Everything Else; Maylor

The Brunette.

BRIANS POV:

"Is this a Roger Taylor?"

"Yes it is." The voice from the phone replies. He sounded hungover. Before I could say anything else a loud thud projected from the phone with a loud "Fuck." I think he fell. 

"You right?"

"Eggcelle- Excellent. Jesus." He groaned, confused at his own words. I quietly laughed to myself, "Can I help you? It's the middle of the night." His voice raised.

"Its two-pm."

"FUCK!" Another thud. This time I decided to ignore the loud bang.

"Its Brian May from Groovy Records." Silence.

"Oh! Brian, sorry mate." I knew he remembered who I was- he didn't have to think. At the club with his friend, the brunette, last night he spoke about how cute I was. I watched them last night, they seemed close, touchy but always talking about men other than themselves. 

In the background there was a voice of a man's. I couldn't catch what he said but I assumed its the same guy Roger went home with last night. 

"Sorry a- what's up?"

"Well," I gulped. "Tomorrow, four-pm, meet at the record store and come back to mine to jam?" That sounded so desperate- at least I said it with confidence? I'm really trying to convince myself aren't I?

"Bitchin'."

"Sounds good." I hung up, throwing a harsh victory punch. I trotted over to the kitchen to make myself some tea while I thought. I don't know where Roger is so I can't exactly find him and see what he's doing. Sounds like I'm just gonna have a peaceful day at home. 

I placed Bowie's 'Hunky Dory' on the turntable while I sketched. Yeah, I draw. Not often. Usually it's when I'm bored or have nothing to do. I prefer reading about astronomy because I'm a smart cookie. I probably sound boring, quiet and alone but at least I don't have anyone pestering me. I have one friend, Tim Staffell. He's pretty cool I guess but, he is homophobic. It doesn't bother me too much however, it does annoy me a tad. But, he plays bass and sings and he's quite good- we've jammed a few times. He is a busy guy though, always in some new band, hanging with new people everyday. He's quite a lady's man as well. Last shag I had was back in high school with a fucking girl. She told me to stop but I accidentally had already came in her. Still makes me laugh. I didn't assault her or anything but, halfway through she said she wanted to stop but, right after I came. She never spoke to me again.

Anyways, its about four-pm now and I think I might go to my favourite cafe- I've been craving one of their coffees all day. I'm a regular there.

I walked in to the chai smelling cafe, 'Cup of Bean', ready to order with my usual.

"Same as always?" The man at the register asked. I nodded with a smile and so did he in response and charged me the normal amount. All the employees know me, however, they've never asked for my name but, always made polite small talk.

 I sat in my regular spot, starting to read the newspaper when I heard a loud clanking of boots entering the store. I looked up then down, then up again, taking a second glance. The brunette who's friends with Roger. He almost had a smirk on his face walking in, he looked like the type of person that stands tall and confident, yet they are actually the opposite. I had to stare, how could you not? He was a sight. Dark green, velvet bellbottoms, black jacket with yellow flowers that were flared at the sleeves, hair with volume and very noticeable eyeliner. I think thats what caught my eye. Lots of men wore makeup late at night, partying. But, you don't see many during the day with bold makeup. Realising I was staring, I averted my gaze back to the newspaper.

"Like what you see, I presume." A sly voice came from above me, that brunette. He held a large  smirk- he was obviously gay. I shrugged and continued reading my paper. "May I?"

I nodded before he sat close to me, I didn't focus on him at all- completely unbothered. 

"Darling, what's the deal with your hair?" He tried to stifle a laugh, "Its horrendous."

"I like it." I spoke, matter of factly. He seemed pleased with my answer and softly placed his hand on my thigh. I looked down and back at him, "Can I help you?"

"If you'd like." He chuckled. So this was Roger's buddy. Hopefully they weren't sleeping together because I definitely do not like sloppy seconds. And this guy was extremely flirtatious. This is the people you hang out with Roger!? I can change that for you. "Do you have a name?"

"Do I?" I muttered, receiving a long stare. "Its Brian."

"Freddie." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Freddie." I lied.

"And you, darling." Before we knew it, Freddie's name was called by the barista, his coffee was ready. "See you round." I nodded. He picked up his coffee and sashayed out the cafe, swaying his hips slightly. I chuckled at the silliness. Yes, silliness.

I'll be getting rid of that problem soon, Roger.