John Deacon imagines

The Cinema

 We planned on spending a night to ourselves...or so we thought...

We just wanted a small evening out together without anybody else.

When we arrived at the cinema, John took my hand and we found our seats. The night before, we had bought tickets, and he let me choose what to watch so of course i chose horror.

 I absoloutley hate horror and im scared of almost everything but its just the thrill and its the way to get over my fears that makes me watch it. This film in specific? Clowns, the absoloute worst.

About hallfway through the film when it started to go quiet, i started to fall asleep in Johns shoulder when a short-ish man dressed in white sat down in the free seat to my right. It was nearly pitch black and the screen didnt give off much light so i couldnt see him very well.

"Who's that?" John whispers in my ear, i reply with a shrug of my shouldrs and continue to watch the movie, trying to stay awake. 

When all of a sudden he flashes a light on a blood covered clown mask and grabs me, from the, it all got a bit chaotic. I was trying not to scream too loud when John starts to tackle him. All movement had stopped so i looked up, only to find it was Roger that snuck in trying to scare me.

I giggled, wiping a tear from my eye as I ripped the mask out of his hand and threw it on the floor. "What the bloody hell was that for?!" John said to Roger. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. 

John had his arm round me as we walked oout of the cinema and over to the car, trying to go ahead of Roger. 

"The one night we plan on being alone and having a fun evening!" John raised his voice in disappointment. "Relax love, next time we go out, just dont mention it to the boys and we should be fine" I reassure him as he starts the car.

It was 12:30am when we got home. John took my coat off for me and we went straight up to our room. Freddie and Brian tried waving at us but we didnt respond.

Warning: this part gets a little heated

We sat down on the bed facing eachother in a rather tense silence when John kissed me on the neck. I then kissed back obviously.

 I was just hoping the boys were going to stay downstairs. John pulled me onto his lap as he continued to kiss me and unbutton my dress.

"You look great" He whispered while taking a breath, only to kiss me again. I ran my fingers through his hair as he put his hand on my waist. We continued through the night until we finally went to sleep.

The next day:

Everybody was relaxing in the living room when Brian turns to John and utters "Whats that on your neck?". "Johns got a hickey!" Roger yells in the most childish way possible and proceeds to smirk at us. 

"Oh its nothing, dont worry about it" John says, embarassed but laughing  it off.