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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 7.2

Chapter 7.2

"Barbara, this is not a big deal, okay? What if he's not even there today?" She asks, holding her hands out in a questioning manner and then shrugging shoulders at the possibility.

That was certainly true, although, I wouldn't know how to feel if he wasn't there, I felt much more ready to talk to him, so it would definitely be a shame if I didn't get to at least try.

"Bus is here!"

The bus journey took around forty five minutes, it didn't feel like it at all. The time ticked and ticked and ticked so quickly, which I didn't know whether or not I was thankful for. Stella and talked all the way there, I felt as though I had been rambling the whole time.

Kensington was so beautiful, the buildings, right in the heart of the city. I admired the view as we walked along the streets, we walked past the Tate gallery which I had decided that in the future I would visit. We carried on moving until we reached a kind of square which was covered in different stalls, clothing and novelty kinds of things.

"Now, which one is it?" Stella asks, she crosses her arms, looking around frantically at all the stalls.

"I have no idea, it's a clothing stall. That's all I know," I answer here, reaching for her arm and pulling her with me forward towards the flock of stalls mad up of gazebos, little buildings and tall tents.

Me and Stella squeezes through, row by row, looking for Freddie and Mary's stall. Stella was looking at the contents of what the people were selling, pointing around desperately at all the beautiful jewellery and clothes on sale.

"Is that them there?" I hear Stella shout over the background noise of other people talking. She pointed over along the row that we were walking down, further towards the end on the right side.

I follow her pointed finger and to my relief, or terror, I see Freddie and Mary helping each other hang up an item of clothing that she was too small for to reach one of the rails. Stella was the one to pull me towards them this time, they still hadn't noticed us as he kissed her sweetly.

"Freddie! Mary!" Stella calls out as we approach them. As soon as they hear us they break away from their kiss, they both grin when they turn around and see us in front of them.

"Darlings!" Freddie calls back, taking a step forward and pulling us both into a group hug before letting Mary hug us one after the other, "Come in, we were just about to have some brunch."

Mary smiles largely at the both of us, "I'm so glad that you both could finally make it."

"I love what you've done with it," I reply, looking up at the way that all the clothing was arranged, it was so neat and pretty, a variety of colours.

"Yes, well, this took us all morning to do," Freddie laughed and rolled his eyes, "Roger made quite the mess, he tripped over and knocked a lot of it down so we've had to rearrange it."

My heart rate quickened for a moment or so at the mention of his name, I forced a grin onto my face as the rest of them laughed at the short story.

"He's actually out at the back, sorting a few boxes," Freddie continues after the laughter had died down, "I must check on him, follow me, I shall introduce you."

"Me and Stella glanced at each other, she held my arm tightly, squeezing for a second to reassure me that she was here with me since she knew how nervous I had been about this moment. My heart was going crazy, but it also felt like it had stopped at the same time while we followed Freddie. Mary stayed at the front just in case any people were to buy anything.

I'd been waiting for this opportunity for ages, not knowing whether it was to ever come, I almost couldn't believe it, I was expecting to see someone else, another Roger unloading boxes, but no, it was definitely him, the same man that I had seen drumming a few nights ago and my old best friend.

Freddie had lifted up a curtain in order to enter the back of the stall that he and Mary owned, I suppose it was a space for them to have a relax and keep new stock, which was what Roger was apparently unloading.

There he was, dressed in white jeans with a brown blazer, a black t shirt underneath, taking out an item of clothing from one of the many boxes surrounding him before folding it and gently placing it on the shelving in front of him. He was slightly taller than the last time that I had stood this close to him, his hair was a little darker and a tad bit longer. Although there were changes, I could still see that it was him by the way he stood, his knee slightly bent, a posture that he had grew into since his early teens.

"Were you laughing at me out there, Freddie?" Roger asks, keeping his eyes and face trained on the shelf in front of him, still not noticing that he had an audience of three watching him, which included Freddie and Stella, "Because I don't appreciate it, my leg still hur-ts," He continues, but stammers when he finally turns his head around, looking at Freddie, before realising that it wasn't just Freddie watching him, that me and Stella were here too.

His eyes were suddenly fixed upon me and I stared back at him, not knowing what to do or how to react to him seeing me. His mouth was also agape as he stayed still for what seemed like forever, it was as if my presence had turned him to stone or I had put him into some kind of trance, I thought that I had spontaneously acquired the skill of hypnotism. Although he seemed to have the same effect on me, I felt like I couldn't talk, I thought quickly about how weird this must've looked for Freddie, and Stella, but at least this meant that he had not forgotten me after all.

"I- er, I- Belle?" Roger stuttered, trying to form a sentence, but used his nickname for me, as if he could not believe for one second that I was here, perhaps believing that I was some sort of apparition. The use of the nickname that he had given me around six years ago now made my heart warm, remembering our little music room that we spent so much time together in. He remembered.

My mouth stayed slightly ajar as his eyebrows for a millisecond, "Hi, er, h-i," he had the same effect on me too, although I had no excuse to be acting in this silly way, I was supposed to be ready for this moment, but soon realised that nothing in this world could ever prepare me for this reunion.

I wanted to cry and I couldn't take my eyes off of him, so I tried to hold myself together, not wanting to embarrass myself as I couldn't tell what what he was thinking, his eyes were slightly larger than they usually were. We must have been stood staring at each other, doing absolutely nothing but figuring out whether or not this was actually happening.

Until he did react, in the way that I was hoping him to. His mouth broke out into a large smile, showing his teeth as he let out a short hiccup and breathy laugh. He almost tripped over again on the boxes as he made his way towards me quickly, practically sprinting, his arms were open as he engulfed me into a large hug. I found it hard to breathe, but I didn't care one bit, I shakily wrapped my arms around his upper-back and I rested my head on his shoulder before nuzzling it into the crook of his neck, he still smelt the same, reminding me of home. He did the same, tucking his head into my neck easily as my hair was held up into a bun, which I was silently thanking Stella for. I felt his hands gently rubbing my back, holding me tighter, as if he was still figuring out whether this was real, whether I was real.

My heart suddenly felt so full at the contact, this truly meant that I had him back, after the past few years of my heart feeling a certain loss at the lack of Roger Taylor, my closest friend, "I missed you," I mumble against his neck as he continued to hug me, swaying left and right slowly.

"I bloody missed you too," I hear him reply, his head still tucked into my neck, laughing when he uttered he word 'bloody', "It's been too long, Belle."

"Too long," I grin and laugh breathlessly in relief due to the fact that I knew that from now on I wouldn't have to live 'Rogerless'.

I couldn't ever let him go now.

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Wowowoowowwowowowowwoowwowowowow I'm so happy what, THEYVE REUNITED

WHOOP *celebrates* *pops bottle of champagne* WHOOP

Also I believe that this whole time I've been spelling Beba wrong, I was reading a fanfic and they called it Biba. So, I'm an idiot. I'll change that when I have the time 🙄🙄

Thank you so muchhhhhhhh for reading and baring with me, I know that it's taken a little while for them to reunite, but I hope it's been worth the wait! I can't wait for them to have their lil best friendship back and we will see where it takes them *wink wink nudge nudge*

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 7.1

Chapter 7.1

September 1968 Barbara's P.O.V

"Here, I've got you breakfast," I hear Stella mumble, her voice was faded and quiet as I had still not woken up yet physically from the night before, "Barb."

My eyes flickered and blinked quickly, opening my eyes and seeing a blurry, kind of disfigured Stella standing over my bed with a tray of food. Her hand reached towards me and lightly shook me until my eyes widened, "Stella!"

"What? I was just waking you up," she explains, laughing a little when she sees my unamused facial expression, "With food."

I can't help but smile a little at her kindness, "Thank you, I'm sorry, I had quite the night last night."

She placed the tray of breakfast on my lap as I sat myself up so that my back was resting against the head board. Stella then took a seat at the foot of my bed, lifting her feet up onto the bed, "I can tell."

Silence took over as I remembered the events of last night, seeing Roger again for the first time in years. I thought that maybe it had been some silly dream, but I now knew that it wasn't. I felt consumed by confusion, happiness, nervousness, terror, all of these emotions took over me as I thought about the idea of being able to talk to him again, but I was also in a state of panic due to the fact that I was very sure that he had forgotten about me. I wanted to talk to him, to hug him, to forget about our petty fight, that stupid argument, but what if he didn't feel the same if I confronted him? I'm pretty sure I'd lock myself in my own wardrobe and stay there for the rest of my life.

I just wanted my best friend back.

"Barb? God you're all shook up, what happened last night?" I can hear Stella worry about me, leaning forward as she places a hand on my arm, "I'm worried about you, you came back so early last night."

I frowned, looking down at the tray of food on my lap, avoiding any kind of eye contact that would give anything away, I also shook my head quickly, "I'm fine, Stel, it's okay."

"It's not, you can talk to me, you know that right?" She asks as she reaches for the tray, moving it off of my lap and placing it beside me, "You're not fine."

I stayed silence, keeping my eyes on my fidgety fingers beginning to grow uncomfortable about the lack of response or words from Stella, "Tell me, please."

I let out a groan, defeated as I begrudgingly places my hand over my forehead, "Fine, fine, I- er, I saw him."

She squinted her eyes at me, extremely perplexed, "You're not making sense. You saw who?"

I rolled my eyes, "Roger."

"Who's Roger?" She asks, still with the same confused expression on her face, leaning further forward.

I groan again in annoyance, not wanting to go into further depth about the guy, it was not something that I was willing to talk about at all, "Stella, I've told you about him, remember? The day I went on that date with Freddie. My old best friend? The argume-,"

Her mouth comforts into an 'O' shape, her eyes widening, "Him?!"

"Him."

"Why are you upset? That's amazing?" She asks, a smile broke out onto her face as she grins, "This could be a great opportunity for you."

"I-, I don't kno-,"

"what do you mean you don't know? Can you imagine the amounts of people who have lost their best friends to you know, something like death?" She explains, her face becoming serious, "Some people don't have the chance to rekindle with a loved one, let alone speak to them."

She was right, very right and I couldn't deny it whatsoever, so I agreed, nodding as I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of my face, head butting it, "I know, I know," I reply in a defeated tone.

"Is there anyway you'd be able to see him again, talk to him?" She asks, her voice raising in pitch, hoping for the best, "How did you even end up seeing him in the first place?"

I raise my eyebrows, thinking aback, still in disbelief at the coincidence of seeing him again, and the connection that had been made by Freddie with Roger, "Well, er, he's the drummer in the band that Freddie has been talking about for months, and he also just so happens to be friends with Freddie, the other person working at the stall."

"Jesus Barbara, you couldn't get more of a perfect scenario," she replies, a smile forming on her lips as she begins to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I say, trying to keep a straight face, but becoming amused at how funny she looked.

"I- I don't kn-know, maybe j-ust the fact th-at he has been p-practically under you-r nose this - wh-whole time," she lets out in small fits of giggles, her hand pressed against her chest, "Wow."

"Wow indeed."

"We must go to the stall immediately!" She suddenly squeals, standing up on the bed and jumping up and down.

"No, no, no, not today!" I shout, reaching for the tray of food next to me, holding onto it to stop it from ripping off of the bed.

She groans, falling onto the bed, "Why not?"

"I don't know, I just, I need a day to cool down," I reply, letting go of the tray and steadying myself.

"Tomorrow?" She asks, her eyes widening. I loved how supportive she was of me, how thoughtful and interested she was of my life and my happiness, "We need to go anyway, I miss Mary and Fred, additionally, money to pay for rent."

I exhale, "Tomorrow."

She squealed excitedly, clenching her fists, trying to keep the happiness from bursting out of her. For the first time I smiled to myself, trying to think positively about talking to Roger after not seeing him properly in so long.

For the rest of that morning I had been psyching myself up for reuniting with him tomorrow and had tried not to think about a certain possibility that when he'd see me, he may be angry and ignore me, or worse, he may just not recognise me at all.

Me and Stella had received an unexpected visit from Freddie today too, he wanted to make sure that I was okay after my sudden exit out of the bar last night.

"Me and Barbara would like to come to the stall tomorrow, if that's okay?" I hear Stella ask Freddie from the kitchen as I sat down beside the radio, listening to the latest news.

