Roger spotted Freddie in the parking lot, Freddie was driving Roger home. "So, Mr. Mascot... How was it?" Freddie asked with a big smile. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be." Roger admitted to his best friend. "I knew you were going to like it! I saw you making eyes with number 39." Freddie said with a smirk. "How could I be making eyes with someone in a mask?" Roger asked. "I know you Roger. You want to fuck number 39." Freddie giggled. Roger swatted his shoulder. "What? Basketball players are attractive!" Freddie pointed out, "I was making eyes with number 18 myself." Freddie winked at Roger. "That's John. I didn't talk to him that much, but he seems nice." Roger said.
"Admit it. You think number 39 is cute." Freddie said. "He isn't ugly." Roger muttered. "You love him." Freddie said in a monotone voice. "Too far. Not love. I just appreciate his beauty." Roger sighed. Freddie chuckled and led Roger to his car.
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FanfictionRoger Taylor. Small group of friends, decent grades. Brian May. The Truro High star basketball player, number 39. These two boys never cross paths. But, when they do, what happens?
