the way you make me feel *Roger Taylor*

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Well, what a fucking bit that had been. I'm still confused on what she means by she's not interested in me. Maybe she's just playing hard to get like some girls have, but they eventually give in.

If I'm being honest, I never truly forgot about Abby, I just stopped talking about her. My mind always trailed back to her every now and then, but I never fucking knew that I would actually reunite with her.

I was very tempted to ask Fred how she was doing, but that would've given me away, so I stayed quiet.

Of course I still had my stands, but I wasn't really happy. If I see a gorgeous woman, I go for her. Of course nobody is as gorgeous as Abby, and there's been none as beautiful and mysterious as her.

I parked my car in front of my flat and went inside. First thing I did was go in my room and plop down on my bed. Once again, my mind trailed back to her.

She has such a unique personality, none that I have ever seen in a woman. I just want to have a chance with her, but she's not interested. She doesn't even know me fully which is bollucks. I mean yes it hurt getting turned down by her, but I didn't want it to be like that.

"So did you tell Abby I wanted to speak with her?" a voice said from under me.

I jumped up and saw that I was almost laying on Freddie, and I was thinking too much about Abby to even realize it.

"Holy shit Fred, what the fuck!"

"What?"

"Why are you in my house mate?"

"Because I had a key from a while ago darling, I didn't feel like going farther to my flat and yours is closer, so I crashed here."

"You scared the bloody hell out of me, and yes I did tell her. Why do you want to talk to her?" I asked.

"Because darling, it just hit me this morning that her father owns a recording studio she works at sometimes. Maybe if I ask her to use it, she'll let us."

"Fred that's brilliant! Very good, but can uh-"

"You want to know more about her, don't you darling."

I nodded and slumped my head down. I sat back down on the bed and sat back to where I was facing my ceiling.

"Well what do you want to know about her dear?" He asks.

"Well I want to know the basics, what she hasn't told me."

"Well, her full name is Abigail Mae Johnson, but her family calls her Abby Mae. Her friends just call her Abby. She's just recently broken up with her boyfriend of 6 months because he cheated on her right in front of her face. She was born in New York, but grew up here in London since she was little. She's planning on going through nursing school and wants to become a NICU nurse." He said.

"So that's the bloke she was telling me about that broke her heart."

"Anything else you wish to know?" He asked.

"Does she usually play hard to get?"

"Sometimes, but she is quite a sasser, why?"

"She told me she wasn't interesting in people like me."

He raised his eyebrows for a brief moment as if I were crazy or something. I didn't know what else to say so I sat there in silence until he said something.

"Oh I know why, it's because her ex was also a womanizer like you. He jumped from women to women but said he wanted to settle down with Abby. He lied and they went to a party where they both got pissed and Abby needed to go in a different room to settle down a bit. Once she was almost sobered up she went back to the party and saw Andrew snogging up another woman."

That makes so much sense. I feel terrible now because of the reputation and impression I set on myself to make Abby think I wouldn't be loyal to her. God, I'm so stupid. I act like I have it all when in reality I'm just a small town boy who requires multiple ladies attention.

"It all makes sense now."