Lyin' Eyes - Freddie Mercury Fanfic

prologue

" 'In an endless garden I will always pick you.' "

"Quote by R.J. Lawless." I mumbled.

"Good, keep writing," Mrs. Simmons replied.

" 'Be with me, darling, early and late.' "

"Quote by John Frederick Nims."

"Alright, great," the teacher said, tapping her fingers on the desk. "Just one more, then you can go."

I nodded while swiping my hair from my face.

I usually liked school projects.

They distract me from the mundane routine of everyday life, but when Ms. Simmons asked that we should write a love quote for the evening and elaborate on it (all opinions are valued), my plans of having a stress free day vanished in an instant.

I could choose so many quotes from dead poets, those witty one liners that actually mean something, or even pull at the heartstrings with every word that I can think of.

Like a modern day Oscar Wilde.

But no.

No matter how hard I tried, he always returns to my thoughts in one way or another and I can never say no.

I sighed and I wrote down those very same words.

" 'Love of my life.' "

"Wait," I said, lifting my pen from the paper. "No, sorry. I can't use that one."

"Why not?" asked Mrs. Simmons

"I just can't," I insisted, growing a tad impatient.

"Why?" Mrs. Simmons persisted.

"You wouldn't understand." I murmured, struggling to hold back oncoming tears.

My hand clenched into a fist, I was tempted to either slam it on the desk, or use it to sock the hag sitting next to me.

"Ms. Sullivan, I assigned you this project. Please, finish it so we can both go home," Mrs. Simmons said firmly, her strict tone rising at every passing second. "You're almost done."

I sighed, my patience wearing thin.

"Fine," I growled out.

There was a slight pause before I spoke.

"Quote by Freddie Mercury." I retorted, restraining myself from slamming my pen down.

"Thank you, we're done here," Mrs. Simmons said, getting up from the desk. "See you soon."

I scrunched up my nose in disgust over the fact that she didn't know who Freddie fucking Mercury was.

She yawned and looked over my paper, scanning it with those beady eyes of hers.

Setting the paper down, she alerted me that she needed to use the ladies room while I was gathering my things.

Scurrying out the room, I practically flew over to her desk, clicked the top of the pen, and scribbled some cheesy note next to that man's name.

It was accompanied by a long arrow pointing towards the space between his name, between the 'e' and 'M.'

'My ONLY true love'.

I bit my lip, let out a little sigh and sprinted out the door, blinded by my own tears.

•••

My name is Lily Sullivan, and this is my magical story of how I fell in love with the Greek God of love and sexual desire, Eros.

Or should I say,

Mr. Freddie Mercury, himself.

No, that's no joke, dear.

Enjoy.