Anyway the wind blows (maylor) (deacury)

4. Meeting up

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Roger's POV

We had eaten and gotten into Brian's car. We were going to the recording studio to meet up with Freddie and John.

"Brian?"

"Yes roger?"

"I'm just remembering back to the day that we met..." I said dreamily.

"Yes..." he replied, not taking his eyes off the road, "I believe it was a Saturday."

"Yeah. It was. Because I remember you calling me the next day and asking me to hang out." I giggled.

"Yeah. Ya know... I was thinking a LOT that day."

"About?"

"You." He said, glancing over only for a second. DAMN! That boy is too good!!!

"Tell me the whole story. We have like, 20 minutes!" I said, putting my hand on his leg, which I could tell made him nervous because he swerved the car a little.

"A- alright." He started. "Well... you came in.."

"FROM THE BEGINNING!!!" I remarked.

"Ok! Ok! There were a lot of drummers that day who had gone before you... Tim and I were getting very anxious as to when there would be a GOOD one. We were just about to give up but I told him to try ONE more for the day. Now. Our ears hurt terribly because those other drummers COULD. NOT. PLAY. They were just bashing the drums as loudly as they could..." he stopped at a stop sign.

"And then?" I took my hand and ran it through his hair.

"So Tim's like: I hate this. We should be done for the day, my ears hurt, yada yada yada." He flicked his hand around in the motion. "But I told him out of all these there was BOUND to be a good one. I told him one more for the day. Then I looked at the clipboard and called your name." He smiled at me for a brief second.

"You said it in the sweetest way possible!"

"Rog- roger Taylor? I said, and then you walked up to the drums. Hello.. my name's roger Taylor, you said, and then I said, I- I know, it says that on the sheet. I waved my clipboard at you and then your face turned really red and i remember thinking that that was really adorable!" He laughed and I playfully slapped his arm.

"Then?" I leaned in with a huge smile on my face.

"Then? Then you played the most beautiful drum piece that I had ever heard and I could tell tim was impressed too because then he said, alright we are finally getting into the GOOD drummers! Then he shouted out, NEXT. And I said, NOOOOOOOO!!! He's like, what? And I'm like, NO MORE. I. WANT. THAT ONE. And I pointed to you and you blushed.
Then Tim went on and on about how we can't choose  a drummer without hearing all of them first, and I ranted about how perfect you were. Hell, I didn't even have a conversation with you before I knew I loved you!!!" He laughed and ACTUALLY TURNED HIS EYES AWAY FROM THE ROAD. ACTUALLY.

"Brian." I said as he stopped the car at another stop sign.

"Yes roger?"

"What are we going to tell the others?" I whispered so softly I didn't know if he could hear me.

"I don't know..." he whispered, even softer, before he pressed his warm lips against mine.

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went the car behind us.

"OH SHIT I FORGOT TO DRIVE." Brian started laughing so hard. And then I laughed too.