"Of course, Mary would be delighted, she misses you dearly," I hear Freddie say, and their voices become more distinct and clear as they appear at the door frame, walking into the room with grins on their faces, "I'm sure my new friend will be just as delighted too."

My face flushed as Stella glanced at me knowingly, "Likewise."

"Are you perfectly sure that you are okay there Barbara dear?" Freddie asks, snapping me out of the bubble that I had created, just me and the radio next to me.

"Oh yes, I'm okay Fred," I answer him, my voice a little more high pitched than usual at the sudden question, he didn't look too convinced, "How has Mary been? I haven't seen her at Beba recently."

He waited a few seconds to reply, taking a sip of the coffee that he and Stella had made, "She was a little under the weather."

"Poor thing, I've missed her."

Freddie motioned for me to sit in the space between him and Stella, who was lighting herself up a cigarette. I rolled my eyes playfully as I picked myself up and walked over to the two of them, dropping myself onto the space in between the two of them, causing them to jump up slightly.

"Silly creature you are," Freddie mumbles, "You had me worried sick last night."

"You don't need to worry Fred, I told you, I suddenly felt a little sick," I lie, but my tone stays serious as I keep a straight face, but I could hear Stella giggle lowly at my response towards him.

"Hm, okay," he mutters, leaning away from me so that he could take a good look at me, "Just making sure."

I offered him a cigarette as an attempt at an apology, or the start of one. He gladly took it and reached for the lighter on the coffee table in front of the three of us.

"Thanks."

We all sat back as far as we could, staring up at the ceiling, "How's the band going?"

"It's okay, taking a small break, Design has been a fuckwit."

"Boy same, you're not lying."

Freddie didn't stay too long after that, we were all feeling extremely tired even though me and Stella didn't really have a valid reason to be. He hugged the both of us at the same time, tightly, grinning as he did so, "I love you both too much and I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."

"Until then Fred," I reply as I follow him towards the front door, he quickly pressed a friendly kiss to my check before leaving the apartment.

"Right, are you ready to leave for class, Stella?" I ask her, peaking my head into the living room.

She immediately turned her head to look up at me, her brows furrowed and her eyes squinted, "I thought we weren't going there today," referring to uni.

"We haven't got anything else planned at all have we?"

She replied with a shake of her head, "No, not anymore."

"Well then, let's get some work done."

Tomorrow soon became today, last night I had found it hard to fall asleep, thinking too much about Roger and what was to happen when I see him, if it were to be a joyful moment, or a horrific one. My head wandered to the wild times that we had shared as young teenagers on the beach and dancing to the radio, what I'd give to turn back time and live one of those days all over again. I smiled to myself, beginning to think more positively, perhaps this was where me and Roger's friendship would unpause and play. These were the thoughts that helped me fall into a deep sleep as nervous jitters course through my body.

"Wake the fuck up Ba-ba! It's your time to shine baby!" I wake up to Stella's squealing in the morning, she rolls forward onto my bed, bouncing herself until I was sitting up and hitting her repetitively with my pillow.

"Fuck off!" I shout, laughing and snorting at the same time, pushing her off of the bed before lying back down, "How dare you interrupt my beauty sleep."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I know how much you need that, ugly!" She groans, holding herself up as she jumps onto my bed again, "Just kidding!"

I hold myself up on my elbows, "You better be."

"I swear, now get up," she replies, reaching for one of the pillows that I had thrown at her before before chucking it back at me, hitting my head.

"Fine," I say, "I suppose you're helping me with my outfit today then?"

"You bet your ass I am, I'm going to grab something for you," she states, smirking as she leaves the room before running back in around seven minutes later with a tight dress.

"Wait- Stella, no, can I pick my outfit this time please?" I ask, silently praying to the gods above, putting on a fake frown and attempting to look cute in order to get my way.

She practically growls, "Fine, but I have to approve of it."

"Deal."

In the end, the outfit that I had picked out which had been approved by her and myself, it was simple, a pink top with a purple patterned skirt, purple tights, a navy jacket to go over the top along with knee-high black boots. Stella ended up doing my hair, pulling it up into a neat bun before taking a step backwards, "You look so stunning, I'm jealous. I really need to get myself ready now."

I looked myself a few times more in the body length mirror that me and Stella had managed to pay for one month where everything was much less stressful. I smiled at my appearance, this was just a normal outfit I'd wear day to day maybe, the skirt was one of my favourite items of clothing that I owned overall. Almost looking forward to leaving for Kensington, I really wanted to get this over with and get there in order to rid the nervousness that I was feeling at the tension building, the thought of seeing him.

"Can you hurry up?!" I call out after about fifteen minutes of waiting, "I'm practically a skeleton at this point."

Very soon after, she waltzed our of her room, mumbling something along the lines of 'drama queen' as she reaches for her handbag which was hanging by her coat, "Here's your satchel," she says, handing over my pastel pink smallish bag before taking her own and placing the strap over her shoulder.

I quickly checked through my bag, making sure that I had everything with me, keys, cigarettes, some extra ones for Freddie and Mary in case they didn't have any, money and a whole lot of bravery, because I needed much of that.

"Let's go," Stella says, opening up the apartment door and waiting a little to the side in order for to walk past her so that she could lock the door, "And you know the address don't you?"

"Yes, got it all memorised, don't you worry," I reply, stepping quickly down the two little steps in front of our apartment door.

"You sure?"

"Very sure, I've got an astoundingly good memory Stel, now keep me occupied with some entertaining stories, or I'm going to shit myself," I explain as she catches up with me, her footsteps as quick as mine.

"Calm the fuck down, he's not going to kill you."

"But what if he wants to?"

"He's your best friend Barb, and you're his best friend, why on earth would he want to murder you?" I hear her ask as we reach our nearby bus stop, kicking at the floor a little to calm myself down a bit more.

"I can think of one thing for sure."

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 6.2

Chapter 6.2

Roger.

Drummer.

My eyes widened at the connection between the two words, I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I may be seeing the boy who I had once written silly song with that I had kept in a diary in one of my draws, the boy that I had, had my first kiss with, my ex best friend. I tried to convince myself that this was probably a different Roger, but it was too much of a coincidence, that there would be a Roger who played drums near the university that he was supposedly studying at.

"Hiya everybody! I'm Tim and this is 'Smile' and we want everyone in this room to get up and start fuckin' dancin'!" I hear a man's voice, the frontman of the band jump up onto the stage and towards the microphone that had been perfectly placed in the middle.

It was him.

It was Roger, my Roger.

My heart skipped a beat when my eyes had first laid on him after almost three years. His hair had grown a little, just below his ears, his face hadn't changed much from what I could see from the back of the room, although he still looked incredibly different.

The other man had also joined them on stage, a man with extremely brown and curly hair, holding onto an electric guitar. But my eyes were fixed on Roger as he took a seat on the stool placed behind his drum kit.

"That one," Freddie leans forward, whispering in my ear, lifting up his hand to discreetly point at the drummer.

A small nod was the only form of action that I seemed to be able to do. I was frozen to the spot as the frontman, Tim, introduces the audience to the rest of the band on stage, a few girls wolf whistled at the mention of Roger's name.

When they began to play the first song of their set I felt Freddie nudge my arm, he was grinning and he began to bop his head to the beat of the drum.

I glanced at him, smiling nervously as i brought the pint of beer to my lips, downing the rest of it. I felt myself shuffling backwards, as far as i could. I thought too much about what would happen after the show, i dreaded the idea of Freddie dragging me over to Roger, i wasnt ready, this was so unexpected and sudden, so overwhelming. I remember telling myself, quite a long time ago now, that if i ever saw him again, i would hug and apologise to him, but tonight?

No, no, no, no, no.

I stayed as long as I could, although i felt as though i couldn't focus on the music at all, my eyes were still watching Roger in disbelief and i was silently thankful that he had not seen me, which was a surprise considering he had flashed a few winks and smirks at some of the females in the audience who were dancing to the music.

The frontman had announced that they were doing their last song, a song named 'Doing Alright'. It turned out to be a pretry good song, i would've enjoyed it much more if i hadn't known that Roger was one of the band.

I was beyond proud of him, I couldn't find the words in my head to describe how amazed i was by the talent that had only got stronger since our fall out.

But tonight wasn't the night, i felt like a complete and utter mess, i needed to be sober to talk to him, and so I found Freddie who was dancing along to the music, i tapped him on the shoulder and leant towards his ear, "I need to go, Fred."

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "They've not finished yet?"

"I know, i just, i really need to leave, right now," i tell him, completely adament with all seriousness in my voice as i whisper in his ear.

"I need to introduce y-"

I interrupt him, "Not tonight, next week, i promise. I'm sorry Fred, i'm so so sorry."

I quickly skip back up the flight of steps that Freddie had helped me down. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as i had hardly given him an explanation, but i stumbled as fast as i could back to the apartment.

"You're back early?" I hear Stella call out from the living room, but i walk straight past and towards my bedroom.

"I'll talk tomorrow," i manage to say before reaching my room and letting myself fall onto my abnormally comfortable bed.

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WOOOOOWZA

Now that was a longggggg chapter, i hope you liked itttt and yaaaaaay roger and barbara were in the same room as each other dayummmmm

Thank you thank you thank you for reading

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 6.1

Chapter 6.1

September 1968 Barbara's P.O.V

The past few months had been annoyingly and tremendously busy, full of paying work, working on my design project and keeping Stella content by helping her with her textiles project. I ended up feeling like I had lost all sense of fun and my freedom due to some deadlines that I had been given at the start of the summer and working on ever since.

Our Friday night bar gathering had halted for the last few weeks and before that we had only gone every other Friday night. Going to our gatherings was always something that I looked very forward to after a long day of drawing or painting and having to give it up for the time being was so tedious to me.

I'd always liked catching up with Freddie and Mary and what they were getting up to. Freddie had told me that he was following that band, 'Smile' and their gigs which were apparently around London around different university sites. He had also been telling me, the last time that I had been able to have a conversation with him, that he had made new friends in this band, that one of them was helping him at the stall that he and Mary were running in Kensington and that I should visit the stall and meet him.

Anyway, I had a lot of work to do and declined the offer of going to the stall at this moment in time due to work, maybe in the near future.

"We've got one of those letters again, Barb," Stella calls from the corridor of the apartment as I stayed seated on the sofa with the radio on.

"Oh goodness, what do they want now?"

Me and Stella had received a letter a few days ago about the apartment and how we were slow at meeting deadlines in paying the rent. This had also been another reason why I had been so beside myself and stressed, getting more hours done at Beba while also balancing my time doing uni work.

"It's another reminder, we need to pay in the next week."

I sigh in defeat, "Fuck sakes."

"We can do it Barbara, let's work as much as we can this week, get as many hours as we can," She reassures as she walks into our living room.

My head ached from all the work that I had already done, things had been made so much harder for me due to the lack of help from our parents, we were still young and doing a lot more than most people studying at our university. On the other hand, this was a wake up call for me, how hard life was going to be financially when I'm older, might as well understand that now, "I guess so,"

"Hey! I have a great idea," she blurts, holding her hands up to the air, "We could also do some work with Fred and Mary. Their stall?"

"Holy shit!" I say, "You're right, how did we not think about that before?"

"I don't know," she replies before we both let out a laugh of relief, "When are you next seeing Freddie?"

I sit back and think, "We don't really have anything planned, but he's always mentioning that band, maybe they have a gig coming up?"

"Perfect. When will you be going to uni tomorrow?"

"Around nine?" I say, moving my hand up and wiggling it a little to emphasise the fact that I wasn't actually too sure, "If I'm not lazy."

"Get up, let's have a tea," she commands, grinning, "Please just make sure you see him tomorrow, it'll be a nice thing to do for them since it's only the two of them at the stall."

"Three now apparently," I reply, "But it will be a really nice thing to do and Freddie has been wanting us to visit their stall for ages."

"Three?" She asks, turning around and stopping in her tracks from making the tea to face me.

"Yeah, one of the guys from that band has apparently started helping," I reply, shrugging my shoulders, "But yes, I will make sure that I ask."

"And if there is a gig coming up, please just go, don't stay home if I suddenly get sick, leave me to die," she states with a humorous smirk.

"Okay Stel."

The next day I had made sure that I was awake at a decent time in order to catch Freddie in the design room. My eyes ached as i practically dragged myself out of my bed and grabbed a quick bit of breakfast from the cupboard in the kitchen before leaving to do some work and also to see Freddie.

