Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (JoeMazzello!JohnDeacon fanfic)

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Even though it wasn't where they'd wanted to play that night, Freddie had managed to get a last minute slot in another pub, The Crossed Peels for them to play in.

And so after having a quick shower and kicking Roger out of his bedroom so she could get changed, Roxanne swipes on some lipstick and meets the boys in the living room.

"Lovely, darling. I love that jacket," Freddie says, twirling her under his arm, "You must let me borrow it sometime."

"If you let me borrow that shirt," she raises an eyebrow, grinning when he nods eagerly.

Roger watches the interact with a smile on his face; to say they're getting on well is an understatement.

Twenty minutes later, Roxanne finds herself up in the front seat of the van, squashed between the girl Roger had spent last night with (who she still doesn't know the name of) and the window while Freddie and Brian sit in the back.

On the way to the pub, they would be picking up John (or Deaky as they've so affectionately named him) and Roxanne can't help but hope that he's as lovely as Freddie. She had asked Roger what he was like but all he had told her, was that he was quiet.

They come to an abrupt halt outside what looks like student accommodation and Roxy follows Freddie's lead when he gets out of the van. She's not sitting next to the two of them for the rest of the journey. Not a chance.

Freddie chuckles as she climbs into the back beside Brian as Roger lays on the horn.

"Why don't you just go up and get him?" Roxanne asks when he gives it a brief break.

"He can't. He shagged someone who stays on the floor below and didn't ring her back."

Of course he did.

Roger clears his throat uncomfortably as the girl sat beside him throws him a dirty look.

"I believe the words she used were, when she saw him with some other young lady were - what were they again, Roger?" Brian asked.

"She said she'd put my nuts in a vice," he answers, pressing the horn again and he looks over his shoulder at them, "She's not my biggest fan."

"I wonder why," his cousin teases, popping her head through the chairs as the door to the building flies open and a young man who couldn't have been any older than her, comes rushing out carrying a large case.

"Is that him?" Roxanne asks and Brian nods.

"That's our Deaky."

First impressions? He certainly doesn't look as if he belongs in an aspiring rock band. For one thing, he's wearing a sweater vest and a pair of bell bottoms. His hair is long and honestly, it looks really soft and she has to refrain herself from asking if she could touch it.

This was their first meeting. Maybe next time.

"Thanks for that, mate," is the first thing John Deacon says as he gets into the van, giving Roger a positively scathing glare as he carefully hands his instrument back to Brian, "Laura says hello."

"She does?"

"Also, she says she hopes you get a bottle of piss thrown at you tonight."

Roxanne leans forward once more, "Is Laura...?"

"Yep," Roger mutters as if the girl he had spent last night with isn't sitting right beside him, "As I said, she isn't my biggest fan."

When he doesn't introduce her, Roxanne clears her throat and Roger glances at her before rolling his eyes.