𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘬 - roger taylor

drunken thoughts.

july 1, 1974

i finally got to have a chill day. no nagging from my mother, no trips to the mall with lilly. just me, myself, and writing. i haven't been able to do this in so long and i'm so excited to finally be inspired by something.

it was around 8pm and i was drinking this type of tea that fred told me about. it's honestly quite good.

as more time pasted the more i got into the chapter i was writing, or trying to write. until the ringing of my phone interrupted my ideas.

" hello this is oakley mathews "

" oak leaf! " a man slurred.

" roger? " i said and a smile grew on my face. " wait isn't it like 1am in london? " i questioned. i heard muffled music and voices speaking in the background.

" yea yea, party though ! " he yelled happily causing me to laugh. " i dialed your number because i miss you and your pretty face! " he spoke. a pure smile formed across my face when he said those words.

" i miss you too roger. "

" we joke about it saying we're only friends is because the guys thought i just wanted to get into your pants. well, they were wrong!! " he laughed. " i have myself a girl! emma! like i can't get my own girl plus, you're not my type no offense. " my smile faded as he continued digging himself into a deeper hole. " like you're too preppy almost. i don't know you 100% but you probably whine about not being first or having the best of anything " tear. " or like i don't know, but kinda makes sense why you don't have a boyfriend because what's the reason then? " he laughed " you're pretty but don't have anyone. " silence. " you still there? "

" yea. " i said monotoned.

" that stuff wasn't meant to be rude at all " he laughed. " you get it? yea? "

" mhm.. "

it was silent between us. no one knowing what to say.

" hey roger. i have to go, i have a paper to get done for this interview i hope you don't mind. have fun at the rest of your party. " i sighed.

" yea of course! talk soon "

i slammed the phone down and tears left my eyes. not to the point of sobs, but just a lot of quiet tears.

a/n; ew this is nasty - it's super short and it was just to set up stuff. i'm so sorry.