My Love, Brian May [The Last Chapter] {Completed}

Father's Day

     June 16th, 1993

"Y'know what I find quite odd mum?" Michael asks from the kitchen table with a book under his head.
"What's that dear?" I reply, setting a clean dish on the rack before beginning to clean another one.
"That Roger's still living with us." He replies, his nose still stuck in that book of his. His curls were about shoulder length and he didn't want them cut anytime soon. They weren't like Brian's all poofy, they were more like mine, less volume. And his green eyes were still as beautiful as ever especially with his slightly tan skin tone that he again got from me.
"Roger's life is pretty tough dear. Before you were born, some terrible things happened to him that I can't tell you until your a bit older but he needed and still needs us to this day so we're going to do all we can to help him." I explain, shutting the sink off and drying my hands.
"Oh..." is all he manages to say before continuing to read. "Hey, can I go to Roberts house?" He asks marking his page and closing his book of "Music Theory." I don't entirely know what it means either.
"Sorry dear, John took him out to his grandparents house. He won't be back for a few days."
"Oh..." He says with a sigh, slouching down in his chair. "There's nothing to do. When's dad getting back?"
"Around now actually. I don't know whats keeping him." I reply heading on over to my grocery list to add a carton of milk that I had suddenly remembered I needed.
"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you. I made it into the dance group that I auditioned for. My first actual concert is going to be in 2 weeks where we are going to be back up dancing for this one singer who's pretty popular in Wales." He says excitedly while flashing a pearly white smile.
"That's great love. I'm really proud of you and your hard work. You certainly remind me of your father." I congratulate, shooting him a prideful smile back. "Where's the concert?"
"They don't know yet. They'll tell me as soon as the tour dates come out."
"Are you sure you're ready to tour? I mean, your only thirteen." I ask nervously at the idea of my son touring with some strangers.
"It's only for a week and I think it'll be in London so I won't be too far for too long." He assures making me feel a bit better but still worried like the concerning mom I was.
Suddenly the door swings open to reveal Brian and Roger. I look at the clock then back at them. "Why the delay?" I ask as Roger enters the room and takes his sunglasses off, placing them in his shirt pocket.
"Fred wanted to go for a beer at the pub downtown." He explains as Brian enters the room and places a kiss on Michaels head and one on my lips.
"At 5:30 pm?" I ask, leaning towards the idea of that being a bit late for a beer especially since he was supposed to be back by 3:30.
"It's Freddie. He'll drink whenever." He replies with a shrug before pulling a yawn.
"Michael why don't you tell dad what you made into." I suggest heading over to the dining table and taking a seat next to him.
     "Oh, I made it into the dance team. We're going to be performing as backup dancers for this one singer from Wales. The tour starts in two weeks. Oh and they said I might get paid for it." He explains to Brian who looks both proud and worried at the same time.
     "Who's all going on this tour? I don't want you to travel around with a bunch a strangers." He asks pulling his concerned expression that he's been pulling a lot lately.
     "My coach, 3 other boys and the singer and his crew of course." He replies, brushing a curl away from his green eyes.
     "Hmmmm, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it to one of them. But I'll be sure to try." He promises shooting him a proud smile. He smiles back before opening his book at the marked page and began to read once again.
     "Well, If you boys are hungry...there's some leftovers warmed up in the oven." I say with a sigh before exiting the kitchen and making my way up the stairs.
     As I reach the top of the case, I pass my room to go to the balcony at the end of the hall. Opening the glass doors, I receive a large gust of wind before entering and shutting the doors behind me.
     It was Father's Day. A supposedly good day and I suppose it was. The dusk colors covered the roaming sky that eventually lead to the setting sun. My years of being young are over. I'm 41 and my life seems to be getting closer to the end than I expected.
     I keep thinking about something big bound to happen but everyday wisps away like any other. Maybe this was the end of being unhappy. Sure I loved my life, but I'm afraid of what is to come in the future. I'm afraid of death itself.
     "Yeah I'm just going to take a smoke break real quick." I hear from behind the closed doors as I felt the vibrations of feet approach the balcony. 'Sweet Jesus not now.'
     I turn around to find Roger opening the door to the balcony and pulling a cigarette out from his pocket. "Mind if I join you?" He asks entering and closing the door behind him.
     "Yeah sure." I reply scooting over towards the edge of the railing as he lit his cigarette. A cloud of smoke blew out of his mouth, vanishing into the air as if it was nothing.
     "Y'know, you should really quit." I say turning to face him as he took another puff.
     "I have no reason to though." He replies, tapping the ashes on the metal bar before placing it back between his lips.
     "You'll kill yourself."
     "Yeah but no one would actually care. See if any of the other members died, than we would have problems but I'm just the drummer... I don't mean nothing."
     "Roger..."
     "Just telling the truth love, don't need to get all sentimental on me." He chuckles taking another inhale of the light and blowing another smokey cloud.
     "I would care...as much as I don't really like you like that anymore, I would still care. You're just as important as Brian or Freddie or John. Without you, there is no Queen. You keep everyone in order with your incredible ability to keep time and sing at the same time. Do you know how amazing that is?"
     His expression turns serious at my reaction before cracking a small smile. "Well the way you say it sounds like your actually right." He says with a nervous laugh. "It's just hard Izzy. It's hard having to live with your friends family and to get in the way of their lives when I could go out and try to live my own. Not only is it hard though, it fucking embarrassing and I don't want to be an embarrassment in front of your family especially you." He says in a frustrating tone that made me feel sympathy towards him.
"Roger, I've known you for over 20 years. Knowing me, do you think that if I didn't like you presence I would've told you by now?" I ask sarcastically while raising my eyebrows for his response.
"I suppose..." he says blushing a bit before taking yet another drag of the addiction.
"So are you gonna slowly kill your self or flick that thing from the balcony and never pick one up ever again?"
He turns to meet my serious eyes before letting out a small chuckle followed by more color filling his cheeks.
"You're cute when you're angry." He replies putting the small flame out in the weed before flicking it down below us, letting my small breeze catch it before it hit the ground.
With that, he turns around and heads back inside with the smile still plastered to his face. Didn't think he would be that easy to convince. He won't last a day.