Oh, How I Wish|| Bohemian Rhapsody Imagines

r.t.

"It's not rocket science. You're
bloody annoying."

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I won't lie, my infatuation of Roger was... intense. Would I ever let him on to figure that out? Absolutely not. I have some dignity for myself.

In reality, I was just nervous when it came to him. He was so utterly confident— more like arrogant, honestly. Everyday there was a new girl clung to his side like some, well, maybe some things are best left unsaid.

It was like any other day. Roger and some woman kissing all up on one another, and me, a lonely, little girl who bitched to Freddie about her feelings.

"Fred," I began emphatically, a harsh sigh leaving my pink lips. "I don't understand what he sees in some of the women he brings onto the bus." I was a roadie for the Queen tour, mostly because Freddie and I were the bestest of friends and neither one of us could spend more than a day from one another.

Freddie demonstrated such acts of friendship by tolerating my incessant shit talk. I hate to admit it, but I found myself really ragging on these innocent women— hell, if I were in their position, I would have done all the same things as them.

"Y/n, love, you have to realize that Roger can't read your mind. I'm the queen of drama, and yet here you are, throwing yourself into a nonexistent problem." Freddie pursued his lips with a small smile, pinching my arm gently as we sat on the tour bus's small couch.

Pinching one another's arm was a little thing we did as a way to signal one another that we are thinking too deep.

"I suppose you're right." I leaned sullenly back into the couch as I crossed my fabric cover arms across my chest. "You suppose?" Freddie asked, almost offended. "I AM right. The audacity." He spat out as he leaned back, too, booping my nose with a smile.

My admiration for Freddie was infinite; he was the one, stable person in my life. I loved him for it.

Instead of pitying myself, I decided to take a stand. As I popped up off the couch and gently rolled my sleeves up, Freddie groaned while rubbing the tension from his face with his hands. "Please don't tell me you're going to beat the poor girl up. I will not be paying for any charges y-" Before Freddie got off on a tangent, I cleared my throat before explaining my plan.

"No, no, there will be no beating up. I'm just going to.. have a conversation with Roger. Should be simple, right?" I had began pacing gently, slightly throwing up my hands in the air while speaking. When Freddie didn't speak, I halted my pacing and looked over to a deadpanned Freddie. "Right?"

Freddie stood up in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders, leaning in as he talked to me. "Y/n, darling, I'm not sure how easy it will be to stop Roger and his lady friend. I doubt you'd want to see anything going on in there, either." Freddie walked past me to go to the small kitchen on the bus. "But by all means, go and try."

I scolded Freddie for being too honest with me. "Sometimes a simple lie would suffice." I huffed. Even though Freddie made very valid points, my mind was set.

As I took a cleansing breath, I started off the the back of the bus and knocked on the sliding door that lead to a section of the bus where Roger typically took his conquests. "Roger?" I spoke incredibly soft. Damn my nerves.

Some shuffling and giggling passed when, finally, a half naked Roger slid the door open slightly. "Hey, y/n/n. I'm... somewhat busy at the moment."

Roger stood in front of me with a blanket wrapped around his face and hair that I could only describe as "sex hair." My blood boiled at the sight, but I reminded myself that I did not have the right to be angry. I haven't even told him how I feel.

Then it hit me. I was about to make a move on Roger, tell him my feelings while another girl was just behind the door. I felt like a shit human being.

"Y-yes! Of course! I'm sorry. I'll just... go." Without letting Roger say another word, I walked away, leaving him standing at the door just totally confused.

When I plopped back first onto the couch, Freddie glanced my way— he was making a sandwich. "I'm assuming your "plan" didn't go the way you wanted?" He questioned me as he put the two halves of his sandwich together.

"No, not rea-" before I could even finish my sentence, a girl scurried off of the bus, leaving me and Freddie in complete awe. We never really saw the girls Roger had leave; they all just kinda eventually disappeared.

"What the fuck?" Freddie and I said in unison as we looked to a seemingly guilt ridden Roger standing at the sliding door. Roger looked at me and gave me a looked that translated into "can we talk?" I excused myself from Freddie, walking over to Roger with a questioning look on my face.

Without any words, Roger ushered me into the back room, having the two of us sit on the couch. "Hey," Roger began with a small smile. "Uh, hey." I gave a small, more awkward smile back. The blonde man scooted slightly closer to me and talked quietly.

"It seemed like you had something important to say, so I had... Marla leave. I think that was her name? Everything's blurry now-days." A chuckle escaped Rogers lips as well as a shake from his head. I joined in with him.

The laughter died down, prompting me to look into his pretty eyes. God, it would be hard to tell him how I feel. What if he didn't feel the same? I would then be stuck on a small tour bus with him for 4 more months, and every aspect of that fact seemed miserable.

"You're such a prick." I laughed softly as a gently leaned into his side. With a deep breath, I let out a sigh and began my spiel.

"It upsets me when you bring women onto the bus." I admitted plainly, praying he would understand.

Roger made a little face and scoffed with a short laugh. "I have to have some fun on this bus." He elbowed me gently, earning no response from me. "Why... does it upset you? I mean, it IS my life." Roger sounded very upset.

Something to know about me: I'm a firecracker. If someone pisses me off, they'll know it.

I raised myself off of the couch, crossed my arms, and stared at him; he had NO right getting pissed off with me.

"You're a stupid twat." I said straight-faced before storming out of the room into the main part of the tour bus. Freddie.. had disappeared. Good thing to, I did not want to fight with Roger in front of Freddie.

Without missing a beat, Roger followed pursuit and bellowed a, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

The both of us stood face to face in the middle of the tour bus.

"It's not rocket science. You're bloody annoying."

Roger seemed shocked. Of course, we had our moments of mindless teasing, but I did insult him twice in one day, which can really hurt someone's feelings.

"Fine. Whatever. Be a bitch." Roger spat out coldly before returning back to where he and I originally were.

That stung.

There was no way I could stay on the same tour bus with him after today.

A/N:
There will be a pt. 2!!