Losing My Way (A Brian May fanfiction)

This Must Be the Place

Another quick succession update! Please be sure you've read the last one!

And I know I said this would be over soon, but don't worry because it'll probably take a million more updates to finish it knowing how hard it is for me to get to the point of everything! 😂

Thank you guys for reading! ❤️

-TMM
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We'd come to learn that our price range wouldn't yield much beyond total dumps fit for intravenous drug users, geriatric cat ladies with an affinity for smoking, or even the occasional murder-suicide scenario (seriously, we looked at a place where the carpets were replaced due to all of the blood) so our hope had understandably dwindled throughout the day.

The realtor man, whose name I found out was Dick Fitz (We had to wonder why he wouldn't go by Richard) was sweating up a storm when we arrived at the last place. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket, allowing the forgotten blood stained toilet paper square to flutter toward the pavement while he wiped at his forehead.

Brian and I looked the building over. It was smaller than the others, and in a safe, lovely area. The exterior was red brick, and there were some well manicured foliage in the front, along with some gorgeous green ivy creeping up one side of it's face. The windows all had waist high decorative iron fencing so that you could open them and lean out, or put some potted plants just outside. It was beautiful and quaint. I gave Brian's hand a squeeze as Dick Fitz bumbled ahead of us into the building. Brian smiled down at me. Our hope returned in one fell swoop.

We followed Dick into the lobby where we were met with a wall of gold cluster mailboxes. Just beyond them, we went up a stairway that was old, but charming- and I was pleasantly relieved to find that it didn't smell of mold or urine. Dick led us up to the fourth floor, which was the highest in the building. There was a cleaning woman vacuuming the diamond patterned carpet on the fourth floor. She gave us a polite smile and let us pass her by.

The realtor wiped his forehead once more before unlocking the door to the flat. His hands were shaking, and he looked as though he might vomit, but never did. "Here it is." He managed as he stepped into the room. "Two bedroom, one- hiccup- bath."

As soon as I laid eyes on the place, I knew it was the one. It was exactly like what I pictured when I dreamt of Brian and I living together. There was one exposed brick wall at the end of the main room, with two square windows that let in a ton of light. The rest of the walls were painted white, and I could tell it was a fresh paint job judging by the smell of the room. The carpets were a cream color, and free of stains and blemishes apart from some indents where furniture once was. Built in shelving took up some space on one of the walls, where I could already picture our records and books going. The other wall was open to showcase the kitchen that already had all of the appliances hooked up- they looked new. I was so damn excited over the whole thing, that I could've cried.

"Oh, it's perfect!" I gushed. The realtor looked incredibly relieved.

"This is the smaller bedroom." He directed us over to the right side of the flat. The bedroom was a clean, square room with its own sunny window. The next room he showed us was the master bedroom, which was a similar shape and had it's own shelving space. The closets were enormous. The bathroom was pristine. Everything was beyond perfect. I couldn't stop smiling.

"Did something bad happen in here?" Brian had to ask. "I'm shocked a place like this could be so cheap!"

The realtor halted in his step. "Well... about that-"

"What is it? Did someone get murdered in here?" I questioned. "I wouldn't even care- this is it. This is the one." Brian nodded in agreement.

The realtor sighed. "No, nothing of the sort. It's just-"