Queen Memebers (And Borhap Cast)Imagines

The Cupboard

Ello! I used my own name for this one. Sorz.

I was sitting on the kitchen counter eating eggs whilst listening to Brian and Roger argue over some song Roger wrote. 

"You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese." 

Yeah, yeah, it's good. 'With my hand on your grease gun' that's very subtle isn't it?"

"It's a metaphor, Brian!"

That's when Deaky jumped into the conversation.

"It's just a bit weird, Roger. What exactly are you doing with that car?"

I almost choked on my food as Freddie walked in listening to the conversation. I shrugged my shoulders while Roger threw things.

"Calm down Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen."

Yet again I almost choked, this band is fantastic at comebacks. Roger continued to throw kitchen items until one remained. The coffee machine.

"Oh Shit." I said as i realized what he was going to do. 

He picked up the machine, the world felt like it was moving in slow motion.

"Not the coffee machine!" We all yelled.

Loud footsteps ran down the stairs.

"Darlings, what the hell is going on!?"

"Freddie, I just really want my song on the album." 

Fred shook his head, Brian and John decided to stay out of this on.

"Roger, I said no. The song is bloody horrible."

"But Freddie please." Roger said dragging out the end. Fred sighed.

"Roger, no."

"Roger, yes."

I had to stifle my laughter, this band is so extra. I looked over at Roger who was looking around the room. That's when his eyes lit up. Roger dug through a pile of things until he found a key.

"Jesus Christ." I sighed as I rolled my eyes.

"I'll do it, just watch, I will do it!" Rog said holding up a key.

"Oh fuck." Brian said standing up to leave. Deaky danced his way out. He is disco Deaky after all.

"Roger you dumb idiot, don't." 

 But it was too late, Roger had already locked himself in a cupboard.

"Jasmine, get him out."

"Why do I have to? I wasn't the one who upset him.

Rogers muffled voice spoke, "Put 'I'm in love with my car' on the album."

"No." 

"I'll get out if you do."

"Have fun in there." Freddie said tapping the cupboard on his way out. 

"No Freddie, please don't leave me alone."

I rolled my eyes and sat in front of the cupboard.

"Roger, have you ever been told you're a damn idiot?" 

"Hey, don't be mean."

The room went silent until dummy spoke again.

"My song is bloody brilliant. It should be on the album."

"It's a song about a car, Roger."

"No, it's about you."

"You compared me to a car?"

"No, you are the car."

"I'm done."

I got up to leave. I wasn't angry, I was actually touched. I went upstairs to find Fred. I knocked on his door.

"Come in, Darling."

"Hey Fred, you've got to put Rogers song on the album."

"Jas, have you heard it? It's really bad."

"I agree, but it's about  person, not a car."

"He compared someone to a car? Actually, I'm not surprised. I guess it could be on the b-said." 

"Thank you, you won't regret it."

"Already am."

We walked downstairs to tell Rog the "good" news.

"Taylor, I hate you."

"What did I ever do to you, Mercury?"

Freddie sighed.

"Your song can go on the damn album."

"Really?"

"Yes, now get out before I change my mind."

He did as told but fell because it's a 5'10 man who was in a cupboard for thirty minutes and his legs were asleep. I don't know why I explained all that to you. Okay cool moving on.

"Dammit, why did I join this band?" Freddie asked as he walked out the door. 

"Thanks. Jas." 

"Uh huh. Hey next time you write a song are you going to make it about a man on fire?" 

I laughed way too hard at my own joke.

"Yeah, wanna see the rough draft?"

"Oh, shit."