confessions.

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january 13, 1975

roger and i haven't talked to the incident that took place between us. as far as i know he hasn't talked to the girl he was with either. i didn't tell lilly about anything other then we made up, which we did, just in a different way then usual. she was all happy about it.

the boys were staying at a hotel down the street. i was tired of sitting around being into this guy but denying but only denying it because he was being a dumbass..the usually. i wanted to take this into my own hands.

i really really liked roger. i wanted to be with him , i didn't wanna see his arms around other girls. i wanted that to be me, all the talk, i didn't care about distance or people being upset. i wanted rog.

i got ready and put on a tight black shirt and a pair of bellbottom jeans. i grabbed my winter coat and threw on a pair of boots. locking my door and headed down the street.

i was just going to get rog breakfast and coffee. i headed to a little shop across from my place and ordered some food for us before getting on the bus to their hotel.

i was nervcited, i was confessing my feelings, which should've been obviously by now. i made my way up to his room and knocked on his door with breakfast in my hand. so many thought were running through my head.

what if i misunderstood everything?

what if another girl opens this door?

maybe i was just a one night stand? friends with benefits?

what if-

my thoughts were interrupted by the unlocking of the door and messy hair roger standing there rubbing his eyes, shirtless and in pj pants.

his eyes lit up realizing it was me causing a smile to form on my face.

" i brought breakfast " she said shyly, which made me confused, nerves i guess.

" wow, i'm come in, come in " he smiled waking up more and stepping aside so i could come in. his room was cleaner then excepted but they also were here for tour so he didn't throw everything all over.

i went over to the small table in his hotel room and set the bag and coffees down on the table. taking everything out, rog threw a shirt on and went and got plates and napkins. he came back over and sat down and smiled at me. i joined him and took a sip of my coffee while he began to eat.

" roger i..i really like you. " fell out of my mouth causing his head to pop up from his food and his face was confused at face until a smile appeared on my face.

" i really really like you too oak. " he said softly and grabbed my hand. i let out a breath of relief and smiled. he pulled me close and placed a soft kiss on my lips and pulled away slightly and smiled at me. " oakley, can we please stop pissing each other off and just be together, please. " he smiled and took me back. i was sure i would've had to be the one to ask him out.

" please- i mean that would be everything " he laughed at bit and pulled me back in for another kiss. my hands released from his and dragged up to his neck and i leaned closer.

" ROG TIME TO GET... up? wait oakley? "

roger and i pulled away and turned to the door to find the one and only john deacon in front of us. redness filled my cheeks and he just stared at us.

" what do you mean oakley darling... " fred appeared at the door seeing our hands on each other. " shut up- ARE YOU TWO FINALLY TOGETHER " he yelled probably waking up the last of the sleeping people on the block. rog just nodded and smiled at him. " JOHN YOU OWE ME $50 " ( sorry i don't feel like looking it up in pounds AHHA ).

" guys you couldn't have waited till at least valentine's day? " john whined.

" you can't stop love johnny boy " roger teased and turned my head back towards him and kissed me again as freddie cheered.

" i'm not gonna get use to that " john rolled his eyes and left the room and freddie came in and joined for breakfast.

i pulled away and giggled smiling at the both of them. roger wouldn't stop smiling at me and we ended up spending the day in his apartment as a couple.

a/n;
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