The Game Of Love {English Version - Freddie Mercury/ Queen Fanfiction}

5 - She knows how to rock 'n' roll

August 20, 1979, Munich Germany.

There was already a certain protection in me that prevented hangovers, at a certain point it was good, I could drink and do whatever I wanted that the next day everything was ok, but on the other hand it only fueled the desire to drink and  - you know what I'm talking about.  The rays of the sun shyly entered the white curtains of my room when I moved in the bed, and without any surprise I discovered that I was alone, which was good.  I stretched slowly and sat on my bed, on top of my nightstand there was a paper folded in half, probably some of Gavin's endless excuses about him having to work that I didn't even bother to read anymore.

It was funny how even after almost two years I still woke up waiting to be greeted by Tiffany or Oscar, I missed them.  Obviously my room didn't resemble Stafford Terrace at all, the walls were white and black furniture and there was nothing to refer to art or any of the things that were in my old house.

I got up from the bed and groaned when I realized that I was only wearing my panties, I quickly grabbed my white robe and closed it.  I seemed to be premeditated on what came next.

"Julia, My sunshine!"  Elton's voice echoed through my room and I took a deep breath, I had my back to him but I knew his voice and his presence well enough to not have to see his face and know it was him.

"Reginald Kenneth Dwight."  I spoke his old name knowing that it would make him shrug and when I turned around, there he was in a checkered print suit that reminded me of my grandfather's kilt.

"You are mean sometimes, did you know?"  He had a forced smile and if he wasn't wearing sunglasses I could have sworn he had a strained look.

"I know, Conrad reminds me of it every morning when I flirt with a neighbor he's interested in."

He laughed nervously as I headed for my closet.

"Is he at least gay?"  He sat on the end of my bed while I looked for some clothes to wear.

"I don't know, maybe bisexual, who knows?"  I threw three pieces at Elton without looking at him.

Was I being childish?  Yes. But it was my right.  He promised me that he would never tell Freddie where I was.

"You are quite stressed out today."  He spoke quietly and I turned to him, throwing the shoes I chose.

"Stressed? Your impression, Reginald."  I smiled wryly at him and went to the bathroom that thank God I had inside my room, me and Conrad sharing a bathroom would certainly not work and we would have already killed each other.

Elton went with the clothes and my shoes behind me while I got in the shower and he looked away from him, he was gay and my best friend I didn't mind him there.

"Are you like this because of the boys?"  He sat on the edge of the bathtub, the curtain was closed and I was taking a hot shower in the hope of relaxing.

"For the boys? Obviously not. But for your stupid friend, yes. Elton- can we not talk about it now? I know you have a stake in that, they wouldn't end up in Musicland by destiny."  I spoke as I felt the hot water undo the tension knots in my muscles.

He said nothing more, got up and left the bathroom leaving me alone in the bathroom while I took my shower.  The hangover in relation to the alcoholic drink could get away from me, but I always suffered from the moral hangover, especially when I remembered that I had gone to bed with Gavin even though I promised myself a million times that I would never again do that.  It was difficult, especially when he arrived in moments of emotional weakness, it was as if he had total control over me, obviously what we had was not like what I had - don't you dare think  this man's name!