𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎

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Freddie's P.O.V.
"Bye, Delilah, Dorothy, Goliath, Jeremy, Jerry, Lily, Marie, Miko, Oscar, Romeo, Sprinkles, Stanley, Tiffany, and Tom. I'm going to a bar," I say to my cats.

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"Why would she think I'm gay? I wasn't flirting with other men. I just like to pretend I'm- yeah, I'm probably gay."

"Hey, cutie." A man says by me.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"No, but I bet I'll know you by tonight."

"That pickup line was terrible." I say.

"Eh, whatever." The man says sitting by me. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend dumped me." I say sadly.

"Because you're gay?" He asks.

"She said we weren't right together," I say. "Now shes going off on a holiday with her family."

"My girlfriend thought I was straight." He says. "I broke up with her today too."

"Well, here's to being gay," I say lifting up my glass.

"To being gay." He says lifting his glass up as well.

"Oh, I didn't catch your name yet." I say.

"...Paul. Paul Prenter."

{({A/N tEe hEe hEe- paul's just gonna make this story a mess but oh well. here's queen:

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