Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Don't Have A Ride Do You?

"What? How? You're like-like the best person ever why would she cheat on you? Do you know KNOW this?"

"Well I may have mentioned I wanted to marry...her" She started sobbing. 

"Aw come here." She fell into your lap and cried.

Even if she was sad, it felt nice to comfort her. You'd comforted her so many times on this couch. 

You stroked her hair and cleared it out of her face. It was damaged, on the verge of death. Her hair, not Leah. 

She died her hair so many times in the past months. 

Since she moved out of her mom's house she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do including her dream of chopping off the long and smooth dark brown hair. 

It reached just about her shoulders, then styled it into a very messy mullet, too messy to almost barely tell it was considered a Muller. 

After she let go of the length, she then died it pitch black. She bleached her outgrown bangs bright blue. It was so damaged it slightly curled itself. 

Before committing to black she tried lightning the brown which came out very pretty and very well fit her personality. 

She tried blue and purples and a dark red. All in the span of 5 months. 

"What if I ruined it all?" She asked. "Le, you're digging. She loves you! Maybe she just was caught off guard."

"Well, what if I caught her off guard which scared her?" Her tears started pooling in your jeans, making the blue a deeper color than the rest of the pants. 

You struggled with what to say. 

You were the "therapist" friend even though you went through your deal of shit, she went through it worse. 

You enjoyed letting her rant about her mom or college or her hard time with eating food which made her skinny and people teased her for it. 

You can't be fat according to society yet can't be too skinny? Can you ever fucking win? 

It may not be good for what she's talking about and a real therapist could possibly help more than a friend but being there for her, a giant hole she could fill in with her problems. It made you feel loved she was so open and honest with you. 

She was basically like your little sister and you loved her. We went through elementary school together. You didn't talk for a year but then were almost brought closer in middle school and high school. 

Now college. 

You remembered she used to show up at preschool with these pretty pink princess dresses and she would style her hair in different ways. 

She turned over to face the ceiling. You could see her freckles. Her pale skin matched with her beautiful red lips. 

You stroked her cheek. 

"It will be ok I promise." She started crying even more as she buried her head in the jacket you were wearing. 

You heard a click and a strange noise of a key shifting in its hole. The door swung open. 

"Babe I'm-" Marnie said walking through the door to find you, holding her sobbing girlfriend. 

"Leah, what's wrong?" Leah sat up and wiped her face. 

Leah looked back at you. You nodded knowing that was your sign to go.

"Shit you don't have a ride do you?"

"It's fine. Just- just talk to her, I'll call Roger outside ok? I love you Leah it will be ok." You reassured her. 

"Talk to who? What's gonna be fine?" Marnie asked setting her bag neatly on the coat rack. 

You walked out the door past Marnie, not saying anything. You probably shouldn't be so bitter but Leah was your best friend, she doesn't deserve to go through more shit. You always protected her. 

You walked down the metal staircase. 

Where the fuck were you gonna find a telephone. 

You walked. Walked for a long time.

You knew Roger's flat was only 20 minutes away with a car but that's an hour on foot. 

"Excuse me miss?" A lady pulled over ahead of you in her green Sudan and got out meeting you as you walked past. "Hello," you said, continuing to walk. 

It may not be polite but you knew better than to talk to a stranger at night. 

 "Wait please I'm only trying to help." She yelled. 

You stopped and she ran to meet up with where you were. 

"Here. Stay safe," she said. 

She handed you a long plastic-wrapped object. You held it in the light as she walked, standing still for a bit. It was a tampon. You looked down. 

"Ah shit."