her tuck in.  

"Hungry?" I checked.  I needed to make sure she was looked after.  She made a funny face and shook her hood.   I looked into her eyes and smiled at the mirror image I saw of my own.  

"I don't think I can eat just yet.  Maybe later."  Claire told me.  I brushed her stiff bangs away from her eyes.  She wrinkled her nose and I smiled at how much she still looked like that little girl I remember from our younger days.  Despite my own hangover, I feel a bit sentimental right now.

"I'm glad you came to visit Claire.  I didn't know how much I missed you until you came on your shopping trip with Mum."  I looked down at her and felt heartened at her smile.  

"It's been fun Rog.  I will miss you when I go back."  she told me as she stifled a yawn.  I stroked her hair and sighed to myself.  She cleared her throat and gave me a curious look.

"Rog...can I ask you something personal?"  

"Sure bear!  What?"  I wonder what is on her mind.

"What's it like to kiss a boy?  I mean, when you are a boy also?"  she asked me.  I smirked at her. 

"Ahh...this kind of personal, eh?  I responded.  She got a bit pink in the face but she nodded at me.

"Ok.  Well....it's really the same as kissing a girl.  I can't really tell you about any difference as far as kissing goes."  I compared it in my head for a minute and then added to it.  "Of course, kissing varies based on who you are kissing, right?  I mean, some people are good kissers and some are bad.  Doesn't really matter if it's a boy or girl."   she giggled a bit but still had an inquisitive look.  

"Can I ask you something else?'  she looked a bit hesitant but apparently she has some questions about Brian and I.  I'm ok with it.  

"Claire....it's ok.  Ask me whatever you want."