Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (Roger Taylor/Ben H

Chapter 3

"I say we all go out for drinks, to celebrate our new bandmates." Roger suggested. "I think that's a lovely idea!" Freddie said. We all agreed and left the flat, piling into the van. John sat up front with Brian this time, Leaving Freddie, Mary, Roger and I to sit in the back. We were all squished together meaning I was very close to Roger. We were listening to The Beatles the entire way to the pub, singing along to every song.

We reached the pub, It was the same one that I met Fred, Roger and Brian at. We all headed inside and I sat beside Roger at the bar. The rest of the group had gone off somewhere, and frankly I didn't care where they were, I just wanted to get shitfaced. A woman in a black apron with sea blue eyeshadow walked up to us from the other side of the bar, "What can I get for you?" She giggled. Clearly interested in Roger. I felt a pang of jealousy in my gut. I knew I shouldn't have been jealous, me and Roger weren't even together. To my surprise Roger seemed very uninterested in her. Which made me feel slightly better. "Rum and Coke please," he said. "And what about you?" She asked in a much less sweet tone. "Vodka soda." I told the woman. "Make our drinks strong please, my girlfriend and I would like to get shitfaced." She nodded, giving me a dirty look. I gave Roger a confused look, I could tell my face was red, I could feel it. Roger giggled, "Sorry for calling you my girlfriend, she hits on me everytime I'm here. I needed a way to get her off my back." He laughed. "I don't mind really." I said. I really did not mind, I wish I could have a boyfriend as smart and cute as him. I really shouldn't be developing a crush on him, we were just friends right? "I suppose.. Since she'll be watching, we'll have to act like boyfriend and girlfriend." He told me. There was no way. He was not trying to flirt with me, I told myself. "I suppose we will... hold my hand." I said as I grabbed his hand. He smiled at me. The server came back with our drinks. She was glaring at me, I could feel the jealousy running through her veins and it made me feel good.

We had about four drinks by this point and I knew I was going to have trouble standing. By this point our friends had returned with their own drinks and we were all pretty drunk. The most intoxicated being Roger and I. Roger put his arm around me to help me stand but was doing a terrible job considering he couldn't stand himself. "Want another drink, love?" he asked me, stumbling over his words. I giggled at the fact that he called me love. "You need to calm down on the alcohol darlings." Freddie said. I rolled my eyes at him. I knew the bar wouldn't serve us anymore alcohol, considering how fucked up we were. "How will we get more?" I giggled. Roger gestured to me to follow him outside. I did as he said and he led me out to the van opening the boot and sitting in it. I sat beside him. He grabbed a brown paper bag and pulled out a cheap bottle of vodka. I smiled at him, he handed me the bottle. I opened it and took a big swig, the alcohol burning my throat, but i liked it. We were getting so drunk I could barely understand a word Roger was saying. He was so pretty, literally every move he made was so elegant and beautiful. I didn't even realize I was staring at him. "What?" he laughed. "Nothing, you're just so beautiful.." I said. He didn't say anything for a moment, just staring deep into my eyes. I realized he was getting closer to me. And then it happened. His lips met mine. I have no idea what my reaction would have been if i hadn't been drunk, but I kissed him back passionately. I remember nothing after that, I must've blacked out.

I woke up, light blinding me. I was so confused. I had no idea where I was. I felt the velvet couch underneath me that was so very familiar to me. I realized I was in Roger's flat. I sat up quickly. It was barely light outside, but the bright lights up the flat were on. I wasn't in my own clothes, I was in an over sized gray t-shirt and shorts that were way too big for me. I open my eyes fully and look around, my head pounding. I see Brian and Freddie sitting in the seat across from me staring. "H-how did I get here?" were the only words I could conjure up. "Well you and your boyfriend we passed out in the back of the van together." Brian said slightly laughing but still looked quite concerned. "You guys were cuddled up together. It was quite cute." Freddie laughed. I rolled my eyes and it hurt to, it hurt to even move. "Where is he?" I asked, sounding a bit more concerned than I should have. And then I remembered my last memory of last night. Roger had kissed me.

Freddie had pointed to a room down the hall and I got up slowly, almost falling. I walked to the room to see Roger, shirtless, sleeping soundly. Damn he looked good without a shirt, I thought to myself. I shook the thought out of my mind. I must have been in Roger's clothes, which was cute but who had put them on me? I surely couldn't have put them on myself. Roger suddenly opened his eyes looking just as confused as I was when I had first woken up. "Jenny?" He said groggily sitting up with his hand on his head. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "I'm wondering the exact same thing." I said slightly laughing. It was quite awkward, I wondered if he remembered kissing me.

"Well, since you're here, would you want coffee?" He asked, his voice hoarse. I nodded. He got up and walked into the living area, where the kitchen was. Freddie and Brian were talking in the living room. "Good god you're a mess." Freddie said, Brian agreed. His hair was all messed up and he was only in a pair of tight black jeans. I thought it was cute. "Thanks Fred, very kind of you." Roger said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Freddie nodded, "So what did you and your girlfriend do in the back of the van last night?" Brian laughed, he was implying we did something else but that was definitely not the case. At least I didn't think it was, who knows, we were both blacked out. "Yeah did youse shag?" Freddie laughed that made both me and Roger turn red in the face. "We didn't do anything! We're just friends." The way Roger said we were just friends made me a bit sad. He'd kissed me last night but did it mean something else to him? Was he just drunk?

He went over to the coffee machine and put the coffee grounds in with water. He turned the machine on, and faced me. "You look good in my clothes.." He smiled at me. There he goes again, flirting with me. But then has the audacity to say we are just friends. I shouldn't have been mad but I was. "Are we going to talk about last night or what?" I said trying to hide the annoyance in my tone. "Are you mad about it? I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you." he said looking at the ground. I looked at him, sighing. "No, I'm not mad. I just think it meant something a little different to you." I said. He continued to look at the ground. "What do you mean by that?" Roger finally looked up at me. My eyes met his. "Look, Rog, I really like you. But I know you don't feel the same so let's just leave it at that." I said. I was the one looking down now. I felt his hand on my chin, pushing my head up. "Who said I didn't feel that way?" He told me, I kept my eyes closed so I didn't have to look at him. "I like you too. I've liked you since I've met you." He added. I finally opened my eyes to see his blue eyes looking at me. He got closer to me as if he were going to kiss me, I pulled away. "I want to take it slow right now. Let's just talk, y'know?" I said. He nodded. "Then what are we?" he asked. I shrugged. "Talking I guess." I told him. "Better than nothing." he said as he grabbed the coffee pot and poured him and I a cup.