A Whole New World (A Queen Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

With little time to spare before it was their time, they drove through the city at the quickest pace they could, and had to bring the top of the convertible up as it had begun to rain.

Dominique crossed her legs, wondering what to do or say, as she could only really sit there. The band had mostly been talking to one another, about things that must have happened in the past that she vaguely understood.

She looked around, lightly watching the the traffic and people on the streets. They drove past a large amount of bars, hotels, groceries, restaurants, and other eccentric stores. How fun it would be to spend another full day, just going around and exploring.

She looked back to where she was, the interior of the car, and saw that Roger was resting his arm on the center console, nearby the four-on-the-floor, as he was driving with one hand. Gently, she put her arm up against his, holding his hand in hers.

He looked at her for a short moment, before looking back at the road, and flashed a smile at her.

She was not sure whether or not to tell him, but he looked incredibly good that day. He had light makeup on, his hair was put into clean, soft waves, his chest was bare behind his blazer and adorned with pretty little golden necklaces. Earlier, on the balcony, he seemed to glow from the sun beginning to set and the wind blowing in his hair.

She could not deny that she was impressed by his extremely honest explanation, earlier on the balcony. No matter her previous attempts to shove her feelings down, she still felt quite a lot of admiration for the man.

Perhaps too much, sometimes.

"Are you alright, Dominique?"

She looked behind her seat and into the backseat area, where Freddie was looking at her expectantly.

"You look very pensive, dear, I wasn't sure," he said.

"Oh, yes," Dominique said. "I'm fine, Freddie, thank you." she turned around, looking back at the road. She looked down, as she felt that Roger had held her hand back, and was slowly stroking her hand with his thumb.

She looked at him, studying his profile. His eyes darted over to her for a moment, and he smiled before looking back at the road. She noticed the care in his deep blue eyes, and how the tip of his nose flicked a little when he smiled. The sight of him strangely warmed her heart.

She smiled, leaning back and feeling as comfortable as ever, sitting in the white leather and looking out past the raindrops at the city. This day felt like the peaceful kind of day that would feel perfect to stay in on, reading books and taking naps with your lover. The thought made her quite content.

"So," Roger said. "What's the plan once we get there, Dom, do you know?"

She thought for a moment. "We'll meet up with Richard and Todd, get on the VIP passes at the gates, and then we'll go together to some place backstage."

"Sounds good," Roger nodded.

Dominique looked back at Roger. "So, how's it feel, driving again?"

"Really good, I must say," he replied. "Very good. But I can't help but feel a little anxious, it's such a nice car, I don't want to crash it."

Dominique laughed. "It won't matter one bit if you do, I don't think, Richard has just about enough for ten of these cars."

"Oh, what comfort," Roger replied.

The sights of London slowly began to fade into the streets of Kensington, as the various houses, businesses, and cars continued to roll by. Dominique had been there before, several times; but somehow, the place never got old, and she always liked it so well.

They stopped, the wind settling down as Roger pulled a sharp turn to go into a nearby gas station, as they had a few minutes to spare.

Turning to the back seat for a moment and looking across Brian, John, and Freddie, and then seeing Roger walking back from the station, she realized how well-kempt their hair, skin, and clothes were, especially for in their situation. They all must have taken quite some care in getting ready that morning. They were the best looking band she had ever came across, she decided, and they weren't even coming to play.

Roger got back in the car, tossing Dominique a beer and finishing up pumping the gas.