So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Three: Freddie The Notetaker

     It is now really late at night and I feel really tired. I comb my hair as I'm sitting down on my bed in my pajamas. I had a blast tonight and I loved being around the people who were there. I felt free in a way unlike school. Everyone was kind and everyone loved each other at Michael's party. More importantly I met a boy. It was just amazing to me because a boy has never given me the type of attention which Asher gave to me.

I need to go to bed because I want to wake up early. Usually I wake up before my dad. He has slept in a lot lately and I find it kind of weird. I was even surprised that he woke me up today. I would usually catch the bus and my dad wouldn't wake up until around eleven. Part of me really does worry about him. Maybe I should stop worrying about him, he wouldn't want me to worry.

     The phone rang in my room and I jumped out of my thought process after it hit my ears. I need to answer it in order to keep the house quiet and so that nobody will wake up. I walked over trying to keep my robe in place and picked up the old fashioned black phone on my desk. "Hello." I said with my voice becoming slightly lost. "Hey, Tiffany. It's Asher." The voice on the other side greeted me.

      I'm confused and honestly a little bit freaked out. "How did you get this number?" I detected. "I asked around. The phone book is also very helpful." He said. I smirked and looked down. I find it romantic now in a different way. "Oh, ok." I tell him. "How are you?" He asked me. "I'm good, tired." I answered. "Me too. You should probably get your beauty sleep." He told me. I giggled and shook my head. "Thank you." I said. "You looked beautiful tonight by the way. The most beautiful girl there." He complimented me. I couldn't help but blush, he was very sweet.

      "Thank you. You too looked very handsome." I returned. I could hear him sigh in a somewhat positive way. "I really would like to see you again. You're a very nice girl." He told me. "Thanks. I'm really sorry that I'm going to have to cut our conversation short, but I have to go to bed." I informed. "Ok babe, see you soon I guess." He said to me. I felt a wave of butterflies in my stomach and I didn't know what to do. I only hung up and then fell onto my bed on purpose.

      I wake up and glance up at my clock. Six thirty in the morning. I guess that I can get up just about now. I get up and put my robe back on and make sure that it's secure enough. I move down the hallway and my house actually looks clean, ok something seems sort of off. I go into the kitchen and turn on the coffee machine, I have to stay awake in some way. Although I'm more of a tea person.

     In the living room I see Jim and Freddie reading a newspaper. What? Something is not right. "Good morning dad, Jim." I said as I took a seat in the armchair. They both looked up and then down not responding to me. I rolled my eyes. "Rude much?" I questioned sarcastically. "So Tiff, who's Asher?" Jim questioned. I went wide eyed when I heard those words. Lie Tiffany, just lie.

      "He's my friend." I said and in a way that is very true. "I don't know if you guys are friends if you met only last night at a party." Freddie mentioned turning the page from a magazine. I didn't know how to come back to that. "Also that conversation with you two on the phone last night seems like you're more than just friends." Jim said. I'm in shock that one of them was listening in on my entire conversation last night.

      I was wondering who that was breathing on the other line. Gosh I'm such a fucking idiot. Just play dumb Tiffany, just as you have all this time. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said blankly. Freddie began to laugh almost like a crazy person. I stood up trying to get away from this situation. My coffee should be down by this time anyways. "Oh and Tiffany, darling!" My dad called out and I turned around. "You're grounded for a week, which is such a shame because we're going to Barcelona on Wednesday, for a week." My dad informed.

     I groaned and entered the kitchen. I made my cup of coffee and took my first sip, it tasted like shit and I hated it. But I have to stay awake somehow. I'm grounded for no apparent reason. I denied it so why would they ground me? Ugh. Sometimes I really cannot stand my family. I stand by the counter and set the mug down.

      I noticed something on the counter and it was a composition book. What would a composition book be doing in my house? I'm curious and I really want to know what's in it. That is all my mind would focus on as I grab it and open it to the first page. The date is from yesterday and the page was almost filled with my dad's messy handwriting that I fully recognized.

      I scan through everything and I can only be angry. There are quotes down from the phone call I had with Asher. What?! This bitch was taking notes!