Smoke - RogerTaylor {mature}

45 - Rat

I was walking at a fast pace, to Lilly's house.
Before I even arrived I saw Fred and Rog walking home. "Guys!" I called, they looked up "hi!"
I clutched onto Rogers arm and looked at their faces "who is your manager?"

"What?" Freddie asked confused.
"Who is you band manager?"
"It's Norman Sheffield..."
"I think I just met him" I said, the guys looked at me confused.

I grabbed them and set them down on a bench with me in between them. Rog put his hand on my thigh but I slapped it off, I was trying to talk.
"What's going on darling? You're all flushed" Freddie asked. Roger pulled me on his lap "yeah what's up babe?"

"Not to be rude or anythin'," I said to Fred, while pushing Roger off of me while he reluctantly tried to kiss me.
"But you guys don't make a lot of money, do you?"
Fred sighed "no... the music industry isn't as well-earning as I had guessed it". "Well" I said, "that Sheffield dude doesn't seem too poor to me - oh Rog, fuck off I'm trying to talk to Fred"
Roger pouted and moved his hand.

Freddie chuckled at Roger and me but them got serious again "what are you saying, Helena?"

I frowned "I just- I don't think it adds up... he was gloating about his expensive watch and stuff and you guys don't seem to make more than a buck, while you do all the hard work".

Freddie thought about what I said for a second and then he scoffed "I knew it! The fucking rat. He always said that we needed to make more songs if we needed money and all this time he was profiting off of us!"

"That's what I thought!" I said.

Freddie leaned back, a disgusted expression on his face.

Now I turned to Roger. He was still pouting a little. "... can I kiss you now then?" he complained.
I smiled, grabbed his face and gave him a long kiss.