Queen oneshots

Detention : Maylor

brian's pov:
oh god, oh god how did this happen? i have detention, like actually- i'm starring at the slip of paper now and- god! my parents are gunna kill me. ok it's fine, they won't find out just- let's just go to the library.

i pushed the oak doors open and was a little surprised to see there where only 3 people-  including the teacher who looked as though he might fall asleep, in the room. i recognised both boys, one a kid who i sometimes pass in the hall- two years below me i think, and a boy in my year, Roger Taylor. he was of course the trade mark 'bad boy', he was always in here.

he sat near the back, replacing back on his chair and resting his legs up on the desk in front of him. he was chewing on a rather blunt pencil and didn't even seem to notice my presence. i shrugged and walked over to a desk near the back- not too far from Roger, but certainly not too close.

i got out my text books and equipment and began writing, i was not to let this time go to waste, i just had to focus.

"psssst! hey, you!" a harsh whisper came from behind me.
i spun round and saw roger now leant forward over his desk opposed to leaning back on it.

"what?" i asked back in frustration wanting to get back to work.

"what are you doing?"

"umm, i'm studying what does it look like i'm doing?" i scoffed and turned back around.

"hey! hey!" i head again and begrudgingly turned back around.
i raised my eyebrows at the blond boy waiting for him to speak again.

"i know your studying- but why?"

"what? i- what are you talking about?"

the boy let out a loud sigh and stood himself up, i was intrigued as to what he was doing but not for long as he plopped himself down beside me.

"i'm asking why you are wasting your time." he sighed, placing the chewed pencil between his lips.

"umm maybe so i can pass school- get a job, maybe have a life? just a thought." i replies my words frosty with sarcasm.

"snooozeee! borrring, i choose your live life to its fullest while you can- you know there is a one in three chance you will get arthritis- so do what you can while you can."

"i'm pretty sure that statistic is completely false." i scoffed.

"whatever you say old man." roger shrugged twisting the pencil around with his fingers.

i stifled a laugh at his terrible insult.

"my names brian by the way." i said holding out my hand for him to shake.

"i know you you are." roger laughed swatting away my hand.

"you do?" i asked- a little shocked. i had never spoken to the guy before and wasn't in any of his classes.

"of course- i'm good with names. you pass me every day, your locker is like only 2 down from mine."

"oh."

"wow- i'm actually really offended that you didn't notice me before, very hurt." he joked as he wiped a 'tear' from the corner of his eye.

"i know who you are- of course i do, Roger Taylor, i just am not very observant is all." i shrugged, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips.

we continued our conversation, it soon strayed away from small talk about subjects and school- into more personal stuff.

"i'm dyslexic you know- and failing at like all my subjects- not biology though, i can actually do that." roger said not fazed in the slightest.