Surprisingly enough I had been the first person to enter the Graphic design room, the lights were off and everything was neat and tidy. I let out a yawn as I switched on the light and slowly walked towards my allocated draw to get my almost completed second sketchbook.

I sat alone in the room for what felt like ages when really, it had only been about half an hour since I had arrived. My sketchbook was placed in front of me on a page that I was improving with some more detailed illustrations that I would soon splatter paint over.

Soon after a few people had come in to get some work done considering that the deadline for our project was in a few weeks time. Funnily enough, as soon as I was beginning to worry about Freddie and whether or not he was going to show up, he came waltzing into the room, practically lighting it up with his presence.

He grinned widely as soon as he saw me, walking quickly towards me and taking a seat next to me, "Barbara I missed you!" He leant towards me so that our sides were pressed together, we hugged as if we hadn't seen each other in years.

"I missed you too Freddie, even though it's been about a week," I reply, letting out a loud giggle as we pull away from each other.

"It's been dreadful not having my drinking partner with me," he confesses, frowning falsely, "Miserable."

"Likewise," I sighed as I picked up my pencil and shading a few little shapes, "I'm so so sorry Freddie, I've just been so stressed out about work and money. I've had no time for drinking or having fun whatsoever."

A look of genuine concern spread across Freddie's face and he reached forward and placed his hand on my right arm, rubbing up and down gently, "Barbi-darling, why haven't you said anything?"

"I haven't had the time to, all I've been doing is working non stop," I whisper, trying not to raise any kind of attention towards me.

"I must help, it's my duty to help."

"I was actually wondering if me and Stella could help you with running the stall? I'm sure we could be of help to y-"

"Of course, of course, consider it done," he assures me as he continues holding onto my arm gently, "Me and Mary are desperate for you to come and see the stall."

"That's a relief," I say, feeling like a whole weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

"Just come whenever you feel like it, you know the address don't you?" He asks and smiles when he sees me nod, "I will also introduce you to my new friend too."

I smile weakly in response. I must've looked like an absolute wreck this morning considering I had not put any make up on this morning which meant that the bags under my eyes would be very distinct and I had also grabbed the first items of clothing that I'd seen after getting out of bed.

"I know what you need dear."

"W-What?"

"A night out with yours truly," he replies with a reassuring smile.

I groan in annoyance, "You know that I'd love to, but I can't, I have to work."

"You're working yourself too hard Barbara, one night won't hurt you," He states, his face and tone serious as his eyes don't leave mine for one second, "For me? I'm missing our nights out so much."

I just couldn't reply to him, I really didn't want to let him down, that was last thing that I wanted to do, "Me and Stella might get kicked out if I don't work non stop this week."

"And me and Mary will do everything that we can to help you, you know that, it's all going to be okay, you can come over to the stall as much as you want," he explains, "Make some money there. Don't worry, you've got Beba, Stella's got the coffee shop, and now the stall, we will also give you some extra tip money."

"No, Freddie, allowing us to have some work at the stall is enough, I won't allow you to dig into your own pockets for money for me," I tell him sternly.

"You'd do the same for me if it were the other way round."

I stay silent, knowing that he was right, but not wanting to admit it. His face stays serious and I give up right then and there as I know that he won't change his mind, "Fine."

"Now, about that night out. 'Smile' are doing another gig here in two days time, I'm going, but I need my drinking buddy with me?" He says, his eyebrows raising expectantly at me as I look up at him from my drawing, waiting for me to answer him.

"Well, I'm sure one night won't do any harm," I state, a cheeky grin slowly spreads it's way upon my lips as Freddie's face lights up, immediately leaning forward and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Amazing," I hear him mumble against shoulder, when he pulls away from the hug he holds onto each of my shoulders with a huge grin still evident on his face, "You'll meet my new friend Roger!"

I felt my whole body freeze at the mention of the name. I knew that it couldn't be my Roger, that would be so unlikely, it couldn't be, it must be someone else who shares his name. My heart seemed to race as I remembered my long lost best friend, I hadn't thought about him in months, but in that moment it all came flooding back, everything.

"Are you okay darling?"

Freddie's question had snapped me out of this trance that I had got myself into, "I er- I'm fine, sorry, tiredness."

"So you're coming?"

I force a smile, "I'm coming, I promise."

"Two days from now, I will be picking you up from your apartment," he informs me with a smile, his front teeth showing as he throws his arms up in the air, shaking his hands excitedly.

And of course the two days had flown by since I had been doing some more extra shifts which meant that the hours had passed by in no time.

"Have you got an outfit planned?" Stella asks, popping her head into my bedroom.

"Stella! I could've been undressing, or worse, naked!" I shout, grabbing one of my pillows and chucking it at her face, but missing by a mile.

"I'm sorry. You know I can't help it when it comes to picking outfits!" She whines, placing her hand over her heart and pulling an ugly cry face.

I groan, pulling the spare pillow laying on my bed over my face, "I've got hours to get ready."

"Get up!" She squeals, giggling as she runs over to my bed and grasping onto my hands, pulling me up.

"Okay, Okay."

Stella had dressed my into a neon blue dress that she had dug out of her own wardrobe for me as we were similar sizes. I grabbed some tights while she had found the dress and I quickly ran into the bathroom, extremely excited for my night out with Freddie.

"Don't forget make up!" I hear her call from outside he bathroom.

I thought to myself, I wondered how lucky I was to have such a perfect roommate.

She was incredible at doing make up, she had done a perfect wing of eye liner and blue eyeshadow with a slight purple tint of lipstick on my lips. I gave myself a look over in the mirror, checking myself out, I hadn't looked this good in months.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Stella."

"Me neither," she replies confidently, smiling widely, "Would you like a drink before your night out?"

"Maybe a little, a very little gin," I say, laughing, "What are you doing tonight anyway?"

"A late shift at the cafe."

"Ah, okay," I felt quite bad leaving her for a night out drinking while she had to go out and work, "I told Freddie about our situation, he told us that we are welcome to the stall anytime."

"Wonderful."

Soon after the little drink that Stella had poured out for me, I heated a faint knock at the door. I quickly jumped up off of the sofa and ran towards the door in excitement, seeing Freddie on the other side.

"Hello darling!" He smiles, stepping forward and hugging me for the third or fourth time that day, "You're looking absolutely beautiful."

"And you, are looking quite handsome yourself," I tell him, grinning as I motion for him to come in, "How long do we have until the gig starts?"

"An hour, we must have a quick drink beforehand!" He walks straight past me, greeting Stella and walking immediately to the kitchen, to the cupboard where we kept our alcohol.

"I've already had a cheeky gin."

"Well then, I shall pour you another one," he says, quickly pouring out three glasses, passing Stella hers before bringing mine and his to the living room.

"Thank you Fred," I say as he passes me the glass.

We needn't worry about the location of the bar since it was only five minutes away from the apartment, this was the one that me, Freddie, Stella and Mary would usually go after a long day of studying, and sometimes they would have live bands playing, I'd just never had the pleasure of seeing a band as good as 'Smile' apparently.

Me and Freddie walked to the bar, arm in arm, I tripped over my feet once or twice on the way. Once we had got into the smallish building itself, we had to walk down what I pictured as being a very long and steep flight of stairs. Every single step I was guided by Freddie, he made sure that I would not trip over and fall to my death and visa versa.

"Let's get some drinks."

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bar which was surrounded by many other people with drinks in their hands.

Freddie ordered two pints of beer, passing one over to me, "ten minutes."

I nod, bringing the glass to my lips, taking a long sip of beer, "Ten minutes? I think that's just enough time for us to have a quick cig don't you think?"

"I should think so, may I have one of yours?"

"Of course you can," I tell him, giving him a kind smile before reaching into my bag and taking out my pack of cigarettes, passing one to him and then taking out one for myself.

"You'll love them, Barbara," he insists, grinning has he brings the cigarette to his lips and breathing in.

"Oh I'm sure I will," I grin, "So which instrument does your friend play in this band? The one that helps you with the stall."

"Drummer, he's magnificent."

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 5

Chapter 5

July 1968 Barbara's P.O.V

After the gig that I had missed due to Stella's illness, the next day I had been approached by Freddie, who looked extremely tired with little bags underneath his brown eyes, he had clearly had a marvellous night. He talked about how I had really missed out on going, speaking about them for more than ten minutes at least, talking about how talented they were and how kind they were to him after the show.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't come," I tell him as I sigh, thinking about how much fun I could've had, "I just couldn't do that to Stella, she was really ill. She stayed at home again today."

"It's not your fault Barbara, don't be silly," he replies, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, squeezing my arm tightly in reassurance, "Just a shame, I'm sure you would have got along well with at least one of them, potential boyfriend material? The singer maybe?"

I laughed and slapped his chest playfully, "Oh shut it! Stop trying to pick out a boyfriend for me, I'm perfectly fine being single."

"Just being a good friend to you dear," He states, smirking down at me as he removes his arm from my shoulder, "Now, I must meet Mary. We shall come to yours at five on the dot."

"See you then, I've already got some food at home so no need to bring any."

"Food is not important dear. Alcohol on the other hand is, have you got plenty for all of us?" He asks with a quizzical brow, waiting patiently for my answer.

"We may need more, I had some last night," I reply, smiling cheekily, thinking back as I remembered sneakily leaving my room and tip toeing to the cupboard where we kept all of our alcohol, I had a few glasses of baileys and ended up collapsing onto the sofa at three in the morning, sleeping there.

"You minx," he mutters with a devilish toothy smile on his face, "No problem, I shall bring some."

This was me, Freddie, Stella and Mary's Friday gathering, we would usually go to the local bar, but due to Stella's illness which she hadn't completely recovered from we decided to socialise at our apartment, inviting the rest over.

"Stella! Are you up?" I call out, shrugging off my jacket and hanging it up onto the coat peg by the front door.

"Just about!" I hear her voice and soon see her appear at the door frame of her bedroom, "Woke up about ten minutes ago."

"Do you need anything?"

"No thank you," She answers, taking slow steps past me and into our living room. I follow behind her and take a seat next to her, she was silent and had her hand up against her forehead, "I must be better by next week, I can't afford being like this anymore at all."

Next week was important for her as she had been given the opportunity to have some of the clothing that she had designed and made to advertise and use on an upcoming artist who she hadn't mentioned the name of. Stella had to drop off some of this clothing to the team and stylist of this musician next week, the time going very quickly due to her sick time off staying at home. To say that she was worried would be an understatement, the past few days had been non stop mention of this shoot and the working time that she had been missing.

"You'll be fine, Stel, as long as you come into uni on Monday to finish off everything and make sure you're ready," I reassure her, "You're almost done aren't you?"

"Yes, I'd just need a model to wear the clothes for me?" She says, her tone was different though, as if she were answering a question, she was glancing at me expectantly, "All you need to do is try them on, I may take some pictures."

"I mean sure, once I've got my work done I can get to you," I reply, "What time would you need me?"

"Three in the afternoon?"

"I finish at one so that's absolutely fine."

Hours later Freddie had arrived with Mary, two bottles of alcohol in his hand. When he let himself into the apartment and saw us he held the bottles high up in the air and cheered as he had the hugest smile on his face, "Time to drink!"

Stella reluctantly threw her arms up in the air as I jumped up off of the sofa and grinned widely, walking towards Freddie and Mary, pulling them in for a group hug, "Hello party people!"

"I'm feeling so left out right now," Stella mumbles quietly, but loud enough for us all to hear as I pull away from the group hug. I see her place her hand over her heart along with trying to pull off a fake cry, attempting to throw her head back dramatically in despair.

"Deal with it," I reply, smirking as I jump onto the sofa next to her and pulling her into a hug, "bitch."

"Your bitch."

"My bitch."

I can hear Freddie laugh as he takes a seat on a bean bag beside the radio which was on and on low volume. He then poured himself a glass of alcohol and held it up to the air, spilling some of his drink as it fell over the glasses edge and dropped onto his growing long black hair, "Our bitches!"

"Where are our drinks?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in false anger, gesturing to the three of us who were currently empty handed and waiting for Freddie to pour out our glasses.

"I'm doing them now, drunkard," he tells me as she reaches for the bottle which was resting beside his foot, he quickly glanced at Mary as he did so, blowing a kiss at her.

