A Whole New World (A Queen Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Dominique breathed in the fresh air and smiled as her and Roger continued their walk.

They had spent hours in the restaurant, just talking. She listened to his stories and asked him questions with deep interest, and she found it all so fun.

They did not try to make anything formal -- they just went with the flow of comfortable conversation. They could spend anywhere between fifteen minutes to an hour on one subject.

He also listened to her stories and asked her questions, but she was not sure what he was thinking as she spoke. All he did was put his elbow on the table, holding his face in his hands and staring at her, smiling sometimes.

It seemed to all go by in a flash, and there they were again, nearly sundown, walking together down the sidewalk.

"Did you enjoy your day out on the town?" Roger asked.

"Yeah," Dominique said, looking up at him and smiling. "I really enjoyed it."

"Good," Roger said. "I enjoyed it, too. Sorry I didn't really give you much of a detailed tour."

"Oh, it's alright. I still learned plenty."

They rounded the corner of the alleyway where Roger lived, and walking towards the building where the band lived.

"I know it isn't much," Roger said quietly, scratching the back of his neck. "But it's home."

"I like it," Dominique said. There was something oddly charming about the place, past its cloudy windows and chipped blue paint.

Roger opened the door, looking around, and she was right behind him, curious to see the interior of the house.

"I'm home," he said, and Dominique saw three men sitting at a tiny table and chairs, eating some sort of dinner.

"Is that the girl with you?" A man with very curly brown hair asked.

"Yep," Roger said, stepping in and holding the door open. "Come on in."

She stepped inside, smiling shyly as the men at the table looked at her. At least Freddie was smiling at her kindly.

She looked around the room for a moment, and it was rather bare, with just the kitchen table set and an old chair. The only light in the room was the kerosene lamp on the table.

"Boys, this is Dominique," Roger announced, smiling and taking her arm.

"Hello, Dominique," they all seemed to say.

"Dominique, this is John," Roger gestured to a man with long, wavy brown hair sitting in the corner of the room. Dominique shook his hand briefly.

"And this is Brian," Roger gestured to the man with curly hair. Brian smiled and shook her hand.

Roger turned back to Dominique, smiling. "C'mon, I'll show you upstairs,"

He lead her up a small, creaky staircase up to a second floor, where there was a small room with three mattresses on the floor, with piles of blankets on them.

Roger went over to a curtained door, wanting her to come to it, so she did.

"Okay. . ." Roger said, getting ready to open the door. "Now!"

He opened the door to a small balcony, an acoustic guitar leant up against the railing, with the most gorgeous view of the entire city that Dominique had ever seen. It looked like a painting, not to mention the beautiful sunset behind it, glowing a blend of pink, orange, red and purple, tied together with the sun and decorated with clouds.

"What do you think?" Roger said, and she could hear a smile in his voice.

"Oh, Roger," Dominique said. "I love it, it's beautiful."