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{({A/N The end of this part is inspired by the first chapter of a book called "Lily and Dunkin" by Donna Gephart. Just letting you know because people might come for me.})}

Roger's P.O.V.
"There's nothing to do," I say to my friend John Deacon as we sit on my bed. "I brought puzzles :3," he says smiling.

"Come on dude," I say turning toward him. "We aren't eight anymore. Besides, I'm home alone. We can literally do anything." He looks toward the ground sadly.

"Truth or Dare?," I say with a smirk. "Oh please, that's such a childish game," he laughs. I beg him and look at him with puppy eyes. "Fine," John says groaning.

We go back and forth with stupid dares and truths. Before I know it, I get bored. "This game IS childish," I say to myself. "Final round!," I say to Deaky. He looks at me as if to say "Finally!". He then says, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I say bravely.

"I dare you to... go into your mom's closet and wear something," he says with a grin. "What?!? I'm not wearing a skirt or a dress!" I say angrily. "I just wanna see what you look like," he says bringing out is bottom lip. "Fine," I say stomping into my parents room.

"What to wear," I say to myself while I look at my mom's old clothes. I find a black skirt, a white long sleeve blouse, and a pink and yellow striped tie.

I put on my outfit and look in the mirror. "Oh my god!"

I look like a whole entire new person! I go through my mom's accessories and find two black bows with white polka dots. I clip them into my long, blonde hair. "Wow! This is crazy!" I say to myself as I look in the mirror.

I twirl around and I feel the skirt fly in the wind. Hopefully Deaky won't make fun of me.

I start to go back to my room. I peak around the corner of my room so John doesn't notice me. There he is. Sitting on my bed building his stupid puzzles. "Breath in. Breath out." I tell myself. I know I have to be prepared for embarrassment. "I'm ready," I say quietly while I turn the corner.

He looks up from he puzzle and his jaw drops. He doesn't say anything and neither do I. He finally breaks the silence and says, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD"

"What is it? Is it the bows? I knew it was the bows. Stupid bo-,"I say embarrassed before he cuts me off. "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! THE BOWS PERFECTLY WRAP UP THE OUTFIT!," he says in awe.

"You think so?" I say brightening up. "Of course! If Freddie wasn't busy and was here right now, I bet he would be just as amazed as I am.," he says surprised as he gets up to admire my girly clothes.

"What time is it?" he asks looking for a clock. "About 3:40," I say. "Freddie is inviting me over to his house, and he wanted to know if you wanted to come", he says walking down the stairs. "Sure, why not," I say as I follow him.

"Since I don't have a car, how about we take yours?" he says opening the door. "Okie dokie," I say grabbing my keys. I go outside, lock the door, and then turn around to my car.

Deaky stops midway looking at a tall, curly brown haired kid with a guitar on his back riding his bike in the distance. Deaky turns toward me and looks at as if to say ,"Get your butt back in the house"

He looks at me from head to toe as if he was instructing me to look at myself, so I do. Then I realize, I'm still wearing my mom's clothes.

The bicycle guy notices us just standing there so he slows down and looks at me. I freeze up even more. I don't think I can even move anymore. The poor guy has no idea what's even going on.

The boy then smiles and waves at me and starts to pedal away. This makes me blush. "What am I doing? I don't even like men," I say to myself. "Return the favor, Rog"

So I do the same. Just smile and wave.

The curly brown haired kid must be having a good day. Just biking around his neighborhood. Maybe even playing his guitar to attract girls.

Once he bikes a few more houses away, John and I run back into the house. We both quickly run back into my room. I look at John, and John looks at me. He all of a sudden starts bursting out laughing. I look down at the floor embarrassed.

"I can't believe I didn't notice earlier! Why did the clothes feel so comfortable? It was like I liked it! What's wrong with me?" I scream inside my soul. I finally gain up enough courage to say something, but John's laughter keeps on going. "Did you see yourself? You were blushing like crazy!" he said between giggles.

"SHUT UP OR I'M GONNA HIT YOU WITH MY DRUMSTICK," I scream to him. "Okay! Calm down! I can't believe I forgot you were in girl's clothing until we got outside!" He says bringing down his laughter. "I didn't notice either...," I say slowly.

He looks at my expression and realizes that I'm angry. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he says sweetly. "I don't care if you tell it to anyone," I say sternly. "I don't care if you tell Freddie, Joe, Ben, Rami, Gwilym, Lucy, Mary, or any of our friends. Just please, PLEASE, don't tell my girlfriend."