"You can talk."

"Here you go Madame," Freddie leans forward towards me and reaching as far as he could to hand the glass to me gently, not wanting to waste a drop.

In a way I had preferred staying home with my friends instead of walking down the street towards the bar. It was a much more relaxed evening and Stella seemed to lighten up a little bit, laughing way too much as we would all tell jokes, anecdotes and updating each other on what we had done on the day, future plans.

"You must come and see 'Smile' the next time they come here," Freddie has recommended once again, "Stella, when you're better you must join us. It's lots of fun I promise you."

"Have they already given you a date?" I ask, taking a sip of the Gin that Freddie had poured me.

"Not yet dear, probably in the next few weeks I'd hope."

The next morning we had all collapsed on the floor, other than Stella, who was sleeping comfortably on the sofa and snuggling her head into the cushion.

The following week on the Monday I had gone to see Stella like I had promised. She ushered me over into her little space in the corner of the textiles room and pointed straight at the dress that was laying on the crafts table. What she had made was insanely beautiful, a leopard print type pattern on thin material in the shape of a one piece, armless outfit.

"It's beautiful Stella!" I squeal while I do a slight jump of excitement at the thought of being asked to model it for her.

"It is?!" She asks in disbelief, "I mean, I guess it is."

"If it wasn't then it wouldn't have been picked out to use would it?" I ask rhetorically, "It's amazing Stella, this is a great opportunity for you to get your work out there!"

"Okay, okay, stop making me nervous!" She replies, smiling shyly as she hits my arm, "We need to find a good place to take pictures, any ideas?"

I thought for about ten seconds before a light bulb had begun flashing on and off in my mind, "I'm thinking somewhere outside, a park? The pattern would go with the green."

"A splendid idea, let's go right now!"

"I need to put it on first Stella, slow down!" I call out to her as she had almost already exited the room.

The clothing was a perfect fit and I had fallen in love with it so quickly. There was a mirror perfectly placed in the room and I twirled myself around several times, "Stella, you must teach me."

"Only if you teach me how to draw like you."

"Deal," I reply, smiling as I look over myself again, for once I could actually admit and say to myself that I looked pretty good in this outfit, "Could you make me one of these?"

"How much will you pay me?"

"An arm wrestle, if I win, you have to make another one for me, if you win, I will make you draw you something out of this world. If I can," I tell her, smiling confidently.

"It's almost like you actually want to lose."

I had lost the arm wrestle that day and I felt so gutted that after the little photo shoot that Stella had planned for me, I would never be able to wear the outfit that she had made herself ever again. We wandered along a stray little block of green grass surrounded by large trees with a small playground placed in the middle. Me and Stella did not have to walk very far to find it, it was just around the corner really and the childlike element of the playground reminded me of the ones in Truro.

"Sit on the swing Barb," she commands, "Look like you're confused or something, I don't know."

Modelling was something that I had thought would not be my forte, it was always something that I had considered trying but never got round to it until now, I was currently thankful that I had found a friend in someone who was interested in the fashion and textiles aspect of creativity and Art.

Stella kneeled down on the ground with one knee up beside her chin as she rested her Kodak Colorsnap 35 camera on her knee facing towards me, "perfect."

"Finally."

"Would you like to see what I've taken?" She asks as she nods her head towards the camera.

"I'd love to."

She had taken many photographs of me to build her portfolio of pictures in order to send them to whoever she had to, a stylist or manager maybe. The composition of the photos were beautiful and I wanted a copy of them myself due to the incredible clothing and the way that it contrasted with the grass and wood underneath and behind me.

I had helped her send off the best pictures that she had taken to the address that she had been given, she had told me not to get too excited and wait up all night for a response the next day, that it would take a week or so for a final decision on whether or not they would use her hard work.

One day after working on Graphic design I came back home to the apartment to find a very solemn and disheartened Stella, she was laying back onto the sofa with her hands resting on her forehead. She had told me that she had been declined and that they wouldn't be using her work. That night I had to do a lot of comforting and reassuring,

I had assured her that there would be plenty more opportunities for her to take in the future, that she was one of the most hard working people I had known so far and how incredible she was at not giving up all hope and carrying on.

Most importantly, things can happen when you least expect them to.

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 4

Chapter 4

Not one day went by where Roger hadn't thought about Barbara. He thought about her at least a few minutes a day, if not longer. He missed her immensely and his time studying Dentistry at London Hospital Medical College was much more dull than it would've been if she was by his side.

He had tried to avoid moving to London after realising that he would have no one with him to reassure or support him. 'The Reaction' was a good start at stepping away from the idea of travelling to London, of forgetting the dream that he had once had and instead, he decided that his new goal was to stay in Truro in his band that was growing, surrounded by girls and alcohol to flood his guilt.

This was the case for the whole of 1966, the whole of the summer he would go to bars with the band, pick out the best looking girl he could find and charm her before they would scurry to the toilet for about ten minutes, coming out with dishevelled hair and an unzipped fly. He would come home at ridiculous hours, but never brought girlfriends home to his mum and sister.

Roger would still walk past Barbara's home, looking up at her bedroom window in hopes that she'd be standing there, but she never was. He had no clue that she was currently on her train to London, thinking that she was either still in Truro, or by September, wherever her father wanted her to go to study History.

One night Roger laid back onto his bed lonesome and listening to the radio, which is what he often did in his free time ever since him and Barbara had fallen out. The radio allowed him to close his eyes and picture his best friend laying beside him, it gave him a sense of normality back considering he was so used to having her with him after four years of friendship. A sudden heap of sadness, regret and guilt would wash over him when he would open his eyes and see no one next to him.

He remembered the last time he had seen Barbara on the last day of secondary school. She was sat alone with a book in her hand, her face was expressionless. Roger had immediately noticed that Steve Harrington no longer hung around her and he could also tell that she was not in high spirits at all. Even a year later he had regretted not speaking to her so much, it ate away at him at night and day.

In that same night Roger had written a song, unnamed, about the radio, how much it meant to Barbara, and himself of course. It was the first song that he had written so spontaneously that was so personal to him. After writing it he kept it in his personal notebook, right on the last page, reading through it over and over as if he was going to give it to Barbara the next day for her to assess.

He smiled to himself when reading over the lyrics, it truly expressed how he felt, his loneliness at that moment in time, also hoping that she was listening to the radio too afar, alone. A sudden wave of confidence flowed through him, he wanted to show her what he had written. He hoped that this song would capture how much he missed her and the fact that he was also lonely without her. The idea was perfect to him as he felt as though he wouldn't be able to speak if she were to stand in front of him.

It took a lot of courage for him to set foot outside of his house the next morning. Roger prayed and prayed and prayed that Barbara would forgive him for leaving her alone and ignoring her for the passed year. He took a deep breath as he walked up the path towards his best friend's front door, perhaps thinking too much as he worried.

Barbara's mother had answered the door, her face was one of shock, "Roger? Is that you dear?"

"Y-yes," he nods, attempting to show a genuine smile.

"You've grown so much, such a handsome boy!" She replies, grinning at him.

Roger smiles shyly, but finds it hard to make eye contact with Barbara's mother, "Thank you."

"Would you like to come in? Tea? Coffee?"

"I er- I don't want to interrupt you, is Belle around at all?" He asks, his voice sounded higher in pitch than usual, he mentally crossed his fingers and clutched his notebook in his hands tightly awaiting his answer.

The mother's face fell slightly as she looked towards the ground, "Oh, I thought that she'd told you! She's in London studying Design? The university that you both talked about all the time?"

Roger's heart sank. The news that he had received made him feel worse than he had before, the fact that she had gone there to study meant that she was chasing her dream on her own, he felt forgotten, left behind. On the other hand, he felt uplifted, perhaps she had gone because she still believed in them, their friendship as she took his advice even after their falling out, his opinion still mattered to her.

He decided then and there that he would also go to London after all the doubts that he had been having.

To anyone else, what he did afterwards would have been seen as though he was throwing away everything that he had done, his hard work and popularity with the band that he was the lead singer of and also the drummer. Without a second thought he had quit being a part of 'The Reaction' and spent the rest of his day with his mother and sister before booking a ticket, leaving for London, leaving his responsibilities behind and chasing his dream elsewhere while in medical school.

Studying Dentistry soon became something that Roger had loathed and it was something that he had regretted applying for. The only upside to it was that he knew that just a few miles away was Barbara. Although, he started to think that maybe coming to London was a mistake, that he was holding onto a friendship that was unfixable.

He felt as though his lifestyle hadn't changed whatsoever, the only change was that he was in London. Whenever Roger wasn't studying, which was very rarely, he was practising his drums, just to keep in touch with what he really loved doing, his true identification and meaning, which he remembered Barbara telling him.

About half way through the first year of studying in university Roger was starting to lose hope, he had friends and work, but he wasn't happy at all, not until one day he had come across a poster that caused a grin to form on his face. A poster, asking for a drummer to join a band named 'Smile'.

This opportunity that had been given to him was the chance hat he had been looking for to move forward. Roger had done the exact same as what Barbara had done, deciding to remember the memories with happiness, but move on. Roger had easily got into the band made up of a man named Brian May and another man named Tim Staffell.

'Smile' became something that Roger always looked forward to after a day of studying Dentistry. He also found himself relating to Brian and Tim, they were very easy to converse with and they were all soon extremely close as friends. They already had songs that Roger needed to learn in his spare time, which he did, so very quickly which emphasised his dedication towards this new band.

They soon found themselves performing in local pubs and campus' of local universities every other night, earning a good bit of extra money which Roger used to help pay for his rent in his small apartment near Kensington.

Roger was hardly ever phased or nervous about performing in front of an audience, let alone a small audience. That was until Tim had mentioned playing by the Ealing University of Arts, the place that just so happened to be the one that Barbara was studying at. Each day before, Roger had found that he thought of Barbara much less than he had done before, until now, June 1968. His heart raced at the thought of performing anywhere near her, he thought about what perhaps could happen if she were to show up without knowing that he was a part of the band.

He definitely had mixed feelings about seeing her again, not knowing what would happen or whether she would even recognise him if she turned up. He doubted it very much as he got himself ready in the afternoon before heading to Ealing with Tim and Brian.

Barbara's P.O.V

"Stella? Are you in?" I call out as I let myself into our apartment, forcing my keys into the pocket of my jacket, listening out for Stella as I walk down the narrow hallway.

"In here!" I heard her faintly call back to me, her voice sounding weak which definitely wasn't like her.

My eyebrows furrow as I follow the sound of her voice to her bedroom where she is laying down, her covers hugging around her tightly. She looked more and more like shit the closer that I got to her, her skin was pale, practically white.

"Jesus Stella, what's happened?" I ask, rushing to her side and kneeling down next to her with a small frown on my face.

"I woke up with a really high temperature, headache, you name it," she replies weakly as I quickly place my palm over her forehead. She was not lying, her head was like a furnace and I quickly removed my palm due to the heat.

"Do you need anything?"

"Er, I really could do with a freezing cold water right now," she answers, trusting and turning, obviously unable to get comfy.

I had rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and turning the cold tap on. I worried so much about her since this was nothing I had ever seen before, this seemed so sudden and I felt as though I couldn't leave her alone tonight.

"I can't leave you like this," I state, placing the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, were you planning on going out?" She manages to say, frowning at me, "You can go, I'll be fine here, just sleeping."

"Freddie invited me to a gig, but it's okay, really, I always go to gigs with him, it's not a problem if I miss this one," I inform her as I rub my eyes with my index finger, "I can't leave you here like this."

"You're an angel Barb, thank you," I hear her say as she closes her eyes, smiling a little.

"I'll make some dinner, do you fancy anything?" I ask her, "something not stodgy? Soup?"

"That'd be perfect."

And that's what Barbara had done for the rest of the night, caring for one of her best friends and making sure that she was all okay by the end of the night. When Freddie had arrived to take her to the bar, she had let him down reluctantly and offered for him to come in and have a quick drink, so he did, briefly for a cup of coffee.

I really did want to go to the 'Smile' gig that night, I loved spending time out and being with friends, but it was also my duty to look after them when they were sick as I know that they'd do the same for me. I was quite happy just staying at home anyway, I relaxed on the sofa and listened to the radio for most of the night, checking on Stella every half an hour.

