Lyin' Eyes - Freddie Mercury Fanfic

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I jolted up, the bones in my neck cracked at my sudden movement, feelings of anxiety and frustration rippled through my body.

The absolute last thing I wanted to hear was his voice, that dreadful, sarcastic, British and attractive voice of his that always seemed to scream in my head at the worst times.

Wait, my thoughts screamed in my head. Did I just fucking say that?!

Well, it took you long enough to admit it! the voice exclaimed in my head, letting a chuckle of amusement follow that remark.

I sighed, rubbing my temples, there was no way in hell that any pill or medication known to man could cure this major headache, or even worse, nuisance.

"I don't want to talk right now..." I began, holding my breath while waiting for a response.

I wasn't surprised in the least that my mysterious and irritating little 'friend' decided to accompany me during the thick of the night.

Now, he said firmly. That's no way to talk to your guardian angel, dear.

I rolled my eyes, this annoyance, let alone Valentino of mine was quite the personality.

He spoke at a lightning fast pace yet always seemed to stutter, ending or beginning his sentences with 'darling' or 'dear' and never failed to switch from speaking ever so elegantly to dropping the f-bomb every ten seconds.

"I need a break..." I muttered, rolling myself off my springy bed.

How about a drink? the voice piped up. It'll be my treat.

He adding a hint of tease at the end of his proposal.

I stopped in my tracks, a drink did sound delightful, but that's not why I had a smirk planted on my face.

It was almost too easy, I would finally get the chance to meet my so-called 'guardian angel' and beat the absolute crap out of him.

This was my perfect opportunity to finally get this idiotic voice out of my head, once and for all.

It was sick, yes, but any sane person would understand my motives, but that's just it, neither of us are sane.

I wanted to jump with joy, punch a hole through the sky and shriek with excitement, all in that order, but now was not the time to celebrate.

"I accept your offer." I said, bringing my decision to a close with a subtle sigh of terror, he couldn't find out my plans, he'd surely make me bite the dust before him considering he must be absolutely crazy.

The pause before his response made my heart skip a few beats.

Wonderful! the voice exclaimed. Meet me at the pub closest your flat, and please wear something suitable.

I snorted.

Terrific, I'm trying to impress a complete stranger.

This'll just be absolutely peachy.

I shuffled around in the dark searching for the doorknob to my closet.

After stubbing my toe and letting out a screech of a well-deserved curse word, I finally found the light switch within my closet and began digging.

Shoving aside the many black, leather jackets I had hung up, I found a simple red dress, nothing too extravagant, although it was a bit long for my taste.

"Wow," I said, chuckling. "The last time I wore this was to my high school prom."

That wasn't a great experience, I got dumped by my date.

He was a jackass, all he did was laugh about me to his friends and didn't spend any time with me.

He even left me at the venue.

I had to get picked up by my mother, which led us to get into our usual, vicious arguments.

Fucking jackass.

Chop chop, darling! the voice chirped.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I flattened out the dress on the bed. "Good lord."

I soon made it to my mirror to apply my makeup.

Staring into my dead, lifeless eyes, it was no surprise to me that I looked like absolute shit.

Slapping on as much makeup as I could, I realized that I truly had nothing to loose, I considered myself a lonely freak, a badass one at that, maybe this whole thing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Once I slipped on the dress, I snatched a pair of matching red high heels and quickly slipped them on.

Not even bothering to take a glance in the mirror, I hobbled out of my apartment and made my way towards the bar, ready to face whatever or whoever awaited me.

Spoiler alert: I wasn't ready.