Body Language. Queen

Greedy Deaky.

John's P.O.V.

I was blushing heavily and trying to hold back schoolboy giggles when we both grinned shyly at each other and walked away.

Holy shit.
He did it.
He actually asked me.

I was in cloud cuckoo land...on top of the world...I was in some kind of daze where I felt like I was floating as I wandered dreamily back into the living room.

I had a goofy smile on my face and couldn't stop staring at everything...I wanted to jump about, screaming and giggling that I was finally going on a date with Roger! But I couldn't do anything, I was too numb with shock that it had just happened, so out of the blue.

My gaze finally floated to Freddie who was already staring back at me suspiciously, "Has somebody fed you fucking drugs?" He asked, obviously reading my sky high face.

I fell back onto the sofa beside him again and sighed in happiness as he shifted his body to face me more.

"Earth to Deaky. Where have you gone. Come back to me." He playfully poked my head.

"Roger just asked me on a date..." my voice was thick with dreaminess  as I was so fuzzy inside.

From the corner of my eye I saw Fred's jaw drop making me crack out into a cackle. I turned my head towards him now.

"Fuck off." An excitable and cheeky grin was pulling at the corners of his mouth.

I pursed my lips holding back more laughter and just nodded at the singer sat next to me.

He instinctively grabbed my thigh and edged even more closely to me.

"When?!" He quizzed.

"Tonight." I let my head fall back onto the back of the sofa, my hands covering my face to shield my Crimson cheeks.

Fred slapped my thigh multiple times in excitement. "Deaky! It's fucking happening, darling!"

I just let out a high pitched squeal kind of thing as that was all I could handle right now, I was a mess, a burning up, embarrassed, excited, scared mess.

He was stood in front of me now waving his arms about, he was almost as excited as I was, his eyes gleaming and he was pulling the biggest grin I'd ever seen him do, not even bothering to cover up his teeth like he usually did.

"What the hell. Oh my god. Deaky. What the fuck." He grabbed my shoulders and shook me playfully making me laugh hysterically.

"Get up, get up! We need to sort out an outfit for you!" He flapped.

"Fred! We're not going out until tonight!" He pulled me up off the sofa and had begun to push me towards the stairs.

"Yes and we'll probably change the outfit choice 16 times before you go out! This is important, Deaks. We need to make you look so good Roger will want to fuck you right there." He rushed, still pushing me, we were halfway up the stairs now, I was still in hysterics.

I guess he was right in a way! I just know I'll be so jittery when the time comes I'll change my shirt 5 times or think there's something wrong with my shoes. I did want to look great for Roger.

"Well come on then, show me what you've got!" Fred urged, nodding towards my wardrobe as he flopped down on my bed.

After showing Freddie almost the entirety of my clothes and him saying 'no' to each thing he got up himself to have a rummage through the last few items I owned.

"Hmm...okay so. First choice. These black jeans. That shirt next to you, that one with the silver crystal things on the neck and down the chest and...these black platform shoes and then you need to have something on over your shirt...a jacket. Oh. Roger loves a specimen in a leather jacket. He would be all over you!" He gasped.