"When I'm feeling I better I am going to give you the biggest hug ever and I'm going to buy you a nice lunch," she yawns, stretching herself out in her bed, still with the cover on, laughing.

"I'll hold you to that."

And she did the next day, I was almost thankful that I hadn't gone to the gig last night due to the fact that I knew that if I had gone I would have been very hungover today.

I was much happier spending time eating an incredibly tasty lunch with my amazing friend.

Maybe another day I'd get to see this band that Freddie had been raving on about to me, apparently they were quite good.

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 3

Chapter 3

January 1968 Barbara's P.O.V

Freddie was incredible that day. His talent was something that I really couldn't put into words and me and Stella had sat watching him play for hours with a few others in his band who he had named 'Sour Milk Sea'. It was an enlightening few hours and in the following months me and Stella would go and see him play as much as we could after lesson times.

I adored him and the music that he played with his band so much, practically becoming one of his little cheerleaders, definitely his number one fan. In November, two months ago, he had organised a small gig with his band for my eighteenth birthday. Which was, might I add, a very fun experience, half of it I couldn't remember.

All I could remember was me and Freddie dancing like absolute fools until Stella had passed around shots which all three of us downed quickly at the same time. The next morning I woke up at the bar, Stella was on the floor and Freddie slept in a booth with intense headaches and aching eyes.

Me, Freddie and Stella would often come to the university campus' bar, spending our time socialising and having a few drinks. Every day before going to work we would all go there, just to let loose a bit after working ourselves to the bone doing some Graphic work and Stella, working on her project of textiles, apparently designing and creating extravagant items of clothing.

I feel a tap on my shoulder as I took a sip of my drink, I turn myself around as I place the glass on the table in front of me, seeing Mary stood by the booth, she smiled as soon as I made eye contact with her.

"Hi Barbara, sorry to interrupt," she says, her eyes darting around the booth at Stella and Freddie who she flashes quick smiles at, her eyes lingering on Freddie for a few seconds longer, "You're doing the same hours as me today aren't you?"

"Yeah! Same time as usual," I tell her, looking around for a clock as I had completely lost track of the time, "Do you know what time it is?"

Mary laughs, "Don't worry, don't worry, we still have about an hour until we have to be there."

I let out a sigh of relief as I smiled widely at her. She was about to turn away and make her way out of the bar, but stopped as soon as she heard Freddie ask me, "Can't your friend join us?"

"Ah yes, of course she can, Mary? You must join us for a drink," I call her, looking at Freddie knowingly, it was clear that he found her attractive.

She smiles, shuffling around the booth and taking the space next to Freddie, her face going slightly red at Freddie's eye contact.

"This is Mary, Mary, this is Freddie and Stella," I tell them, pointing at each of them as I introduced and said their names.

"I like your coat," I hear Freddie say as he leans towards her, she had his undivided attention.

"I got it from Beba," she replies, smiling flirtatiously.

"She works there with me," I interrupt, smiling devilishly at the both of them, finding it amusing that they were both so obviously attracted to each other.

I could hear Stella giggle beside me, both of us finished our drinks as we watched Mary and Freddie engage in a very flirty conversation.

On the way to work with Mary she wouldn't stop asking questions about Freddie, it was so sweet and I knew that the two would most likely end up being together. She already seemed so taken with Freddie after just one conversation and it made me smile, but I also felt just a slight feeling of envy at idea of wanting to feeling so strongly about someone.

Soon after Mary and Freddie had first met, Mary would often come to the bar before we would go to work to be with us, more specifically, Freddie. One day, Freddie had even come to Beba to see her. I watched them from afar, smiling largely at the tension between them, when Freddie saw me he waved and blew a kiss before diverting his attention back to Mary.

After a while the friendship group of three had turned into four. Even after Freddie and Mary had got extremely close, our friendship never changed and he always made sure that he spent time with me which I greatly appreciated.

I could see that Freddie loved her by the way that he spoke about her when she wasn't around and it made my heart melt, he was such a sweet man.

"Mary's running a clothing stall in Kensington, I might just help her with it," he tells me, smiling shyly at the thought of her.

"You going to tell her yet?" I ask him, a smirk forming on my lips as his face reddens a little.

"Tell her what?"

"That you like her, silly," I answer followed by nudging his arm a few times and winking playfully at him.

"Alright, alright, what are you, some kind of mind reader?" He asks, probably rhetorically as he worked on his Graphic design.

"No Fred, Its just astoundingly obvious," I reply leaning closely towards the drawing in front of me that I was working on, "I think this needs some paint."

"Over there darling," he points towards the opposite side of the room, "That is looking quite marvellous."

"I know," I state, laughing as I sassily throw my hand up in the air and stand up, walking towards the other side of the room and grabbing a few tubs of acrylic before sitting back down, leaning over to look at Freddie's work, "That's also quite marvellous, Mr Bulsara."

Freddie would sometimes stay after class time with me in order to spend extra time working on our projects, while other days he would join Mary at their clothing stall. He had offered for me to come a few times and I had intended to go, but I would end up either doing an extra shift at Beba or staying even longer drawing or painting on site.

I was often also invited to gigs by Freddie, bands that he had seen around being advertised on posters. He'd always ask me because out of everyone else that he knew, I was the one who had related to him the most when it came to music and our love for it. Sometimes I would come with him to see these bands and if it was Freddie playing I would always make sure that I had the night free so that I could see him play, Mary would often join me in the audience too.

Other nights I wasn't able to make it due to working, considering the fact that it was becoming quite challenging to make sufficient money in order to keep the apartment that me and Stella were staying in, we only just managed every month to pay with a little money left over, which meant that I had to do extra shifts in order to pay for everything else.

On one of the nights that I hadn't been able to go, Freddie and Mary had finally got together, I found out the next day that they had become official. Me and Stella jumped up and down in joy at the fact that they had decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend, it was getting painful watching their sexual tension.

Mary soon after they had starting dating, would often talk to me about Freddie and the sexual side of their relationship, how amazing it was, talking about it as if I knew the ins and outs of sex. I couldn't say much considering I hadn't been intimate with anyone and just nodded along to everything that she would say.

She had caught on pretty quickly, that I was pretending to listen and agree with her, like I knew what she was talking about, "You have no idea about what I'm saying do you?"

I stayed silent for a few moments before saying, "I know everything there is to know about sex. I am a sex goddess I'll have you know."

"Is that right?"

"Very," I say, trying to sound proud, crossing my arms and keeping my head held high in a joking manner.

"You're not fooling anyone," she replies, laughing as she rearranges clothes that have been put on the wrong rails.

I sigh, "Alright fine, I know things. I just haven't done them so to speak."

"I'm quite surprised," she says, watching my expression turn confused as she spoke, "I don't know, you're extremely pretty."

Shrugging my shoulders as I help her with rearranging the clothes, "I suppose so. But men are confusing creatures that I haven't figured out yet."

"Is that your way of saying that you're waiting to find someone?" She asks. What she had asked me was quite enlightening actually and it was true too, I suppose I was waiting, which made sense as to why I'd not been in an exclusive relationship before.

"Yeah."

She smiles slightly, "I respect that very much."

I was beginning to become more open minded to the idea of finding someone and giving all of my love to them, as long as they gave their all to me. I was also beginning to feel more confident in myself, I deserved love just as much as everyone else. I was young before and I was starting to understand that Steve Harrington was not worthy of me at all. With the help of my friends, we all were secure in each other, we loved and respected one another and we did everything in our power to help each other because we all cared for each other.

That's probably what I was missing before, why nothing lasted, but then I realised that I still pictured Roger as my best friend, after everything and after not talking or seeing him in the last 2 years, I still cared for him no matter what. That meant that our friendship was truly unbreakable and that maybe things could be made right, if I ever saw him again that is.

But months went by and everything was still the same, I was very happy and would smile genuinely with my incredible friends, but other times I would also sit back in the living room of the apartment and think about what my best friend was doing right at that moment, if he had really forgotten about me or if he was thinking of me in the moment too.

"Barbara darling, would you please accompany me tonight?" Freddie asks, placing my gin and tonic in front of me as he takes a seat beside me.

"Doing what? Purchasing all of the alcoholic drinks on the menu, new cocktails maybe?" I ask, giggling as I see him slurping down his drink.

"As much as I'd love to do that, I was actually asking you to another gig," he informs me, smiling widely as he places his glass back onto the table in front of us, "A very new band I've seen on a few posters around here, one of my band knows the lead singer I believe."

"Oh yeah?" I ask, very interested in going, thinking about whether there is anything important I had to do tonight, but after just a few sips of alcohol a few moments before, my mind was beginning to fuzz a little, "The name?"

Freddie had to think for a few moments before actually answering, clearly the drink had also began taking effect on him, "Smile."

"Why?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows at his command, "Do I have something in my teeth?"

He begins laughing hysterically, leaning his head back against the back of his seat with his hand resting against his chest.

"What?" I ask, feeling extremely stupid due to not having a clue as to why he was laughing.

"S-smile - smile is th-e name of the band!" He manages to say in stutters as his laughter dies down, "Sometimes I wonder why I am friends with you."

I couldn't help but giggle at my stupidity before smiling crookedly, "Because I'm fucking fabulous darling," I attempt to copy his voice.

"I know you are," He reassures, smiling largely, "So will you come?"

I down the rest of my drink before slamming it back onto the table, "I'll see, you know how busy I get."

"Why don't you have some fun tonight?" He asks rhetorically, "Drinks are on me."

Maybe I should go, I thought. After a short while I had decided that I would join Freddie.

What other way was there to end a long and boring day of work than dancing with my best friend, shit-faced and surrounded by music?

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The next chapter may be in third personnnn I haven't decided yet but yeeeee, or starting as a third person and then going into first person.

Anywayyyyyy, hope you like the book so far as much as I love writing it :))))

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 2

Chapter 2

November 1967 Barbara's P.O.V

It had been two months since I had joined the Ealing art college and to say that I was enjoying my time would be an understatement. I loved being there so much, especially with my new found friend Stella who I had become unbelievably close with, she was an incredible roommate and person to have around.

Similarly, with Freddie, who I had also grown close with, me and him got on amazingly well and would spend a lot of time with each other in the design room, drawing illustrations and talking about fashion. Yes, Freddie was still a very attractive guy in my opinion, but the feelings that I had for him were only platonic, Stella was convinced otherwise. They were both incredible individuals and they each brought out a more confident and content side to me.

I had hardly thought about Roger this past month, I think that I began to realise that perhaps me and him weren't meant to be friends forever, to be happy with the memories that I did have of him, to be happy with his success and most importantly, to be happy for him and for myself. On the other hand, if I were to ever see him again, or have the opportunity to, I would thank him for everything that he had done for me, apologise and hug the living daylights out of him, until that moment, if it was to come, I would move on with my life.

"Has Freddie asked you to be his girlfriend yet?" I hear Stella question me from the living room as soon as I stepped inside of our apartment.

I rolled my eyes and replied to her with a hint of sarcasm, "My day was okay thanks, what about you?"

"Did you leave your hearing aids at college?"

I peek my head into the living room, glaring down at her sitting on the sofa before I chuck my wet coat over her head, "Hang that up please, I have to leave in ten!"

"Where to? A date?"

"Work!"

Recently I had got myself a part time job working at Beba, a highly recommended clothing shop, just to earn some money in order to keep my place monthly at the apartment. Stella had also got herself a job at a local coffee shop to pay her half of the rent, it wasn't too expensive, not at all, but it was still a struggle making money, it was already taking a toll on me.

That day I had quickly got myself into my uniform and rushed out due to arriving late back home, leaving me much less time to travel to work. It was definitely easy money and usually I had a relatively good time there, plus having the upper hand of having discounts on the clothes being sold there. A few others also worked alongside me, Mary Austin being one of them, who was a really kind and pleasant girl to be around. Me and her often spent a few hours chatting and spending our fifteen minute breaks together, she also went to the same art college as me and we would wave at each other when walking past each other along the corridor.

Every day that would pass was one that I would always remember, I enjoyed every single second of each day, illustrating and designing while also spending time with Freddie and Stella, sometimes Mary. Although, one day had definitely stood out to me in the few months that I had joined the college, and it was the one where Freddie had asked me out on a date.

