My Love, Brian May {Book 2}

The Gift

     May 1st 1977
     Couple weeks have passed since Roger and my moment. I'm starting to feel okay about the whole friendship thing between us. I still can't believe I got a bloody heart attack from him. Lord help me.
     "Izzy I'm going to pick up some copy's of music at the record shop. Wanna come?" Brian hollers from the kitchen. I sit up from my thinking and a wide smile spreads across my face.
     "Yep! Coming love!" I reply throwing on some shoes and a jacket before entering the kitchen where Brian was fluffing his curls in front of a mirror. "Aww you look so cute when you fluff your poofy hair." I comment as I pass him.
     "You look so cute when you comment on my hair.." He replies with a playful smirk. I smile back before pressing my lips against his.
     "What music did you write this time?" I question him as I break the kiss.
     "I'm having the boys and I play at the wedding..." he replies smiling down into my surprises brown eyes.
     "But your the groom."
     "I can play the March and be the groom at the same time. When I asked them Roger seemed thrilled." He chuckles at his wacky friend. I on the other hand just shake my head and smile. "Alright love, lets go." He says before taking one last look in the reflection.

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     As I venture around the shop, I notice a rack of drumsticks with a sign saying "personalized drumsticks for any drummer! We can write whatever you want on it!"
     I nod my head and smile as I think of Roger and his habit of breaking sticks. I pick up a package of sticks while reading the label.
     "Extra sturdy and almost unbreakable! For any hard core drummer!"
     "Perfect..." I whisper to myself before bringing the sticks to the counter while Brian talked to the manager at the back.
     I set the sticks in front of the clerk as I take my wallet out. "What would you like to put on the sticks Miss?" He asks as I take my bills out.
     "Could you write Roger Taylor on each stick with stars on either side?"
     I clerk looks at me wide eyed. "Roger Taylor huh? You know him?"
     "He's a good friend of mine. I'm engaged to his band mate." I explain pointing to the back of the room towards Brian. The clerk nods in return before grabbing the sticks and taking them out of the package.
     He then brings them over to a small printing machine in which carves letters and symbols onto wooden materials. I watch as the small machine spells out "Roger Taylor" with a star on either end.
     I hand the clerk my cash before receiving my gift towards Roger. As I gather my change I feel a set of hands grasp my waist.
     "What'd you buy?" Brian whispers into my ear.
     "Unbreakable sticks for Rog. He needs them." I say sarcastically before turning around and pecking him on the lips.
     "You got that right. Anyway, I got the music. We can go now." He says waving the sheets of music in front of me.
     "Great!" I say and grasp his hand before walking out of the store hand in hand.

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I knock on Rogers door waiting for a response. I had told Brian I was giving the sticks to him which was true so I was not lying to him.
Shuffling is heard from within the flat before the knob jiggles and the door swings open to reveal Roger in an unbuttoned shirt, jeans, and messy hair. A smile spreads across his face as he sees its me.
"Izzy...what brings you to my flat?" He asks sarcastically while leaning against the door frame.
"I bought something for you. Something that will come in handy." I reply while holding the sticks behind my back. He tilts his head in curiosity.
"Oh yeah?" He responds with the same smirk on his face.
"Yes." I say before taking the sticks out from behind my back and revealing the name carved onto each stick in black ink. He stares wide eyed before carefully taking the sticks from my hand.
"Wh..why did you..."
"Well you keep fucking breaking them so I decided to get you a newer better pair. Just try not to break these ones this time." I say before giggling at his reaction still glued to his face.
"I don't think I can even use these. They're so...beautiful." He says while twirling them in his hands. 'Show off'
"I thought you might like them. Well I better be on my way then." I say turning around to go back to my parked car.
"Izzy wait!" He calls out making me turn back around to face him. "Do you...do you want a drink?" He stutters holding the sticks tightly in his hands.
I press my lips together in thought before nodding my head and walking back towards him. With a smile across his face, he opens the door wider to let me through.
As I look around their surprisingly neat flat, Roger grabs two beers from the fridge. I smile at a picture of the girls and the band all gathered around a stage looking silly as ever. 'I miss those days. When we were all high schoolers just trying to have fun but also hated life at the same time.'
Roger hands me an ice cold beer before taking a seat on the couch. He motions me to take a seat so I do and already I feel a bit uncomfortable.
"You guys better release that damn album." I say popping the cap off the beer and taking a drink.
"Why's that?" He chuckles leaning back and also taking a gulp of the alcohol.
"I need the tour life back inside of me. I miss touring." I sigh looking at the same portrait of us on the wall.
"We had a good ride didn't we?" He also sighs looking up at the same picture I was looking at.
"It isn't over yet... it's just starting to die down is all." His eyes glance down at his drink making me curious of his unexpected shyness. "What's going on with you?" I ask nudging his elbow while taking another drink of beer.
"It's just Dom. I'm still unsure of it all."
"Roger if you leave her you'll have no one else to go to. It's not like you'll be able to date me then."
"I know I know. Maybe I will stay with her."
"Good, I don't deserve to lose a lady friend who understands me the most."
Roger cocks his eyebrow before looking at me funny. "Dom understands you?"
"Well...sorta. I don't think anyone understands me really. Not even Brian." The sound of Brian coming out of my mouth made Roger look back down at the floor. 'Poor guy...' "Well, then again, your a pretty understanding person Rog." I add, patting his back before setting my beer down on the coffee table.
He looks up at me with his sparkling blue eyes. "Really?"
"Of course! Your just...so easy with words it makes telling you stuff so much easier on me." I explain getting a small smile from his tiny lips. Roger probably has the smallest mouth ever.
"Maybe you should pour your feelings to me more often." He replies with a smirk on his face. I playfully shove him before checking my watch for the time.
"Not in a lifetime Taylor. Oh god I gotta go." I snap getting up and buttoning my coat back up. Roger stays put as I head towards his door but I stop halfway as an idea comes to mind.
I quickly turn back around and approach him before planting a small kiss on his cheek. "Good Bye Roger." I say before leaving him stunned as I reach the door.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" He asks as I'm halfway out the door.
"Release the fucking album and we'll see!" I call out before shutting the door. The last I hear was a chuckle out of him as I reply to his question.