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by bettycoooper

"Queen. Hm, I like it." Brian said, clicking his fingers. Roger and John nodded in agreement, and it was final. The bands name was Queen. It was so Freddie.

"I knew you would." Freddie winked, cheers'ing his wine with my Fosters. Everyone erupted in laughter, whilst I lay back on the sofa. To celebrate, Brian pulled out a bottle of Vodka.

"Where the fuck are you getting all of this alcohol from?" Mary asked, turning her nose up as she took a whiff of the Vodka. Brian shrugged, taking a quick shot of the liquid. Barely pulling a face, he passed it to Roger, who easily shot it back.

"I'm always prepared, Mary." Brian said. I took the full bottle from Roger, who was now sitting very close to me, my fingers brushing against his, causing a slight electric buzz to shoot through me. I could tell he felt the same, as he smirked. Without breaking eye contact, I wrapped my lips around the bottle and took a large swig, trying so hard not to pull a disgusted face. I was successful, and I placed it down on the table in front of me.

I looked at my watch, noticing that time had gone on and it was now nearly six pm. Shit. I have college in thirteen hours. As everyone began conversation with each other, I leaned in to Roger, bringing my lips to his ears.

"I really don't want to, but I'm going to have to leave soon," I frowned, "I have to be in at seven tomorrow morning."

"I'll drop you back now, if you want?" He suggested. My face dropped; all of us had been drinking. Why was this becoming a normal occurrence? My designated driver getting too pissed, therefore leaving me almost stranded. Opposed to the other times, Roger couldn't save me now - he was pretty tipsy, and definitely not in a fit state to drive. I raised an eyebrow.

"You're not driving, Roger. You've had too much to drink." I scolded. He pouted.

"Forgot about that." He mumbled, sounding very similar to a guilty child. He raised his voice slightly, "Oi, lads, Mary. I'm not being funny, but are any of us sober enough to drive?" Everyone shared a look.

"Nope." Said Brian.

"Not me." Added John.

"I can't see straight, darling." Freddie shrugged. Mary nodded, agreeing with Freddie.

"We'll have to get a taxi. I have a free place - you can all stay at mine, if you want? It's quite near to here." Mary suggested, receiving various different forms of saying yes. I chewed on my lip worriedly, really not wanting to miss college. But at the same time, I had had such a great day with this bunch. What's one day off college?

So that was that. We would pack up, head to Mary's, and collect the cars in the morning. Fortunately, there was a telephone box just down the street. Roger called us a cab, whilst I waited, then I shoved some coins in and called my mother. She picked up after three rings, a loud 'Hello' booming through my ears.

"Hi mum, it's Julia." I said softly, so I didn't sound too drunk.

"Where are you?" She said bluntly.

"Tash and I went for some lunch in Yarmouth," I began, weaving a blatant lie, "and then went to the funfair. As it's quite late, she said I can stay round her house. Is that alright?" I asked. Eighteen years old and still having to ask my mother to do things. There was a minute of silence, and I could practically hear the cogs ticking round in her head, thinking of ways to have a go at me. Instead, her reply shocked me.

"Ok, Julia. As long as you're in college on time. Have a lovely time." She said cooly, and I almost asked her who she was and what she had done with my mum? Instead, I thanked her, sending my love and hanging the phone up. Roger was waiting outside of the box.

"So?" He asked.

"All sorted." I smiled, his arm making its way around my shoulder.

We got back to Mary's flat not long after calling for the cab. She had a beautiful flat - the whole group of us were dotted around different places in her living room, drinking vodka and cokes and listening to some records. We had all got progressively drunk throughout the evening, evident from our actions. I was currently sitting on Rogers lap, head resting on his shoulder sleepily. I could feel him humming into my ear to the music, currently playing The Beatles. I was incredibly attracted to him, especially at this moment. Part of me wanted to rip his clothes off, whilst the other, more sensible part knew that would not be a good idea.

Would it?

Short chapter but I'm doing a double update! So refresh your library!