Freddie And The Fahrenheits

Like A Rolling Stone

Thursday 16th September 1976

You'll be surprised to hear that the next morning, only the Fahrenheits were in the house. Freddie had gone out - can you guess why?

"Darlings, I'm home!"

"Hey, Fred!" Elton shouted from upstairs. "Did you get it?"

"I most certainly did!" Freddie shouted back. "And I got you both a little something too."

"Ooo, let's see!" Elton exclaimed, running downstairs.

"Hi, Freddie!" David greeted him as he came to join them. "Want me to sort the cats out after?"

"I'll be alright, thank you darling." Freddie said. "So, we've got a bottle of bubbly for Elton..."

"Aw, nice!" Elton smiled. "Thanks Fred."

"Any time." Freddie said. "And for you David, I got those chocolates you love so much."

"Yummy!" David exclaimed. "Thanks Freddie."

"You're welcome."

"What did you get for yourself?" Elton asked.

"For myself, I just got these." He said, waving a pack of cigarettes at them. "Oh yes, and the latest Rolling Stone magazine."

"Nice find." David said.

"Do you know who I saw while I was out?" Freddie asked suddenly.

David panicked for a moment. His conversation with Paul re-entered his mind and for a fleeting second he completely forgot that Freddie hadn't even heard of Paul, let alone met him.

"Who?" Elton asked excitedly.

"Terry!"

David released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He wasn't much better in his opinion, but at least he was nice compared to Paul.

"He asked about you and the cats." Freddie said. "I reminded him about the show tomorrow and he might be able to come and see us!"

"That's great, Fred!" Elton exclaimed, giving him a hug. "I'm so happy for you!"

David nodded in a sort of fake agreement before remembering the box of chocolates in his hands. "Right, time to indulge."

He rushed back upstairs, chocolates in hand, and shut himself in his bedroom. Elton and Freddie laughed at this, the former putting his champagne bottle on the table.

"Okay, I'm going to sort the kitties out and then I'm going to sit on the sofa and read this magazine." Freddie said.

"You don't mind if I stay and watch the telly do you?" Elton asked.

"Of course not." He said. "It'll be nice to have the company."

He watched as Elton sat himself down with a satisfied look on his face before going into the kitchen to feed the cats. If you haven't worked out the answer to the question from the beginning by now, Freddie went to the shop, originally to get cat food but eventually along with a load of other things.

"Here you are darlings." He cooed as he put the nine plates down for his fur babies. "I'm sorry you've been left feeling hungry for so long."

He swiftly left, leaving the little fluffballs to eat what would technically be classed as their brunch. When he came back, Elton had already sprawled himself out on the sofa, intently watching the movie Tommy for what felt like the billionth time since it came out. He'd forced his friends to watch it with him and had done it many a time since.

"You enjoying that?" Freddie asked, picking up his magazine and hitting Elton with it to get his attention.

"huh?" Elton asked. "Oh, Freddie! Yeah, I am."