It was so sudden, I really hadn't expected him to ask. Throughout the past two months that I had known him, we had gradually built this friendship, we got along so well and I was so afraid of ruining it. I didn't know how I felt about Freddie and I didn't want to make anything awkward. I was still longing for feeling something for someone, I was so curious about love, how it felt, or if I ever would know. All I knew is that if I didn't give it a chance, I'd be stuck feeling the doubt that I had been feeling about trusting anyone with my heart forever, and so I had answered Freddie with a 'yes', perhaps I should give this a chance.

When I had told Stella what had happened that day she squealed, so loud my ears almost exploded. She was very excited, I wasn't so sure as to why, probably because she had already been on around six dates with two different boys. They seemed to come at her from all different directions and I could see why, she was so much more open and 'out there' than I had been, I didn't get half the attention that she got.

Whenever I'd say to her about any boy who seemed to show at least a little interest in me she'd tell me to 'let go', to 'let my hair down a little'. Every time I would say 'no', reject, reject, reject, Stella would roll her eyes. 'Barbara. You're hot, you have boys clamouring for you, I'm sure one is fine for you' she would tell me, but I wouldn't listen, I just carried on working, excelling in my grades.

"You said yes?!" She asks, her voice high pitched, she seemed so shocked, "Barbara Rosabella accepted a date with one Freddie Bulsara?"

"I- I think I did," I reply, smiling a little smile as I fiddled with the ends of the sleeves of my purple jumper.

"I'm helping you get ready, you can't say no."

Stella practically dragged me to my bedroom and ran straight to my wardrobe, grabbing at certain items of clothing and chucking them straight onto the bed if they were good enough for her taste. About four dresses were laid out onto the bed as she began to pick each one up and hold them in front of me.

"Can I please wear something just a little bit more casual?" I ask, sighing as she continues to hold up one of the dresses.

"Seriously Barb?"

"Yes, seriously."

"Are you even trying to get some tonight?"

I almost spat out the drink that I didn't even have and let out a loud giggle, "I'm not sure that's what I intended."

"Here's one that you might like a bit better, but if I were you I'd choose one of the others," she advises, picking out a dress which I had been given on discount from Beba.

"Perfect," I reply, reaching for it and rushing to the bathroom.

The dress was suitable for the occasion, it reached the mid of my thighs, it was long sleeved which meant that I didn't have to worry about being too cold. Stella was still waiting for me in my bedroom afterwards, clapping her hands together when she saw me.

"Is it okay?" I ask her.

"You're looking extremely fuckable, if I was a lesbian I would be asking you on a date myself," she states, winking playfully as she laughs.

I can't help but laugh at her remark, almost falling to the floor. This is what we were like most of the time, always laughing at the most stupid things and I was so happy where I was here in London with my friends and this apartment, my job, the college. I was also beginning to feel sure of myself as a person due to Stella and Freddie, they made everything seem just a little brighter.

"What time are you going and where are you going?" She asks me, around an hour later when we were both reclining on our sofa listening to the radio.

"In about twenty minutes and we're getting food somewhere I think, you should know more since you're the one who goes on many more dates than I do," I tell her with a hint of sass, smirking at her.

"Well you'd also be going on a lot of dates if you didn't reject them every time," she was definitely speaking the truth since I had been rejecting anyone who had asked me out, "What's so different about Freddie?"

"He's interesting, but we're friends," Her face dropped when the word 'friend' left my mouth, "What? I'm sure that this is going to be more of a friendly date?"

"What's a friendly date?"

"Shut up," I answer her, smiling widely at her humour, "Look, I don't know how I feel, that's one of the reasons why I am going tonight."

"Fair enough."

Very soon after Freddie had arrived, he had stayed with me and Stella for a drink before we headed off to the local diner. The 'date' was hilarious and me and Freddie only grew closer as friends, we talked about everything, I had found out about our mutual interest in music which was the topic of conversation for most of the time. We ate, we talked, we laughed, we walked along a few unfamiliar streets, the time that I had spent with him was amazing, but I still felt the same, there weren't butterflies or sparks lighting up any kind of feeling of romantic love.

I was dreading the fact that Freddie may be on a completely different page as he reached for my hand up until the moment that he gave me a quick peck on the lips, only lasting for a few seconds. The kiss only further confirmed the lack of butterflies that I was feeling. I loved Freddie as a friend, that was what I knew. I hoped he felt the same as me and that we would still remain friends, I was silently begging, hoping that I wouldn't lose this friendship like I had lost Roger's.

"Are you okay?" He asks, stepping backwards so that he could see me clearly, "You look like you're going to cry."

"N-no I'm not, I just-," I didn't know what to say to him, he studied my face carefully, keeping his hands on either sides of my face, gently resting on my cheeks.

"Did I do something wrong?" He seemed so worried and it made my heart sink.

"I jus-, I, I don't want to lose you as a friend," I confess, frowning as I feel a single tear travel down my cheek which his finger wipes away, "I've lost too much."

I tried to hold myself together so much, but thoughts of everything had taken over me, losing the respect and love of my parents, losing the years of friendship with Roger, losing the people that I called home, I was horrified at the thought of losing this already close friendship that I had with Freddie, I connected with him in the few months I had known him.

"You're not going to lose me darling," he assures me, very confident in his word, "I promise, now stop crying like a little baby," he laughs quietly.

My face breaks out into a smile at how casual he was after I had practically friend zoned him, this was one of the reasons why me and him got along so well, we balanced each other out and he made me look at everything in a different perspective, he always made me feel more relaxed. I sniffled a little and felt completely and utterly relieved, "Okay."

For a few seconds we just stared at each other smiling. I thought about how lucky I was to have met Freddie, how considerate and thoughtful he was, I would cherish him forever.

"Friends?" I hear myself ask, muttering the word out extremely quietly.

"Close companions," he responds, grinning a cheeky grin as he pulls me close and into a hug. I felt so safe and confident that me and Freddie's friendship would only grow stronger from this moment onwards.

Freddie walked me back to me and Stella's apartment, holding my hand loosely on the way. The sudden miniature outburst that had occurred was forgotten and everything was back to normal. I did not regret coming out with Freddie, not one bit, it only solidified our relationship as friends and actually, I believe that it was important that we had spent time with each other like we did that night.

"You must come and see me at music practice. Tomorrow!" He states, clearly excited, squeezing my hand as we reach the front door of my apartment.

"I'd love to!" I reply enthusiastically, looking forward to nothing but hearing Freddie sing for the first time along with hearing his skills in piano.

"Two in the afternoon in the music department, the other building, opposite ours," He informs me.

"I can't wait!"

Freddie pulled me in for another hug and a kiss on the cheek, lasting slightly longer than the last, "Don't be late," I hear him mumble against my shoulder before pulling away to look at me again, he smiles so that his front teeth show.

"I won't, I promise Freddie," I reply with a reassuring smile, "I'll set my alarm early just for you."

"Goodnight darling," he says before leaning in for another kiss on the cheek and waving goodbye as he disappears down the road to catch a bus to Kensington, where he was staying.

I let myself into the apartment with a smile on my face, dropping my handbag onto the sofa before I also fall onto the sofa. Immediately I heard Stella's footsteps rushing into the living room and when she saw me she jumped onto the empty space on the sofa.

"How'd it go?" She asks excitedly, leaning towards me anticipating my answer.

I smile in response, "Amazing."

"I'm going to need some details," she tells me, using her hands to tell me to continue, "Anything?"

"It was perfect, Stella, but probably not in the way that you're thinking."

"Don't tell me you didn't kiss at least?"

"We did, but I don't have feelings for him. We're close companions and that's the way that it's going to stay," I state, trying to keep a straight face in order to let her know that what I was telling her was true, which it was, "Now you don't have to tease me about it."

"Alright, alright, I respect your decision," she replies, keeping a smile on her face, but she seemed curious, searching for something in my eyes, "Have you had a boyfriend before? Or had any kind of relationship with a boy before?"

The look on my face must have given it away as she shuffled closer, wanting to hear what I had to say.

"Spit it out, you can tell me anything!"

And so I did, I told her everything that seemed relevant, mainly Steve considering he was the one who had treated me very poorly. I only briefly mentioned Roger because what had happened between us was my fault, "So to answer your question, it's complicated, I wasn't in an exclusive relationship with Steve, he was just a dickhead."

"And the other one?"

"A best friend who I miss very much," I answer her before looking down towards my crossed legs on the sofa, "I fucked up and I let him go."

"Seems like he let you go Barb."

"Because I hurt him," I say, "Sometimes I don't know when to shut up. Ever since I've been trying to stop myself from just blurting bullshit."

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen?"

"And he was?"

"Sixteen."

"If I look at it from a sixteen year old and fifteen year old point of view. I think that the both of you had a bad case of 'immature syndrome' and felt like you couldn't apologise. Am I right?" She asks, reaching for her bag and taking out two cigarettes, passing one to me which I take from her quickly.

"You may well be right there, Stell," I reply, taking out my lighter from my jacket pocket, lighting the cigarette, feeling ever so slightly more relaxed after having such a conversation.

"Who knows, you may see each other again and this time, mature enough to apologise and hug it out," I hear her say, blowing out some smoke and leaning over the sofa to tap off the ash, "Or find a spare toilet and fuck the living daylights out of each other," she mutters, very very quietly.

"What? I didn't quite catch that." I ask her, giggling a little as she does the same.

She throws her hands up in surrender, "I didn't say anything I swear."

"Thought so." I say, raising my eyebrows with a large smile, "Would you like to hear Freddie's band play tomorrow?"

"Is that a command?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"Well I guess I'll have to then," she replies, putting out her cigarette.

I take a last long drag of the cigarette before also putting mine out, "Thought so, you wouldn't want to suffer the wrath of miss Barbara Rosabella."

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 1

Chapter 1

September 1967 Barbara's P.O.V

I stepped off of the carriage, feeling an extreme wave of tiredness flow over me. The journey had felt as though it had lasted forever, I hadn't travelled this far in my life so far and it was unspeakably boring alone. I couldn't help but think that if me and Roger hadn't had that argument and were still friends, that I wouldn't have been on my own while travelling to London, the journey would've been at least more bearable, definitely filled with laughs and amusement.

My backpack dug into my shoulder as I moved forward, dragging my suitcase with me. London was already so different, it was most definitely an unfamiliar surrounding and not like the quietness and serenity that I was so used to in Truro.

Throughout the last part of my journey to Ealing Art College, my face was frowning as I thought about how this had been both me and Roger's dream, our dream, and now it was just my own. I missed him more than anything and hadn't stopped thinking about what I had said to him that day, a year or so ago now. He was my best friend and I had completely and utterly fucked it up. It seemed as though he had forgotten me, left me behind. The last I heard of Roger was that apparently he was still with 'The Reaction', still relatively popular and surrounded by girls who were completely and utterly in awe of him.

I couldn't not be happy for him, doing music is what he was meant to do and that was one of the last things that I had told him, I still go by my word, I just wished that I had been by his side as he lived his dream.

I had reached Ealing art college in short time. The building was beautiful, everything that I had ever dreamed of. It was quite a large site and there were already people making their way to sign in although nothing officially started until next week Monday. A middle aged woman had been the one to cross off my name and direct me to the apartment that I had paid for to stay in with a roommate who I had just found out was a woman named Stella. The walk was nothing, the apartment was just a few minutes away, it was quite pretty outside, not what I was expecting at all. The exterior was painted a pastel blue which was very faded with a few empty plant boxes in front of the only window.

I came to the conclusion that I had made the right decision to stay off site since I'd definitely have more freedom, depending on Stella, my supposed roommate. I had worked so hard during the summer in order to pay my half of this apartment, my parents, especially my father, were furious with me. I had been given the cold shoulder from the both of them, they refused to help with any money related issues such as my ticket to travel to London and the apartment, I had arranged it all by myself.

The interior of the apartment was very basic, included everything I needed in order to live, it just didn't really look appealing to me, nothing I wouldn't be able to fix though. One bathroom without a bath, two tiny bedrooms, a very small kitchen attached to the living room and a balcony, it was enough.

Unpacking hadn't taken that long and when I was done I had jumped straight onto the squeaky sofa, laying back as I closed my eyes, feeling extremely tired after such a long afternoon.

