Bohemian Rhapsody rocked the world.
Of course the critics hated it. But my god, it rocked the whole world. It was everywhere, on the radio, selling wonderfully. The world just seemed better. Freddie was the first to move out and then Rog and Bri...together. Then it was John and I.
I woke up in my bed, my lover laid beside me, half off the bed. There was no breakfast started, no muffled conversations. I sat straight up, the blanket fell, revealing my bra clad top. "I miss them." I said. John let out a guttural sound and picked up his head to look at me. "I know dear it's been the third time, you've said this...this week and it's Tuesday." He mumbled sitting up properly and running a hand through his hair. "I mean...it feels." I waved my hands around. "Empty." John finished my sentence for me. I nodded. "Empty." I repeated the brunette. "Well we have an interview today, perhaps you could join us." John said, slipping out of bed and going to our closet. "Oh no no, I don't want to intrude." I spoke wrapping the blanket around me. John looked at me a soft glare on his face. "Then I'll just tell them how you keep on whining and complaining and telling me how much you miss them. Roger will love that." John spoke pulling out a shirt and pants. "What about the interviewer, what if he thinks I have improper etiquette because I'm inviting myself?" John tugged the shirt on over his head and looked at me. "Hello, my name is John Richard Deacon I was born August 19th 1951, care to join me this interview?" He asked. I giggled softly and nodded. "There now you're not inviting yourself." The male said. "Now get dressed."
Once I walked into the studio, sporting a yellow sweater (that matched johns yellow shirt) and some overalls, my brother ran over and scooped me in a hug. I laughed lightly and hugged him back. "Oh the apartments been so empty without you lot." I said as Brian and Freddie soon came to claim their hugs. "She doesn't shut up about it." John said. I shot him a scowl and smiled at the boys. "How are the new places?" I asked. "If you ever need a maid, I'll work for money." I said before laughing lightly. John had wondered off to the loo or something. "Psh, we don't want that, how's it living with John alone?" Freddie asked. "Fun." I replied with a soft smile. "Ew!" Roger said. I scoffed and showed him the promise ring still on my finger. "Give us details." Freddie said. "I dunno, the normal I suppose. Waking up next to him and his wide 'good morning' grin is the sweetest and his hair is so messy. Um we always eat breakfast together, no television just the two of us, being together." I shrugged softly. "Then he goes to do whatever you lot do and I do school, and we have dinner together and tell each other about our day and depending on how busy the day was we end up cuddling each other on the couch or cuddling in bed." I said, the slightest hint of a smile on my face. "The wedding can't be far." Freddie said. I rolled my eyes. "Shush up."
I was stood next to the camera man, Mary beside me. The boys were answering the questions, about money, music, fame and as always their love lives. "Is there anyone special in your lives?" The interviewer asked. I mimicked the interviewer and Mary laughed lightly. Roger and Brian looked at each other before shaking their heads. Freddie shrugged "I haven't the slightest clue." He said. John gave a short and simple nod. I smiled widely and the interviewer moved on to the next question.
After the interview we all went out to get lunch. I sat in-between John and Freddie. The conversation never stopped. We just talked and talked, catching up with each other. It was nice, I really missed this. Us. It was absolutely heavenly. After lunch, we all just hung out, Freddie showed us the mansion and Roger and Brian showed us their flat. One bedroom. One bath. One kitchen. One dining room. One living room. I walked out the single bedroom and looked at John who was at the end of the hallway. I gave him a smile, and he blew me a kiss, only roger walked out the bathroom and caught the kiss. I giggled softly and John walked off into the kitchen. "What's so funny?" The blonde asked. "Nothing, nothing at all. Is Brian a good lay?" I asked. "Yeah he's alright." Roger said with a nod. "Just all right?" I asked. "Aggressive." Roger said. "You are annoying." I replied, walking over to Rog with my hands behind my back. "At least I get some action." He retorted. I gently hit his arm "I'm happy for you." I said, before pecking his cheek and rejoining the others.
Back in the car, John and I were talking about the day. "Want a dog?" John asked. "Well of course I do." I said. "Good." John pulled into the pound and I struggled to contain my happiness. "Stay here." He said, he put the car in park and got out the car. I sat in my seat patiently waiting. After 10 minutes ish, John walked out carrying a small puppy. Her fur was white and a light brown at the top, she seemed to be about 6 weeks old. He sat in the drivers seat and handed me the small dog. I cooed and she squirmed. "Her name is Marsha, because she looks like a Marshmallow. Mum was a shiba inu and dad was a golden retriever. Shes 6 and a half weeks old." John explained as I showered the small dog with love. "I love her." I said. John smiled "Fantastic." He said. The brunette started the car and we drove off.
The three of us walked into the pet store. Marsha was in my arms, taking a nap. John and I walked around. We got the pup a pink collar with rhinestone decorations, that looked like diamonds, and a personalized dog collar that said 'Marsha' in cursive with a heart made out of the end of the A. We got her a pink leash to match. The two of us picked a bed that was a circle and had 'princess' written on it. At this point Marsha had woken up, we picked out some cute bowls and wet dog food. Marsha picked out a couple toys and treats for herself. We also got some potty training stuff. After our small shopping spree, we took the small dog back to the apartment and watched her sniff around at everything. John and I cleared out one of the rooms and set up her bed, bowls and food. We put her treats on top of the fridge and her toys in a corner in her room, which she scattered everywhere in the total amount of five seconds. After an hour of running around wreaking havoc and almost going to the bathroom on the floor (John panicked and rushed her outside) Marsha was asleep on the farthest left cushion on the couch, snoring softly. John and I positioned ourselves around the pup, moving slow as to not wake her up. I was nustled up against his side, his arm around me. Elvis was on the television, Marsha's head was on my feet and Johns hand was giving her small scratches on her back. "How's this love?" John asked softly. "It's perfect." I said softly. "She's perfect, you're perfect." "Oh shush." John said. I smiled up at John, and he leaned down and gently kissed me. "I love you." He said. "I love you too." I replied.
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Sorry this update took so long, with the end of school and summer, I've been a busy bee.
