The Kids Are Alright

Chapter four: Another Tricky Day

May 8th, 1969; Cynthia POV: Author: forgetful_joke

I woke up to a throbbing headache. I shouldn't have drank so much the night before.

I turned over to Roger who was sleeping beside me. I kissed him on the cheek and got out of bed trying not to disturb him.

I stumbled into the kitchen and began to make myself some tea, hoping it would help.

Roger walked in after me.

"Oh sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you." I said, pouring my glass.

"Don't worry, I was already awake."

I glanced over at the window. "It's quite beautiful outside today, don't you think?."

He put his arms around me, "Not as beautiful as you," he kissed my forehead.

I smiled. "Would you like some tea with me?"

"You never drink tea in the morning." He said puzzled.

"Yeah, I just have a terrible headache today and I hoped this would help."

"Oh, I'm not sure if tea is gonna help, but I know who can."

I looked at him. "Who?" I asked.

"Why Keith of course. He has this problem everyday."

"You're right! I'm sure he knows somethin' that could help me."

I finished her glass and ran to throw on some clothes.

"Roger!" I called. "Does this shirt look good on me?"

He walked over to me and unbuttoned the top button to reveal some cleavage.

"There... now it's perfect." he said.

I laughed and told him to hurry and get dressed. I wanted my headache to be gone as soon as possible.

When we finished getting ready, we left for Keith's house.

His house was only a 4 minute drive so we arrived quite soon.

We stepped out the car and walked to the front door.

Roger knocked and it instantly opened to reveal Keith barely dressed standing in the doorway.

He smiled. "What are you all doin' here?!"

Roger took my hand. "Cynthia has a terrible hangover and we wanted to know if you had anything to help."

"Hah! Course I do! Come on in." Keith gestured is in.

We walked in and I nearly tripped over all the junk on the floor.

"Make yourselves at home!" He said as we followed him into the sitting room.

Roger and I sat on the couch as he went into the kitchen.

"Hmm. Well, your gonna feel better soon luv." Roger assured me.

"Hah I hope so."

Keith carefully walked back into the living room, eyeing two nearly overflowing cups.

He sat them on he coffee table.

"There. One for me and one for you!" Keith chuckled.

I reached for the glass and he playfully slapped my hand.

"Ah ah ah, Not yet! It's very hot." Keith warned.

Roger chuckled as I leaned back into the couch.