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6. My Hand on Your Grease Gun

Impatiently, we lingered at the car park, well past the designated meeting time. What is it with everything running late this week? I wondered, stealing a glance at Emma, who was meticulously applying lipstick.

"Hey, you don't usually wear lipstick. What's up?" I inquired, leaning against the wall.

She paused for a moment, clearly searching for an excuse. Both of us knew exactly why she was dolling up—Roger.

"Well, maybe I feel like changing things up a bit, you know," she defensively replied, her face betraying a hint of anxiety as her gaze fixated on something in the distance. I followed her line of sight. The boys had arrived.

The three of them strolled together, reminiscent of a modern-day boy band. Freddie donned a vibrant red velvet jacket paired with black bell-bottoms, perfectly complemented by his platform shoes. He truly was a fashionista. Roger sported blue bell-bottoms, a striped button-up shirt, and his trademark hat—quirky and stylish. It suited him, I had to admit. With a few buttons undone, he revealed a glimpse of his chest. Emma couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him as they approached us.

Brian, on the other hand, opted for a more understated yet gentle attire, mirroring his personality. Black dominated his outfit, with the exception of his unbuttoned shirt that revealed his lower chest. I'm not saying he didn't pull off the more conventional look—on the contrary, he looked strikingly handsome, as he had on the three previous occasions I had seen him.

Nevertheless, Emma was completely enamoured with Roger, her gaze unwavering as they closed the distance between us. She needed to snap out of it. So, I cleared my throat and subtly nudged her side, prompting her to shake her head and straighten up.

"Maria, darling, so good to see you again," Freddie beamed, pulling me into a warm hug, which I graciously accepted. Brian flashed me a smile as I peeked over Freddie's shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile back, quickly redirecting my gaze. It was all too easy to get lost in his captivating presence.

"And who might this be?" Roger directed his question at me, but his eyes were fixed on Emma, who still leaned against the wall.

"This is my friend, Emma. She's my flatmate. And..." My voice trailed off, mortified by the intense gazes exchanged between Emma and Roger. It was as if they were eye-fucking each other right in front of us. "Brian said she can come with me. She wanted to meet you all," I finished, feeling a tinge of discomfort.

"Don't be so shocked, darling. You should see the girls who hang out around our concerts," Freddie chimed in, shaking his head and playfully smacking Roger's arm. "You driving, blondie?"

"Oh, indeed I am," Roger replied, his response carrying an undertone of innuendo as his eyes remaining fixed on Emma. At this rate, she didn't need to worry about making a good first impression.

"It's going to be a bit of a squeeze, I'm afraid," Brian warned Emma and me as we approached Roger's car.

"Emma and I in the front, yeah?" Roger grinned, opening the passenger side, and allowing Emma to slide in before taking the driver's seat himself.

"Didn't really have much of a choice," I muttered to Brian, who hummed in agreement, opening the back door for me to climb in. Freddie had already settled in on the other side. 

Fantastic. A Queen sandwich.

I squeezed myself into the back seat, feeling somewhat suffocated between the solid builds of Freddie and Brian on either side. I wasn't particularly slim, but it wasn't uncomfortably cramped either. However, a slightly discomfort gnawed at me as I observed Emma in the passenger seat, her eyes never leaving Roger.