I heard the door unlock, my eyes shot straight open, thinking that someone was trying to break in, and then suddenly realising that I was sharing this apartment with someone else, must be Stella.

A girl peaked into the living room, blonde, blue eyes. She suddenly smiled when she saw me lounging on the sofa, "Hi, I'm Stella!"

I sat up, smiling back at her, "Hiya, I'm Ba-,"

"Barbara, yes I know! Lady at the desk told me," she interrupted, giggling a little, "Nice to meet you, I see you've already made yourself comfortable."

"You too!" I reply, letting out a laugh at her remark. She seemed to be really nice, already very easy to talk to, not awkward at all, I liked her. I was very skeptical about sharing a place with someone else who I had never met before, I was definitely not expecting someone as nice as her.

"I'm going to have a look around," she tells me.

I relaxed myself again, leaning further back and closing my eyes.

"We will probably be fighting over the shower a lot!" I hear her call, "Only one bathroom!"

"I know! I'll try not to hog it!" I call back.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening me and Stella got to know each other, the conversation flowed very easily and we found ourselves laughing about the shitty springs in our beds. I had also found out that she was interested in fashion and was studying textiles at college, she was also a year older than me and that her parents had practically kicked her out.

"Where have you come from then?" She asks, lifting her cigarette up to her lips, breathing in before tapping the ashes away out of the window.

"Truro."

"Truro?"

"A little town in cornwall."

"Ah, cornwall! I've heard that it's beautiful there," she replies, "why in the hell would you come here?"

I let out a long sigh, smiling a little, "I don't really know anymore, just been my dream to come and study here, I'll miss cornwall very much," I tell her, only thinking of Roger as these words left my lips, he was the one that I'd miss.

Monday had soon come and I had woken up very early, as did Stella since she also had a lesson to go to in a few hours. We walked together down the street towards the college site, there were many others doing the same, presumably new and old students all together. Me and Stella along with the rest of the new students were given a tour around the building and had also been directed towards the rooms that we had been allocated.

The inside of the college was just as nice as the outside, there were artworks hung up that previous students had created as their final pieces. Stella looked just as excited as me, we exchanged impressed looks all the way through the little tour.

"Meet me here after you've finished!" She says as she points at her Textiles room, flashing me a big smile as she waves and disappears into the room.

I made my way to the Graphic design room, followed the directions that I had been given, missing a few turns and retracing my steps until I had finally found the correct room.

There were already people in the room, some still working, others, probably the new students were sat down around the tables in the middle of the room. Some of the new students were already talking to each other, others were sat in silence and I sat down at an empty table, waiting for the tutor to arrive.

He came rushing into the room around ten minutes after I had arrived, "Sorry I'm late everybody."

Mr Wright had introduced himself and had also told us the ins and outs of the course, what we were to do, handing out sketchbooks and directing us to other rooms which we had access to. He also got to know us a little, asking us for our names followed by telling us to get on with what it was we were planning to do.

It was very ambiguous and I had no idea what I was doing, some others didn't either, others got to working immediately. I stood myself up, looking around at all the equipment and materials we had been given, where everything was.

I was lingering around the materials, not knowing what to take and also just not knowing what I was doing in general, I didn't know where to start. A boy had suddenly stood next to me, grabbing a few pencils and halted when he saw me just stood still, dumbfounded.

"Would you like any help?" I hear him ask, feeling his eyes watching me as I continued to stare down at the cupboard in front of me.

"I er- sure, I have no idea what I'm doing," I reply, averting my eyes to him. Immediately my mind was taken aback by how attractive he was, very dark brown- almost black hair, brown eyes, a very structured face and very prominent cheekbones.

He smiled a little crooked smile, "I'm Freddie Bulsara, I love your earrings," he introduces himself, still smiling as he studies my face.

I feel heat rush up to my cheeks feeling a little weak to the knees, I manage to mutter a 'thanks'. I felt so stupid since I didn't particularly want to find anyone attractive at all, I wanted to focus on my design, only due to my poor taste in the opposite sex, after Steve Harrington I had no confidence in pursuing a relationship with anybody as of right now. I shook the feeling off as I pulled myself together, but probably coming across as being one of the most peculiar creatures.

"Are you more the illustrative type?" He asks, a hint of a smirk showing on his lips, his front teeth showing slightly. He was even more attractive in an odd sort of way.

"Yeah."

"Like me! Follow me, take some pencils, we're going to the practical room."

I followed him towards the room, one that the Graphics students had access to. Only one other person was in the room working, very concentrated and hadn't even noticed that anyone had come in. Me and Freddie sat at the other side of the room, he had given me a few ideas on what to do to start off with and gave me some advice about what he had done when he first started here. I got stuck in drawing a few figures, picturing something in my head and drawing it through lines, it seemed like a good start.

After a lesson of being surprisingly productive, me and Freddie had engaged in lots of conversation, he came across as being a very kind and thoughtful person. I was quite drawn to him and his exotic look, he was very different to any other male I'd seen in his style, he was also very hilarious in his manner and his jokes.

I was so caught up in laughing at almost everything that he was saying that I hadn't noticed that Stella was waiting for me outside. It took a fake cough for me and Freddie to notice her presence, she was watching us with a little smirk, "Come on Barbara, I've been waiting for almost fifteen minutes!"

"I better go, I'll see you tomorrow?" I shift my head towards Freddie again, hoping that I will get see him, I already felt comfortable around him, he was so kind, genuine and friendly, I was very sure that we'd be good friends.

He smiled a little, "Of course you will."

As me and Stella walked along the street, she wouldn't shut up about Freddie, giggling and teasing me, "He seemed to really like you."

I shrugged in response, "Really?" trying to sound unbothered by her statement.

"Hell yes. He was quite attractive Barbara, very exotic, I'd go there." She teased, pinching my arm as she giggled.

I laughed loudly as we continued to skip down the street, large grins on our faces. I couldn't believe how close me and Stella were after only a few days of knowing each other, similarly with Freddie. I hadn't been this amused or entertained by anything since Roger had been around. I was beginning to think that maybe this was my way of moving on from my ex best friend, maybe Stella and Freddie were to mean as much to me as Roger once did, maybe I'd stop thinking about him as much, forget him like he had seemed to forget me.

Maybe things were going to begin looking up for me.

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Had to rewrite and republish this chapter since I had deleted the last one in my sleep, don't ask😂😂😂 don't know that happened.

Chapter 2 should be published tomorrow, hope u liked the chapter anywho :)))

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC (1966)

Roger was adamant that he wanted Barbara by his side while he studied, looking into Universities being advertised. He had found one, London Hospital Medical College, where he could study Dentistry. He had also seen a university of arts in Ealing, it was only one hour away but he still was slightly agitated at the fact that he wouldn't see her as much as he did then, it was the closest one that he could find.

He would have to travel, and so would she, all the way to London from Truro which would be a huge leap for them, although, he was sure that they would be fine as long as they were near each other. When he had told Barbara about his research she was so excited, definitely unsure about whether or not her mother or father would allow her, but this was her dream. Studying Graphic design with Roger not too far away from her was something that she had been longing for, for the past year and a half.

Barbara and Roger were now just over one year until leaving secondary, studying their O levels and both of them were still joint at the hip. Nothing about their friendship had changed in the last three years, they had shared their friendly first kiss less than a year ago and they had only just got closer in a platonic way, yet Barbara always had the urge to kiss him again.

Roger would have dinner at the Rosabella household every Sunday. Barbara's mother loved the boy, his spirit, his humour and mainly the way in which the power that he had on her daughter's mood. One night, Barbara's father had come back home early from yet another business trip, arriving on a Sunday, immediately spotting Roger sitting at the table eating dinner with the family. He was cold and dismissive towards Roger and Barbara did not know what was to come after her friend would leave.

Roger tried to prolong his stay as long as he could because he knew that Barbara did not have a nice relationship with her father, she barely mentioned him. When he eventually decided to leave, he gave her a look of sympathy, telling her with his pretty blue eyes, 'I'm sorry, I have to go'. They hugged tightly, but she pulled back after a second or so, not wanting to give her father the wrong message, knowing that his eyes were watching very closely.

Barbara's father disliked Roger very much and ordered her not to bring him home ever again, to focus on her studies. Her father did not know her as well as he thought that he did because although her and Roger could be absolutely mad and so childish together, they were also strict with each other, knowing when they had to be serious and study.

She did not know how to bring up the subject of moving to London to study Graphic design, especially when Roger was included within the equation. For days she tried to boost up her courage and finally tell them what she had planned for her own future, but ends up not being able to get any words out. Until one day, after having a serious confidence boost from Roger and his attempt at a motivational speech for her, which only ended up with them rolling on the floor laughing until their stomachs ached.

Ofcourse her mother was extremely melancholy at the thought of her daughter going away, but her father, he was furious, his face was red with anger.

"You're studying History, Barbara, I thought that I had already told you that," He scowled, slamming his fist down onto the table, making her jump. "You know that I have got you a place at one of the best universities around, you cannot go to London to study something that will not get you anywhere, with that silly little boy."

The way that he spoke made her skin crawl, he was so calm in his voice but his eyes were dark, almost black. She was terrified at the power that he had over her life, over her whole families life, and she was only beginning to realise it, "Bu-."

"Your decision has been made for you, Barbara. History is what you're studying and that is final."

And she didn't say another word.

She cried and cried and cried that night, so much that she had woken up with an immense pain in her head. Her eyes were dark and her head hung low. Barbara felt as though she couldn't face Roger that day, she did anything she could not to talk to him. It hurt her so much and she hated it when she let him down, especially when this was their future, his mother was so happy for him, why couldn't it be the same for her?

Roger had immediately noticed that his best friend was not her usual chirpy and smiley self. He hadn't ever seen her like this, even when she was having a bad day she would talk at least a little, but this was different and he had a feeling that it was something to do with her father.

At the end of the day, Barbara tried to walk ahead of Roger in the direction of her home, but he wasn't going to let her go that easily, he quickly reached for her hand and held it, gently tugging so that she'd stop.

"I have to go home, Roger." Barbara told him, without turning around to look at him, standing still for a few seconds before wriggling her hand out of his and moving forward.

"Belle, listen to the radio with me,"

The effect that he had on her was so strong and he knew that she couldn't ever turn down listening to the radio with him, it was something that they did all the time and loved. He knew that she could never leave her best friend alone to listen to the radio, it was just something that they always did together.

He couldn't help the smile that began to show on his lips when he saw her falter and stop walking, but immediately wiped it off of his face to a look of sadness when she turned around to look at him.

"Pretty please?" He asked, widening his eyes and giving her the largest smile he could possible attempt.

Not being able to control herself, she let out a high pitched giggle and slowly nodded her head, "fine."

She was still more quiet than she ever had been on their walk to Roger's home. His mum greeted both of them with a kind smile as she watched them wave at her before Roger sprinted his way up the stairs, skipping a few while Barbara only walked.

Roger had already put the radio on and jumped on his bed by the time Barbara had reached his room. She sat down at the edge of his bed, facing away from him until she felt him gently grab her arm and pull her down next to him. They lay back for what feels like hours listening to the music and news blaring from the radio.

The radio began to play 'I want to hold your hand' by the Beatles, one of Barbara's favourite songs, it had been ever since it was released two years ago. Roger knew that she loved the song because whenever it would play, she would sing and dance, sometimes even fall off of the bed leaving them in hysterics. Roger frowned when he saw that her face was expressionless, she didn't sing, she didn't smile. He couldn't stand it anymore, he dreaded seeing her like this, and so he sat up, turning the volume of radio down until it was dead silent in his room.

"Please tell me what's wrong." Roger breaks the silence, "Belle?"

Barbara sighs, knowing that she won't be able to hold off what she had to say any longer, she could tell that Roger was becoming very agitated, "My Dad won't let me come to London with you to study Design."

Their hearts seemed to sink down to their stomachs. Roger didn't know what to say, "W-why?"

"You know what he's like. Apparently I've already got a place studying History somewhere else, I don't even know where." She told him, unable to look him in the eye, knowing that she would end up crying if she looked at him.

"Belle, you can't let him dictate what you do. It's your future." He replies. His voice faltered in some parts, for the first time, he felt angry at her.

"He's scary Rog!"

