Crazy Little Thing: BH! Roger Taylor

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AN: Can I just say..... ow.

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Mary and I got to the party a bit later than everyone else because I ended up having to work late again and she was gracious enough to wait for me, though I insisted that she didn't have to. "So what happened when it was just you and Rog left in the van the other night?" Mary smirked, nudging my side as we walked up the drive to Brian's. I let out a loud sigh and rolled my eyes.

    "Nothing happened. I don't know why you're so insistent that something's going on between the two of us. It's not some big, obvious thing."

    "Of course it's not obvious." Mary laughed. "If anything's obvious it's the chemistry that you and Brian have. So if I didn't know any better, I would think that there's something going on between you and Bri. But I do know better. I know Roger quite well. And I can tell that there's something going on between you and him because I don't think I've seen him so much as look at another girl since you've come around. Which is rare for him. And he gets mad pretty much every time Brian touches you."

    "How do you know there's not something going on between me and Brian then?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

    "I never said there wasn't." Mary giggled, knocking on the door.

    "Maybe there isn't anything going on between me and anyone. I'm not just some groupie, Mary."

    "That's not what I meant and you know it. Come off it. You're just being defensive because I told you that I know about you and Mr. Taylor." she said, tossing her scarf over her shoulder. I had to roll my eyes. Like there was anything to know. The door swung open and Brian held his arms out to hug both of us.

    "Mary, Amelia." he greeted. "I was beginning to think that you'd never arrive."

    "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Bri. Just got stuck working late at the shop again. I'm so sick of tourists. Hey, where's the van?" I asked, following Brian inside. He looked back at me like he was about to tell me something that I wasn't supposed to know.

    "We've sold it."

    "Excuse me? Come again."

    "We're trying to get some studio time to get an album out there. It was Fred's bright idea."

    "And what does Roger think about that?"

    "Wouldn't you like to know." Brian smirked, raising an eyebrow.

    "That's why I asked, you arse."

    "He wasn't too happy about it, but he wants to record an album just as bad as the rest of us. It's all paid for now and everything. We record next week."

    "Wow. Now that'll be a sight to see."

    Several hours later, we were all sat around in the living room having all drank just a few too many. Or a lot too many. I sat on the couch, just about to fall asleep with my legs across Brian's. Mary was asleep on Freddie's lap and Roger and John were asleep on the floor. Freddie was busy, scribbling onto a piece of paper, probably trying to get some songs finished before they got into the studio. My stomach was lurching. I didn't drink that much, but I never drank very much. And I had certainly drank more than I usually would. It's hard to keep up with this lot. "You know I'm surprised that Rog's so taken with you." Brian slurred, nearly falling asleep himself. He was picking at a string on my trousers, absentmindedly.

    "Yeah? What's the s'posed to mean?" I asked, looking at Roger on the floor. His breathing was slow and regular as he slept. It almost looked like he had a little smile on his face even though he was asleep. I didn't consider him taken with me so it was a surprise that Brian saw it this way.