Don't Forget To Smile | A Queen Fanfic.

Chapter 2

The cold evening air nipped at the end of Roger's fingers and nose as he ferried all the suitcases from the back of the taxi that he had taken from the airport. Roger was in disbelief of how different London was despite his expectations, regardless of the countless hours of reading that were carried out instead of studying for the new college. Every street smelled damp and felt even worse, there was no sense of security within the four walls of this new place, Roger perhaps wouldn't have felt so unnerved of his surroundings if he had arrived in the light of day, however the sun was still dim behind clouds barely filling the corners of the narrow, long streets. The apartment that he was supposedly meant to be living in for at least the next 6 months can't be too far away from here, passing by Imperial- one of the big clues that there wouldn't be too far left to walk and drag all of those bags until a hopefully average rest could be within minds reach. Arriving at a pair of heavy set oak doors, Roger tried to open the reasonably sized doors, but in failure instead reached out and pushed the door phone button to call flat four. It had been previously arranged that Roger would be meeting his pen-pal of 2 years and soon to be flat-mate, James- at such an early hour then to hopefully be assisted with carrying his heavy bags up the countless stairs. However, just as the short blond had imagined and dreaded, James didn't seem to want to answer. Roger rang again and rocked back and fourth impatiently on his heels until a rather muffled, half asleep sounding teenager answered his calls.
"Uh.. hello..? Why are you calling my flat at.. 9 in the morning.."
Roger sighed down the door phone in reply to James' forced together sentences "Its me, Roger- from Canada? We're pen-pals..." He continued tapping the wall beside the small device, "If you have the brain cells to remember who Roger from Canada is.." was added, muttering under his breath.
"Right, okay.. I know the one" James answered back down the phone.
"Are you planning to come let me in and help me lug this pile of shit up those stairs then J? Or are you going to leave me outside to freeze my bollocks of?" Roger snapped back down the doorphone.

"Sorry blondie- I'll be down in a min-" James paused mid sentence and let out a huge yawn, "in a minute. I'm sure your precious testicles can hang on for that long"
Still in the bitter cold winter air, Roger clung to the handles of his suitcases and waited until James pulled open the doors in front of Roger, presenting himself without say of a merely good first impression. His shoulder length brown hair half brushed, pajamas hanging off of his scrawny shoulders, all topped off with a poorly placed dressing gown. Roger glanced up and down James' half together appearance and pushed his sunglasses up to sit on his hair.
"You're different to how I imagined you- but hey, what do first impressions matter.. right J?"

END OF CHAPTER 2.