Queen oneshots

Blow up : Dealor

Roger's POV:
We where recording today, and currently working on a song Brian wrote called 'tear it up' it was quiet good, he's done better but I liked it. Everyone was at the studio apart from John, which was odd for him since he's not one to be late. But recently he had been acting quite odd, he was pushing me away, not even staying over at my place like he usually did. I was very confused, and concerned about him.

"Where on earth is he? We need him for the backing, what is up with him recently?" Freddie sighed in annoyance.

"I don't know Fred, he's been off with me too recently. I'll talk to him about it later." I said whilst plucking the strings of one of Brian's guitars.

"I hope he's okay." Brian bit down on his bottom lip looking worried.

"Yeah so do I." I sighed quietly.

Just then the door swung open and John stumbled in, completely soaked from the rain, and a bottle of beer in his hand. He looked awful.

"John! There you are, why are you so late?" Brian asked jumping to his feet.

"Overslept." He mumbled, not looking at any of us.

"Well Deaks, that's not really good enough. You know how we do things." Freddie scolded him.

"Oh shut up! You can't fucking talk, your always late, so don't give me any of that shit!" He shouted, slurring his words. We where all in complete shock, Freddie the most. John rarely shouted at any of us, not really. He also never told us to shut up, and never swore like that at us.

"What did you just say?" Freddie asked astonished.

"I said, shut- the- fuck- up." He replied popping the 'p' on up, and crossing his arms over his chest, looking at Freddie as if to say he wasn't taking anyone's shit.

"What has gotten into you?!" Freddie shouted.

"Nothing. I'm just fed up of being everyone's little bitch, you know I have my own fucking opinions too." He snapped back.

Freddie sprung forward but Brian held him back, this wasn't John. I walked over to him and tried to take the beer bottle from his hands.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He slurred, tightening his grip on the bottle and moving it further away from me.

"You're drunk, and being rude. Give me the bottle." I instructed him sternly.

"Ooo, you gunna make me?" He taunted, what had gotten into him.

I didn't want to encourage his childish behaviour so I just snatched the bottle out of his hands, and placed it in the bin.

"Don't snatch Taylor." He smirked.

"Come on, let's just get recording, we're already behind." I looked scornfully at John as I said the last part causing him to roll his eyes.

"John your in with Roger first doing backing." Freddie informed John, who half nodded and followed me into the booth.

He lazily picked up his bass and began to play the wrong song, "John! No, wrong song. We are playing 'tear it up' come on." I scowled in frustration.

"Ugh what a shit song." He muttered under his breath but still made sure it was loud enough for Brian to hear.

He didn't retaliate though, just shook his head and didn't think much of it. Freddie counted us in and we began to play, John being completely out of time.

"John!" Freddie shouted from the other side of the glass. Causing John to look up with a bored, unimpressed expression on his face.

"What now?" He asked purposely sounding annoyed.