Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 16

April 11th, 1979

Carrie and Heather drop in the morning to say goodbye and wish me good luck. Absolute darlings, those two. They even bring me snacks for on the plane. I ask them if they want me to get them anything while I'm away. Neither of them want anything specific, just lots of pictures. While Heather is in the bathroom Carrie quietly asks me if I can get a good picture of Roger. I tease her that I'll tell Heather that she fancies him and Carrie almost goes into shock from the horror and embarrassment at the thought. I am never afraid to tease Carrie, but Heather was absolutely ruthless when it came to trying to make Carrie squirm. When Heather reappears, Carrie gives me stern look which to my mind mind says something like, "if you say anything, I will ruin you." However when the time comes for them to leave, they barely make it out of the door without Carrie turning into a blubbering mess.

Not only that, but as much as I thought I had packed everything I will need, I spend an hour running around the flat, searching tirelessly for my toothbrush. I find it in the cutlery drawer of all places. So much for being organised.

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Just after two o'clock, I'm pacing around the house. Maybe this trip isn't such a good idea. I've never been to Japan before and I'm going with people I've known for only just over a month, and some of them I've never met at all. Not only that, but in the next few hours I'm going to be turning up on Marc's front doorstep to talk about... well everything I guess.

My mind clouded by my own apprehension, I don't notice my mother coming inside. She takes me by the shoulders and it startles me.

"Jesus fuc..."

"Don't you curse at me, Alexandra." She waves her finger at my face.

I roll my eyes. "Well you did just give me quite a big fright."

"Doesn't mean you need to swear like that. Now, are you alright?" She says, referring to my pacing.

"I'm fine, I'm just a bit nervous about the trip."

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to."

"Of course I want to go. I think I'm just afraid I'll mess something up."

"You'll be absolutely fine. Now let's get going so we're not late!"

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The plane ride went smoothly and the crew are now in one of the special airport lounges, waiting for our next flight. I am in a taxi en route to Marc's house and I'm still dreading the moment where I have to walk up to the front door. When the cab pulls up on the side of the road next to the building, I just barely manage to pay him and get out of the car without throwing up.

The sky is getting quite dark as it is eight o'clock and I need to get this over and done with before it gets too late. Making our flight even later than I have already is the last thing I need to do.

I take small, shaky steps up to the door and press the little buzzer for Marc's place. After a few seconds a buzz gets returned and the door clicks itself unlocked. This time, thank God, Marc doesn't come racing down the stairs. I walk up to the first floor and his door is already open and he's standing in it, smiling widely at me.

It absolutely breaks my heart.

"Hello lovely." He says.

I walk towards him and he meets me in the middle, arms spread wide. I just lean into him and he hugs me tightly. We walk into his apartment and we sit down on the couch. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. I didn't want to be so cruel as to completely reject him, but I couldn't pretend this is what I'm here for even thought it really isn't. I simply didn't reciprocate.