The 5th member~QUEEN *ON HOLD*

1961-"Do you like me?"

July 27th, 1961
Watching Roger drum on his new drum set was very.....interesting.

Yesterday was his birthday and his parents gifted him with his very own drum set. It wasn't much. It only had 1 cymbal, 1 tom, a snare, and a kick, but it was his.

I know he was begging for one ever since we went to see The Six Squares. Their drummer, 'Ginger' Pascoe, was amazing and ever since then, he was all about the drums. He did try the ukulele once, but that didn't turn out good.

Anyways, now I'm sitting on Roggie's bed while he figures out how to play the drums. It's quite funny actually.

"Hey Jack, I think I've got a beat. Hear this."

"Ok."

He started with just playing the snare with his left, he added the kick every 2 beats. Simple, but it was a start.

"Très bien, mon ami." I said while clapping.

"Merci." Roger said with his fake French accent.

"Soon, you'll be the best drummer in the world."

"I sure hope so. I really want to be in a band. Just imagine, me on stage. Thousands upon thousands of people chanting my name. Then I come off stage and you are there for me to hug and squeeze you to death. Oh, a boy can dream." Roger said setting down his sticks and joining you on the bed.

"That will happen one day, just you wait. You are going to become a big rockstar, and I will become the OBGYN and the rockstar's best friend." I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Oh please, you will be known as 'Jaqueline Avril, Best pianist in the world'"

"That would be great."

Of course I would love to be a pianist, but my mum would never allow it. She wants me to become an OBGYN. Papa said that I should be what I want to be, but that was before my mum shot him a very scary death glare.

"Oh, Roger, I have a late birthday present for you." I said while rummaging through my bag to find the small package.

"Oh you do?"

"Yeah, it's nothing much." I finally found it and handed it to him.

He smiled at me before ripping the wrapping paper off. He opened the cardboard box and gasped.

"Oh Jackie, it's magnificent. Thankyouthankyouthankyou" He dropped the box on his lap and tackled me in a hug.

"Your welcome. Sors-le, sors-le." I giggled

He took the friendship necklace I got him, out of the box. It was a silver chain with a large silver circle charm with a heart engraved in it. In the middle of the heart are our initials.

"Oh Jackie, I love it. I'm going to wear it for the rest of my life."

"I have one too. It's a token of our friendship."

"Thank you love. Really."

After leaving the Taylor's, I couldn't stop thinking about the new nickname Roger called me.

Love. Love.

I've heard papa call mum love. I've heard my Grampy call my nana love. I've heard my uncle call my auntie love.

So, what does this mean?

Maybe I'm thinking to much. Maybe he meant it as a friendly way...but I never heard friends call other friends love. Or have I?