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The next day -

  Iris walks into class and instantly spots him, grabbing his books and getting seated. Roger decided to come with her because he has no more classes today. She walked over and sat down beside him.

  She smiles. "Hey, it's me again, I'm so sorry, but I never caught your name." She says.

  "Oh, where are my manners." The man joked. "I'm Freddie Bulsara."

  "It's nice to meet you, Freddie." She smiles.

  "As it is to meet you..." He doesn't know her name. She sighs.

  "Where are my manners." She laughs. "Iris May."

  "You're Brian's younger sister." Freddie points out.

  "Yes." Iris nods. Roger stands there, arms crossed over his chest. Iris rolls her eyes at his stoic face.

  "Do you happen to know where BIBA is?" Freddie asks.

  "Oh my, I love that store. Me and Rog can take you after class if you'd like. I need new clothing anyhow." Iris smiles, obviously excited by the new adventure. Roger's eyes widened as he started shaking his head. Vigorously.

  "I'd love to." Freddie said.

  "Wonderful!"

After class

   Roger is in the driver's seat, and Iris is in the passenger seat. "Why did we invite him?" Roger asks with a huff.

  "He is about to be a band member along with you. And if he wants to go to BIBA, then so be it. Plus, I need a new bra. The underwire fell out of mine." Iris said, grabbing her lipstick out of her purse.

  Roger's face turns to one of confusion and disgust. "What's an underwire?" He asks, most likely going to regret and eat his words.

  "An underlines is what holds up my boob." Iris says bluntly. Roger's eyes widen.

  "That's what the bra is for." Roger says, his hands open but stay on the wheel.

  "That's why the underliner is in it." Iris says. Roger puts his forehead on the wheel and contemplates life. Iris rolls her eyes and unlocks the door when Freddie comes.

  "Well, who's ready to go shopping." Iris smiles, patting Roger's back. Roger reluctantly got up and started driving. The drive was short for Freddie and Iris but long for Roger.

  Once he parked, they all got out and started walking in. Freddie thanks them and goes to the women's pants. "Who's going to tell him..." Roger whispers, and Iris shakes her head.

  "Just let him have it." She patted his chest as she went to the bras. He follows, like a lost puppy. "I like the color but not the fabric."

  "Ok?" Roger says, leaning against the rack, trying not to look at the multiple bras.

  "Let me express my train of thought aloud, please." Iris mumbles as she continues looking. Roger rolled his eyes and looked around the store, not moving from his spot. He notices Freddie talking to a girl and smirks.

  "Flower." He says to get Iris's attention. Iris turns to Roger, and Roger points to the girl and Freddie.

  "Oh my god." She whispers. She walks to a close rack, not close enough to be caught but enough to catch what is being heard.

  "I don't think it should really matter, do you?" The girl asks Freddie. They looked at each other for a bit, and finally Freddie mumbled.

  "Where's the dressing room?" Iris walked back to Roger.

  "Well?" He asks.
 
  "He's trying on women's pants." Iris says, and Roger's eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, you heard me correctly."

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