Winter Queen (Roger Taylor fanfic)

7. ....she moved

Next afternoon, Josie went to Chelsea, where she found the right address and pressed the doorbell with a name Margaret Sullivan next to it. A blond girl with fine features and a bit prominent nose came to the door, Josie felt something strangely familiar about her. It was explained soon enough.

"Hi, I'm Clare. You must by Jo."

"Roger's sister." Josie realized, also a bit suprised by the nickname she used.

"Of course, come in."

"You look so much alike."

The girls went upstairs and Clare laughed, assuring Josie, she's not the first one to notice that.

"And how do you know my brother? You know, besides the way whole UK knows him, how can you know him so well he helps you with finding a place?"

"You're not he first one to ask that." Josie commented, she also wondered about that already. Not only Roger's behaviour didn't match his press image, also his closed ones weren't used to that, even his sister wasn't. She couldn't understand that.

"So what's the deal?" Clare asked, once they were in front of the door.

"We met the day before yesterday on a party. I'm afraid I'm not able to say much more."

"Alright. Marge? My brother's girl-something is here!"

Marge was nice girl with olive skin and black hair, she gave Josie a tour and in an hour, they went through everything and made a deal. Josie still wasn't able to believe how much had changed in the last two days.

And two days later, she was packing all of her stuff into boxes, with a help from Susan. It was a bit sad, her life fitted in just five boxes, three of them were full of books, half of the fourth's took her typewriter.

Susan was just about to analyse Josie's personal live, when somebody knocked on the door and before they got up, the knock sounded again, more urgent. Josie opened the door and almost whole band crowded inside, only Deaky wasn't there. Josie looked around the hall way and quietly said hello to the girls, who shamelessly stared at the musicians.

"Christ, it's like a showcase here." Roger shivered.

"Is that all you got?" Freddie asked, pointing at the boxes. "Is this why we are all here?"

"I only asked Rog." Josie defended herself.

"You said you need help with moving, I expected more." Roger shrugged.

"Well, at least I won't tear myself off." Freddie said, grabbed one of the boxes and staggered under it's weight.

"That's books." Josie said with an apologetic voice.

"You know, there actually are people with less heavy hobbies? Like, I don't know, sex maybe?" Freddie commented and headed out. Brian laughed, took another box and followed him.

"What was that?" Josie frowned.

"That was Freddie." Roger replied. It took just fifteen minutes to put her stuff into the van, finish the moving out papers in the halls office and they drove to Chelsea, where it took almost the same time to bring everything up.

There was only and old mattress in he room, so Josie's stuff stayed in the boxes. Bu she felt amazing, strong, in a full control of her own live.

"I believe I have an empty bookcase at home." Brian said.

"And I have a cupboard in he attic I don' have use for." Roger added.

"And I'll buy you a bed!" Freddie exclaimed and boys rolled their eyes. Freddie noticed that. "I mean, I have a bed at home, almost new, it's for my cats but they don't like it." He corrected himself quickly.

"Please, don't buy anything, I'm perfectly fine this way." Josie assured them.

"But I do have a bookcase. Chris would be happy to get rid of it."

In a few minutes, boys were out to pick up the furniture, they didn't need. Brian's bookcase was really a bit dusty, Rogers cupboard had battered edges, since it was moving around with him since he started college. But the bed was brand new, still packed in the boxes.

"Freddie, I need to pay it back to you. You can't buy me a bed!"

"You must have a bed, it's basic furniture! Where would you fuck?" Freddie asked and Roger chuckled.

"Well, that could be an infinite list, Fred." He replied, Josie's cheek went red.

At least she bought them a few beers, brought them from the fridge, only Roger didn't take one, since he was the one driving.

She stopped him on their way out. The rest of the boys and Susan, whom they promised to drive her home, went downstairs.

"Can you make it for the dinner tomorrow?"

"What time?"

"Seven?"

"I'll be here." Roger smiled. "Should I bring some wine?"

"No, nothing!"

"Then see you tomorrow." He gave her one last smile, before he left. She shivered, when she closed the door, she didn't know Marge is standing in the door of her room.

"I don't really know Roger that well, just a few parties and stories. But that's not him."

"What now?"

"The note about fucking everywhere, well, that's Roger. Helping a girl move, looking for a furniture for her? Not at all, he'd do that only for his sister."

"Maybe you all judge him unfairly. He's very nice."

"Well, I'm going to my parent's this weekend, so maybe tomorrow, it'll explain itself." Marge grinned.