After that day, Abigail's life changed. She had fallen in love with the guy she had met that certain wintery day, that tall, afro-wearing young lad going under the name of Brian. To be honest, he was the only thing our young friend could think about while she continued her daily routine.
You should think that she'd be happy because of the fact that Cupid's arrows had hit her for the first time in her life. But no. Abigail was also sad.
On the day she had met Brian, she didn't asked where he lived, nor what his phone number was. The only thing she knew about her afro-haired knight in shining armor was that he loved stereoscopic images, just like herself. And of London's nearly eight million citizens, how many stereoscopy-lovers could there be? And how many of them would wear an afro? (Since the story takes place in the end of the sixties, also known as the heyday of white people 'fros, the writer of this story assumes it would be quite a lot.)
Abigail sighed. There was zero chance she would ran into that guy of her dreams again.
But life has its surprises after all. It wouldn't take long until she would see him again...
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Every Queen Fanfiction, Ever.
Hayran KurguI believe 75% of the Queen fanfictions (or band fanfictions) are about hooking up band members with a) some Mary-Sue or b) with each other. So I did both. Follow the romantic misadventures of Abigail McSweetheart, a shy teenage girl who falls in lo...
