More Than Manager

chapter one

Hey guys! This is my new Roger fanfic since my other one isn't exactly turning out how I'd like it to.
This is probably very incorrect historically in terms of timeline, so please forgive me! Haha. Anyways, enjoy!

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Oh, Jesus it's been so long since I wrote this chapter and I just wanna say that the first few chapters are absolute shit and super cringy and it moves really slow at first, but then around ch 4/5, it gets a lot better I promise lmao. Anywayssss, enjoy! :)

The Same Old, Same Old

I woke up with my silk sheets caressing every curve of my body. It was covering only my stomach, down. I pull the blankets up over my head and groaned, another Monday arriving in a blink of the eye. The same routine over and over again: wake up earlier than the bird Monday through Friday to go to work and spend my weekends hanging out with Isabel, my only close friend. I have plenty in London, sure, but they all have better friends that they prefer to spend their free time with.

The soft knock on my bedroom door interrupted my engaged thoughts, causing me to remove the blanket from my head and jolt my body upwards. "Come in!" I shouted.
The door opened slowly before a familiar, tall, slim man, with curls down to his shoulders peered his head in.

"You awake, Sammy?" It was my brother, Brian, already dressed fully in a tight purple and black striped t-shirt and loose fitting jeans - and clogs. As he always says, "a man is never fully dressed without a good pair of clogs." That was sure to always bring a smile upon me.
"Yeah," I responded, bringing my hand up to cover my eyes from the sunshine who had already welcomed itself into our home.

Brian always came into my room in the morning. He claims it's to make sure that I'm up for work, but I think he just likes to check up on me often. He's very protective of me. I removed my arm from my face. "Good," he smiled sweetly. "Don't fall back asleep!" He teased. I laughed slightly, but I was really considering it. But I eventually decided against it, groaning once more as I threw my sheets off me and dragged myself out of my warm bed. I slid into my slippers and made my bed quickly. I stumbled into my bathroom, yawning, and squinting as I flicked the light switch on. I was up 'til 2 am last night, chatting with Isabel. She was super easy to talk to and was a good listener.

I did my usual: shower, brush my teeth, hair, put on deodorant and went with the same, natural makeup that I do everyday. Today, I'm wearing a breezy, black tank top with white, wide flare pants. I squeezed my tiny feet into my even tinier short, black heels from the 9th grade. God, they hurt so bad, but they made me look so professional, and like I had my life together. I snatched my dark brown handbag hanging from my bathroom door. It was late August here in London, so I slipped into one of my favorite jackets. It was a light pink, and it made me look tan against my fairly pale complexion. I took a once-over at myself in my cheap body mirror. I looked average, as expected. Nothing special, nothing new. Just average. My dark brown eyes, my dark brown hair, and my short height. Everything about me was mediocre. I was often told that my eyes were like 'pools of honey' but they only said that because they have beautiful, bright blue orbs.

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Before I knew it, Brian was driving me to the small bakery that was nudged into a corner of Downtown. It was a busy street, but not too many customers were found at our shop. I was sure that the reason was because of the more popular bakery that was only a few blocks down.
We soon had a arrived to the place I know too well. I thanked Brian for the ride and stepped out of the car. I took a deep breath in and out. Five more days, I promised myself. Five more days until freedom. I pulled my hair behind me, for the wind was strong, and blowing it in front of my eyes. I grasped the cold door handle and immediately felt the heat of the bakery. The strong scents from the bread and sweet deserts welcomed me with open arms.

It wasn't my dream job to be a baker. I never really thought deeply about what I really wanted to do, though. I was never given the choice of college, considering Mom and Dad kicked me and Brian out of the house when we were eighteen. Brian is 24 now, 4 years older than me. When Brian moved out first, it took him a few weeks to get a flat of his own. When I moved out, I panicked. Brian always had the backup of his band, Queen. He could always stay at one of the members' houses. But who did I have? Isabel? She was hella rich. She would spoil me, and then I would never want to leave. But Brian, being the kind soul and older brother that he is, offered to let me stay with him until I could find a place. The problem is that it's already been two years, and I still have no money to buy a flat of my own. Brian didn't seem to mind, though. We had each other's backs. We always looked out for each other, ever since we were little. And we really needed the other's support, now. Especially me.

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This week passed by just as slowly as the last, leaving me unsatisfied with my paycheck, and nothing to do this weekend. I came home from work on Friday and threw myself on the bed, face first. I let out a long sigh as my body all sprawled out across my bed, thankful that it was finally the weekend. The same soft tap on my door from Monday's morning (and the rest of the week's) alerted me. I rolled over onto my back and placed my hands on my lower stomach. "Yes, Brian?" He opened the door and stepped in, softly shutting it behind him. I scooted over and patted on the empty space beside me. He nodded and took a seat next to me. He turned his body to face me and I did the same. "I have some exciting news," he spoke softly. A small smile emerged on his lips. "Oh yeah?" I tilted my head in question, "what's that?"

Brian hesitated before answering, gulping down what seemed like fear. Or excitement? I couldn't tell. He was often hard to read, to be quite honest.

"We're having our first gig tonight!" He eventually said proudly."Oh my goodness!" I responded in the matching tone that he had.

"Are you serious?"

The man frantically nodded his head, his small smile transforming into a toothy grin. I pulled him tightly into a hug.

"That's so awesome, Bri," I said, releasing my hold.
"I'm so glad you're happy about it."
"Yeah of course! Why wouldn't I be?" I said in a less enlightened voice.
"I don't know," he shrugged and looked down at his feet. "I guess I was worried that the only person I have left wouldn't be as excited about it as I am." My faint smile turned into a frown.
"Hey," I said, my eyes full of sympathy, "don't worry about me." I lowered my head to attempt to reach his level. "I'll always support you, no matter what you choose to do. Just like you do for me." His piercing green eyes were teary, but he wiped them away swiftly as he chuckled. I think he was embarrassed. I pulled him into another hug, this one more meaningful. My eyes closed, feeling safety in his arms.
"Thank you Samantha," he whispered. I said nothing, but smiled, knowing I'll never be as happy as he is now. He's following his dreams, I thought, why can't you be like him? You have to do something with your life, Samantha. Do something. Anything.
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Sorry this chapter is so short! I just wanted to give you guys a little teaser before Roger comes in. He's coming in the next chapter, don't worry! -Katie