Queen oneshots

Completely, utterly, cluless : Dealor/Frian

Connecticut, July 1983

John woke up to the loud beeping of his alarm clock, 9am on a Tuesday morning. He stretched out in his bed, trying to wake up. He got up out of bed, and opened the large windows of the old sea front house his Mother and Father had invested in in the 70s, it was a beautiful day. The sea in the distance sparkled in the sun and  the fishermen were already hard at work in there green overalls. Seeing that it was a sunny day already made John feel more awake as the summer sun shone onto his lightly freckled skin through the window.

He did his usual morning routine of showing, getting dressed, having breakfast, brushing his teeth, combing through his newly permed hair, all whilst listening to ABBA records.

He waved a goodbye to his Mother who was humming in the kitchen as she washed the dishes and hurried out the door. He grabbed hold of his bike and hopped on, riding it to work. He had officially finished school and was now trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life, but whatever it was he was sure he would have to save up for it. His family wasn't particularly wealthy, with an older sister and his Dad passed they weren't exactly attending the country club every evening.

The cool breeze felt wonderful blowing though his hair, he waved at a few familiar faces that where spotted on his way, summer mornings always had him in a good mood.

When he arrived he leant his old bicycle against the wall knowing no one would bother to take it, with its faded green paint that was mostly chipped off. He climbed up the stone steps and opened the door, instantly feeling a scene of relaxation as he inhaled the familiar smell of homemade pizza that hung in the hair. It was a small place, nothing too fancy but cooked the best pizza that you would ever taste.

Hs walked behind the counter, his boss- yet more like Father figure was no where to be seen but was most likely in the kitchen already making the dough. He slipped on a apron over his 'Al's Pizza' shirt and began refilling the napkin tray.

His napkin refilling was interrupted as he head a loud crashing sound come from out back in the kitchen.
"Al? You alright back there?" He called over his shoulder. No answer.
"Al?" He called again, concern growing as he walked towards the swinging door.

He walked into the kitchen to see the old Italian man in the back of the cupboard searching around for something.
"Al! You okay?" He shouted causing the man to jump up and bump his head.

"Fanculo!" He exclaimed emerging from the cupboard.

"Sorry! Are you alright?" John asked rushing over to the graying man who was clutching his head in pain.

"Oh Johnny! It's you!" He laughed in relief his thick accent coating his words.

"Yes, am I the first one here?" The boy asked looking around for any sight of the other boys.

"When are you not eh?" Al chucked,
"Now John, I am looking for the pan."

"The pan?" John echoed him, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Yes, yes the big pan. It's umm big! And it's black! You know?"

"Not exactly..." the brunette frowned.

"I using it yesterday, for big pizza." Al explained trying to get John to understand him.

"Oh! Yes I know which one you mean, it should be.... here!" John smiled holding up the pan in his hand and passing it to Al.