Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 9

March 23rd, 1979

Today Marc is coming for his visit. He's staying over the weekend and leaving early Tuesday morning. He planned especially for now so, and I quote, 'I don't miss any important work. I think I may be getting a raise soon.' Everyone at my work is very tense, fearing that they will be cut off. The worst part is some of these people have families that really need them to have this job. In a way I hope it's me that goes instead of them, but I'm not really in a position to quit.

Because I have been working so hard to try and not get laid off, I have already finished the work that needs to be handed in on Monday. I have spent the last hour making a drawing. It is a silhouette of the Queen boys like the one from Bohemian Rhapsody and Queen II album, but in many different colours. I decided that this weekend I am going to take Marc to watch some mural making. I am going to turn this into a huge piece on a wall that is a part of a small block that is getting knocked down to make room for more modern apartments. I got a few cans of spray paint yesterday in preparation for tomorrow and Sunday's work.

Once it hits five o'clock, I am ready to leave. I walk out the front doors waving goodbye to my workmates. When I get home I start making dinner. I have my Sgt. Pepper album on exceptionally loud, meaning I didn't hear Marc come in and picking me up from behind.

"Oh my God, Marc! You scared the shit out of me!" I yell.

"Hello, my lovely," he says giving me kisses all over my face.

"Okay, okay," I say pushing him off of me.

"Are you alright?" he asks with concern in his voice, taking a seat on my kitchen bench.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired is all."

Dinner was finished in only another ten minutes and when we sat down to eat Marc immediately launched into a one sided conversation about something or other. I tried to pay attention, but I just couldn't. Even when we were first starting to date he would talk about stuff I had no interest in, but I went along with it pretty well. I never had the heart to tell him I didn't care, I still don't. I resorted to nodding occasionally and saying things like "Oh yeah" and "I don't really know".

He doesn't really seem to notice I'm not hearing a word. Finishing my last mouthful I get up and start the dishes. Something about doing the dishes with Marc always lightens my mood. We sing songs in stupid voices and splash water on each other. Sometimes we finish the dishes and get ready for bed. Other times we get preoccupied and don't quite finish them. Tonight is an Other Time.

March 24th, 1979

"Good morning, gorgeous," Marc says, his face pressed into my hair.

"Good morning," I reply, "I have some fun plans for us today, so we had better get up."

Saying this, I get out of bed and go straight into the shower. I am going to be wearing old paint overalls with a ratty old t-shirt. That'll probably give Marc and idea of what we are doing today. I step out of the shower and get dried and dressed as fast as I can. I come out into the dining room and Marc is having cereal in his boxers, reading the newspaper.

"Hurry up! I want to go as soon as possible," I say, shaking his shoulders.

"Alright, alright. Give me a second. I'll have the quickest shower ever," he says stuffing his mouth full of cereal.

He runs to the bathroom, picking up some clothes from our room. I go straight to the telephone and ring Freddie up.

"Hello?" a groggy voice says.

"Good morning, Freddie. I am going to be picking you up in about ten minutes so get ready. Wear something that you can get dirty and preferably won't get you noticed by the public."