Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

23- Lunch

7th August 1972

I padded around the store, hanging up any clothes that had fallen from the racks and helping out any customers who needed it before spending the remainder of my shift behind the tills. I'd only just recovered from the worst possible hangover in my entire twenty one years of living and was now pulling myself through an awfully slow shift at a half decent clothes store.

The embarrassing memories from Freddie's party played a big role in the little shows my mind enjoyed playing. I didn't remember too much after mine and Roger's dance, however the odd flashback seemed to appear, further adding to the pieces of the large and still unsolved puzzle. I hadn't spoken to any of the others since the party, probably because we'd all had pretty rough hangovers to recover from.

I thought a little too much about the lie I'd told to Roger, but it was probably for the best. I wanted to be the girl Roger would stay with, for more than just a night, but he wasn't the type of guy to settle for one girl. The way we cared about one another before seemed like a goal we were more likely to achieve, so it was easier to tell people that was what I wanted.

I took a look over at the clock to see I had around ten minutes left of my shift, causing me to let out a deep sigh of relief. Luckily for me, I only had work until one o'clock today, meaning I had the remainder of the afternoon to either sleep or drink- or both. I served the customer stood the opposite side of the till, giving him a friendly half smile as I tucked the receipt in his bag and handed him his items. I received a murmured thank you before he left the store, holding the door open for another pair of guys as they walked past him and into the shop.

"Hiya Tee." Brian and Freddie walked over to the till, both of them with a smile pulling at their lips. They both looked very tired and worn out though. Freddie yawned and took a quick glance around the store, and to his relief no one else's was here. He let out a huge sigh and fell onto of the stools (that was meant to be sat on by people trying on shoes, not worn out friends of mine) and stretched dramatically.

"We've just go back from rehearsals. Fred wanted to stop by." The guitarist added as we both chuckled at Freddie figure sprawled out awkwardly across the small, mustard stool.

"You know strangers feet have been on that." I snapped. Seconds after the words left my mouth, he jumped off the stool and brushed himself off, causing a loud laughter to come from me and Brian.

"How was rehearsals ?" I asked. They both looked at one another and nodded like they were sneaky little toddlers planning something.

"Good. Roger told us all about you're little 'dance'. Glad things are patched up." Brian replied, a little smirk replacing his usual kind smile. I didn't even want to know how Roger had explained it. I could almost guarantee he would've missed out the part where he tried to kiss me again.

"I think you're the first girl to ever friend zone Roger, you know that darling ?" Freddie face was full of pride, matching Brian's. I had a feeling they enjoyed seeing Roger get rejected in a way.

"Do you remember him taking you home ?" I shot the singer an immediate look of confusion. I didn't have any memory of Roger taking me home at all. It's not like I woke up next to him however, so it couldn't of been that bad.

"No. Not one bit. Everything after about ten is a blur." I laughed.

"Well he said he helped you up those fucking stairs and into the flat. And then he said good night and walked himself home." Brian answered. I shrugged in reply. I didn't know what response they wanted from me, I didn't have any idea what to say. Good for him ?

"Well..." Freddie clapped his hands together like he usually did when he had some form of a plan. "We were just about to head out for lunch. What time do you get off work ?"