Classic rock imagines

Roger Taylor

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟛𝟝𝟡
ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕕𝕞𝕤? 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕥!! 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕞!
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I was sitting in my seventh period class, bored out of my fucking mind. I look around the class, seeing people of all sorts. The preps, the popular kids, the jocks, the outcasts, the loners, the alone, the band nerds, the nerd nerds, the goths, the punks, the druggies, the hippies and much more.

I look over at my best friend Roger, he's immensely concentrated on some scribble he's doing on his paper. His tongue is hanging out of his mouth in utter concentration and his eyes fixated on the paper in front of him.

I look down. Two seconds later a piece of paper is thrown my way, looking up I see Roger with some dumb smile on his face. I open the paper and it read: meet me at the fifth floor empty classroom at lunch!

I raise my eyebrow at the paper. Eventually I reply back: alright?

Twenty minutes later I'm walking up the stairs and towards the classroom. He better have a good fucking reason for this cuz I was gonna get chipotle.

I open the doors of the classroom and set my bags down. I see Roger with a dumb smile plastered on his face.

"Why did you want me here goldielocks?"

"What? I can't just invite my best friend to an empty classroom?"

"Well I assumed you had to tell me something."

"I do actually. Y/n I- I don't really know how to put it into words." He walked towards me

Next thing I know his lips are on mine and his arms around my waist. I'm startled at first. I back away with sheer embarrassment.

"If you do that again blondie, I'll throw you out that fucking windo- what're you doing?"

"Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it."

You giggle. You take Rogers hand in yours and softly kiss him again.

"Roger I've liked you since like forever." I blush

"Then why the fuck did you say you'd throw me out the fucking window darling?"

He pulls you in by the waist combing his hands through your hair. The rest is history.