Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Looks like Holograms

 You decided to go right and you felt good about it when you saw the group of trees you remembered. 

You finally arrived and saw a boy, small and loose curls of hair. 

You knew it was him. 

"Hello, I was informed to meet the drug dealer here?" you said flirtily. 

"Oh really?" he said. You sat down across from him. You folded your legs and sat on top of them, making sure not to flash him with your dress.

 "Wow," he says. 

"Wow," you say looking around. 

You were on top of a hill. You didn't realize you went so far up over the town of London. The grass traveled over it almost like a velvety carpet. 

He had a blue and white gingham blanket with a basket and stuff flowing over out of it. 

"This looks incredible."

"Not as incredible as you look," he says. You get the biggest smile. 

"Out of all the beauty here, you're the most beautiful," he adds. 

"Oh well have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"Actually I did, right before coming here. You're pretty lucky to be looking at such a great sight," he says and you giggle. 

"Ok what you got in that basket of yours?"

"We have bottle caps, gobstoppers, razzles, and zotz." He says as he pulled each pack of candy from the basket. 

"I meant real food?"

"Do these look like holograms to you Miss?" He says. 

"I meant like something that won't give us diabetes?" you say. 

"Oh, you mean the boring stuff? Well, would you like a ham and cheese sandwich or the ham and cheese sandwich?"

"Hmm option two sounds pretty good," you say as he hands you the sandwich in his right hand that he labeled the second one. 

"Thank you," you say biting into the sandwich. You look up at him. 

"What is it?" He asks as you laugh looking at him. 

"You have-" you move your hand around your mouth area signally the mustard mess caused by his oozing sandwich.

"I'm sorry love but I'm not sure what you're talking about?" he says smiling. 

You put your sandwich down on top of its previous wrap and reach your arm over and gently swipe the patch of mustard off his chin. He licks it off your finger and you giggle.

 "Now I thought you couldn't even make toast or a hard-boiled egg?" you say. 

"Oh fine you caught me." he says holding his hands up "Brian came over to help."

"Of course he did," you say and bite your bottom lip. 

"Well I had to toast it and make it all pretty and make the tea." he brings out the reused milk jug that holds a clear brown liquid. "See?"

"Hand that over here will you?." you say as you grab it. He hands you a red solo cup. "How fancy." you remark. "Only the best for my love."

"I'm your love now?" You ask blushing. "Not just another girl you shag and dump?" you add and he scoffs. 

"Wow, I'm actually offended." he says "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" you say in baby talk. 

He laughs and pulls you over to him. 

He stretches his legs out and you do the same. He leans back, and you lay on his chest, watching the rise and fall of his breaths. 

You feel his soft touch upon your head twirling your hair. You feel your grown-out bangs lose the captured pressure as he takes out the clip and braid. You feel slight tugs on your head and he would immediately apologize. 

"There." he says "sit up love." as he taps your head to come up. You were confused. You sat up and felt your hair pulled together, your hand realized he braided it in an unusual way. 

"French braid," he says. "Where did you learn to do this?" you say blushing so hard, this was the sweetest thing a boy has ever done for you. "People."

"All right be a mystery. Thank you. This is so kind." you say and he leans towards you. 

The urge to kiss him is strong. Your mind tells you not to because it seems too quick even though you both have kissed each other before 

"I prefer quick, get comfortable with each other, you know."

"Are you physic or some shit?" You ask. 

"Oh no love, I just could tell you were debating to kiss me or not." He says. "Right," you say and kiss him.