-1976-
It was November now, which meant Freddie and I's little competition to see who'd break first has been going on for two months now. We were both dreading it, but I wouldn't give in till he broke.
We both went to the absolute extreme to get each other to give in.
"Lemme get this straight..." Roger began laughing.
"You both won't have sex... all because of a silly argument?!" The blonde nearly fell to the floor laughing as I nodded in response.
"It's not just about sex, Roger! It's about women empowerment. He thinks I need him in order to be happy... well, I don't. And the sooner he realises that, the sooner he can stop giving himself hand jobs." I smirked.
Roger rolled his eyes playfully and ordered another drink. "You two are unbelievable."
"Unbelievably adorable." I winked.
"I personally think it'll make your first time more special." John shrugged.
"Oh really, is that what you and Veronica did?" Roger had a smug look plastered to his face. "After almost a year of no sex?" The drummer laughed.
"Says the guy who hasn't had one stable girlfriend since high school." John shot back at Roger. I laughed at the two of them and ordered one last drink before I went home.
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The record spun as sound filled the room. I couldn't bring myself to do anything but sit in this red chair and stare at the painting hung on the wall. It sickened me to know he was gone. Moments like these made me want to fall off an overpass.
Freddie was at the studio more than ever so being at his house like I usually do was pointless. Eleanor and Brian have been going out and really hitting it off with each other so the two were rarely around either.
I kept busy with work but there were off days like these where I sit alone in my flat and unwanted memories are brought back to my mind. I slowly drown in the sorrow my thoughts bring back and close my eyes.
Because Queen's album is being released in less than a month, tension is high which meant Freddie was always at the studio and we hardly ever got to see each other. Have I told him how I felt? Nope. Because this was his job and I respected that.
But sitting here and staring at this damn painting was dreadful.
I'd finally had enough of it and took the painting off of the wall. I threw it in the closet and slammed it shut. I huffed in frustration and kicked the door. He didn't deserve to die. He was my best friend and now he's gone.
I snapped out of my depressing thoughts when there was a loud bang coming from outside.
When I opened the front door, my eyes laid upon a black Rolls-Royce and my mail box... on the ground.
"Freddie! I literally just got that fixed from the last time you knocked it over!" I yelled from my doorstep.
The brown eyed boy stepped out of the guitar in a tuxedo with a big smile on his face making my knees nearly buckle.
"Our reservation is at eight o'clock precisely, you better get dolled up. I payed good money for this." He said matter-of-factly.
I gave him a confused look and went back into my flat to get ready for a night I would never forget.
✦
"It's about time." Freddie rolled his eyes playfully.
"I was a mess! It takes time to look this good." I smirked.
"You look absolutely darling in anything." The frontman said quietly.
I kissed his cheek and smiled as we locked eyes. Something I loved dearly about Freddie was his eyes. I fall deep into his eyes every time I see him and I don't think that'll ever stop.
"Alright it's nearly eight, let's head out." Freddie smiled.
Freddie gave me directions on where to go for nearly twenty minutes. I was beginning to feel restless about where we were going.
"Turn right up here." He pointed to the sign.
I did as told and was surprised to see where he brought us to.
"The fucking Ritz?!"