"And he knows it! He knows that you're scared of him and knows what to do to make you do what he wants you to do, this is one of the most important decisions that you will ever make. You hate history as a subject! Design is what you want to do, it's your passion and I believe in you." He tells her, his voice raising slightly every now and then, and when Barbara doesn't reply, he huffs, "How long have we talked about going to London?"

She blinked, knowing full well that Roger was right, but not wanting to admit it.

"Years, Barbara. You're so creative, talented, imaginative. You can't just throw it all away studying the fucking Tudors for the rest of your life." He'd never sworn at her before, it hurt her, to say the very least.

"I could say the same to you, Roger." She answers back with a bit more sass, sitting herself up and finally making eye contact with him, an expression of frustration is shown on her face.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks, extremely perplexed.

"You! You're doing Dentistry? You can't tell me what to do when you're throwing your music away!" She blurts out, not even thinking about she had just said. Barbara didn't mean anything that she was saying to Roger, the girl was so stubborn and hated to admit the fact that her father was a horrible man. She was only making excuses now.

"You know that I've wanted to study Dentistry for years, I'm not being pressured by my parents into doing something that I don't want to do, there's a big difference, Belle. I still play guitar and drums, I'm not completely throwing it away and being a coward like you with your Dad, you are meant to do design and you know it!"

Barbara stood up from his bed, crossing her arms, "That's because you don't have a Dad." She practically growled at him at this point, "Fuck you, Taylor."

Barbara walked all the way home in the dark feeling so very empty inside. It was like her heart had been ripped in two and she knew deep down that it was her fault and that perhaps she had overstepped a boundary, that they wouldn't ever be friends again, that they wouldn't even talk again.

This wasn't how she had pictured her summer, there was only a week left of school and she didn't know how she was going to cope without Roger by her side. No radio with Roger, no beach days, no more inside jokes, no more singing with Roger. She couldn't believe it.

He didn't even look at her throughout that entire week, they didn't sit next to each other anymore in lesson, everything felt so blue and grey without seeing his smile every day. His heart had also turned to stone, he was just as broken as she was, if not more.

During summer it was the same, except they didn't see each other at all, most of the time Barbara just stayed home until her mother asked her to get some groceries from the local shop. It was the first time in a few weeks that she had even left her home, she was only dressed in pyjamas from the night before.

Whilst she roamed the shop for what her mother had asked her to pick up, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She stopped for a moment, hoping, wishing and praying that it would be Roger, only to turn around and see a boy from her school, Steve Harrington, one of the popular kids in her year.

He seemed sweet, also very handsome, but not her best friend, Roger.

"Barbara Rosabella? What are you doing here?" He asks, a hint of a smile showing on his lips as he stared down at her with his brown eyes.

"J-just picking up some things for my mum," she replies, smiling up at him slightly before shuffling to the side in attempt to get away from any kind of social contact with him.

"Hey, wait up!" He calls, "Let me carry something."

"I think I'll be fine thanks."

"Suit yourself." Barbara hears him say, she turns around and sees him leave the shop which causes her to breathe a sigh of relief.

Barbara made her purchases and stepped outside of the shop, only to be met with Steve Harrington again, she rolls her eyes, "Are you stalking me?"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, what's up?" He asks, smiling that oh so annoying smile that she liked but hated at the same time.

"What's up with you? You never talk to me. Why now?"

"You still dating that Roger kid?" Steve tells her with all sincerity in his voice, he really meant what he said.

"What the hell kind of question is that? I don't even know you." She states, her eyebrows furrowed as she squints her eyes at him, "For your information, we are not dating and never have dated, he was my best friend."

"Would you like to go out sometime?" He asks her suddenly. Steve thinks of something to add, knowing that she was just going to reject him, he wanted her to crack for him, "I've lost friends too, I understand how it feels."

Barbara stared at him, trying to work him out, as if she were solving a puzzle. Her initial reaction was one of anger, but then she thought of the possibilities of forgetting the heartache that she felt for Roger. She thought that if maybe she gave Steve a chance, that she'd forget the little infatuation that had on Roger, perhaps he'd fly straight out of her mind.

She spent most days with Steve from then onwards, he made her laugh, he made her smile, he took her out, he kissed her a few times. It was nice, she had thought, but it wasn't magical, somehow Roger still meant more to her than someone who was supposedly her boyfriend. She didn't know what to call Steve, he wasn't special like Roger was. She still felt empty, and this was how she spent her summer that year. Steve would climb up to her window at night to study, although he thought that maybe she'd finally let him fuck her.

Roger saw Steve climbing his way up to the window of who was once his best friend. He had felt so replaced, his mind immediately thought about Steve staying the night in Barbara's room, it made him feel so sick, repulsed by the idea of Steve taking her, even though in reality, Barbara had only studied with Steve that night and also refused to have sex with him, leaving him very agitated with her.

It wasn't too long before Barbara and Steve were to return to school for their last year. Barbara didn't know how much more she could take before she died of boredom, Steve always told the same jokes with that same smug look on his face and she hated it. When she returned to school in September, it had dawned on her that she'd be seeing Roger again every single day.

Steve would wrap his arms around Barbara in the school corridors, he would kiss her on the cheek and hold her hand, everyone saw them, they were the topic of conversation for many of the students. Roger saw them together too and he hated that Barbara and Steve were even more than what he had been with her, they were together, and he was always just a friend to her. He also despised the fact that he was no longer the reason for her smiles or giggles. He missed her so much.

Both Roger and Barbara did everything that they could to forget each other as she continued to date Steve, while Roger got himself into a band called 'The Reaction'. He did well for himself and dedicated most of his time to work on his drumming. Roger did it for her, he had thought about what she said that day, he worked on himself and became the drummer and lead singer of this new band.

Barbara was so proud of him, but couldn't tell him, she smiled sadly when she had heard that him and this band had become extremely popular within Truro. Everyone wanted to be his friend at school, and all the girls started to fancy him. Barbara was so jealous as she'd see Roger surrounded by two to three girls every single day. It hurt her that he had forgotten about her, but then realised that she was only ever his friend. She hated that the girls around him only thought that he was attractive for his popularity, yet she had loved him years before for everything that they didn't.

Barbara also thought about the day that they argued and what he said every single day, so much that she had rejected the offer from the university that her father had told her to take. Instead she had applied and accepted a place at Ealing art college, the one that Roger had found for her.

She thought that maybe this would bring her best friend back to her, but realised that she was probably being stupid at this point.

Steve soon became distant with her, he told her that he had started talking to someone else because she wouldn't put out for him and that she was too caught up on Roger. It seemed as though Steve had felt that Barbara would be easy to use, she couldn't believe it, he hadn't ever felt anything for her whatsoever. Barbara was not surprised that Steve had that mentality, deep down she had always known that he was a dickhead.

And just like that, she was even more alone than she already was. Roger saw Barbara alone for the rest of the year until the very last day and every day he wanted to talk to her, but he wouldn't, often because of some other girl diverting his attention to them, although his mind always drifted back to her.

With the amount of girls that he seemed to have, he thought that maybe his best friend would leave his mind, but she never did.

Barbara Rosabella was one of a kind.

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC (1961)

Barbara sat back and reminisced whilst on her train journey to London, remembering the most extraordinary past few years of her life. Although she felt a slight bit of sadness, even with the tiny smile evident on her face. She couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for her, maybe things would have panned out differently.

September 1961

"I'm sure you'll be fine, Sweet, enjoy yourself, make some new friends!" Her mother told her as she packed a ham sandwich into Barbara's bag, an excitable smile etched its way across her lips.

Barbara was in no way convinced that she'd have any fun on her first day of school. As an eleven year old girl, she was more interested in the idea of staying home in her cute little pastel purple room reading or playing with her dolls house.

It was a new start for her at Truro Cathedral school and her mother was in high hopes that Barbara would fit in this time. Barbara had trouble getting along with other children her age, mostly because of the fact that she'd find them snickering or giving her funny looks when she was around and had no idea why, so she kept quiet.

Growing up with a love for Piano and drawing, this is what she preoccupied herself with doing. Sticking up doodles of her as a pretty princess on her wall was what she loved doing.

Nevertheless, a week turned into a year at school and she was still the same old Barbara, little and lonely. she often found herself spending most of her breaks either in library, music practice rooms or in her school's art room.

She was oblivious and indifferent to the fact that hardly anyone would speak to her. Only a few were people she would consider as being friends until one day. Nearly thirteen year old Barbara went about her usual routine, lessons, break time, lessons, lunch time. Immediately walking her way towards the small music rooms and into her favourite one with the best piano, along with some other instruments such as the Guitar and even a drum kit, the only one in the school.

The piano was one of her only friends, the moment that she began playing it for the first time years ago she had grown a connection with it, especially with the one that she had at home in her room. It hadn't been too long before her playing was interrupted by knock at the door of the room.

Barbara lifted her finger slowly off of the piano key as her head shifted to her left. The door opened and Mrs Miller's face appear at the door frame.

"Sorry to interrupt dearie, would you mind sharing the room?" She asks, flashing a kind smile when she sees Barbara nod. No longer than a few seconds later a boy appeared, "This is Roger Taylor, he's new here and would like to try playing the drums."

The fair haired boy seemed to be around her age, perhaps slightly older but definitely in the same year. They made eye contact for the first time as Mrs Miller left them be and Barbara didn't know what to say apart from, "I'm Barbara Rosabella."

"Hi." He replies, his voice high pitched and small as he takes small steps into the room, immediately stepping towards the drum kit placed across the room.

He was no longer within Barbara's vision as her piano was facing away from the drums and she stayed sat down quietly, waiting for the silence to end and for him to begin playing the drums to no avail.

"Just pretend I'm not here, I'll keep quiet." She mutters in a small voice, her head hung low staring down at the keys of the piano.

About a minute had passed before he began tapping away at the drums with the sticks in his hands. Roger had only recently started playing the drums after being in his first band in which he played the Ukulele. He practically had no idea what he was doing with himself and the instrument before him and Barbara could tell as she smiled to herself at some of his off-beats.

"I've only just started playing if you haven't already noticed," Roger states with a hint of a smile on his face and slightly turning himself around on the stool that he was sitting on.

She couldn't help but let out a short giggle while turning her head around to glance at him,"You're really not that bad."

They made eye contact the second time, this time with little grins on their faces when they both realised that they were joking with each other. Somehow both of them knew that this wouldn't be the last time that they would talk.

"Are you in here often?"

"Yes, I am. Every lunch," she replies, slightly embarrassed at the fact that she wasn't even joking a little bit about that statement, every word of it was true. Her head moved back to facing the piano in front of her, waiting for him to reply.

"Would it be okay if I also came here at lunch? We could always just take turns, you know, me playing the drums and you, the piano?" Barbara hears him ask and she nods almost immediately in response.

Every single day Roger would come to practice the drums with her in the room, and as the days progressed he was showing improvement in his skill in playing, learning a new rhythm daily. Barbara had also done the same with Piano, each day attempting to play a new piece.

"Afternoon, Belle." He'd greet her, a small smile on his face.

"Belle? Where'd you get that from?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed but with a hint of amusement shown on her face.

He stood still for a second, his eyes squinting in confusion, "Isn't that your name?"

Barbara shakes her head, giggling, "It's Barbara. You may have got my second name mixed up with my first. Barbara Rosabella."

He giggles with her, "Must've been because of your last name," and from that day on he called her 'Belle' regardless and it made her feel content.

They clearly both loved each other's company and each day Barbara would become a little more comfortable around him as a little bond formed between them. Whenever it was his turn to play drums and he'd make a slight error in the beat that he was making he would grin widely at her and jokingly slap himself in the face with both drumsticks, the young girl's heart would melt unknowingly at this.

Soon this bond progressed into a friendship where they would spend time with each other in and out of the room where they had first met. Roger and Barbara made sure that they were sat next to each other in all the lessons that they had together: Art, History, Music and English being some of them. Roger would pass notes to Barbara, some of them made her laugh so much that their teacher would have to separate them or give them a detention.

Barbara became a much more cheery and positive girl in general and her mother was one of the first people to notice along with her older sister Anita who knew exactly why considering the fact that she was attending the same school as her younger sister, although she was almost coming to an end to her time as a secondary school student, she'd seen her sister walking along the corridors with a boy to their lessons side by side every day from year seven to eight.

The fourteen year old came home everyday with a large toothy smile on her face all because of the best friend that she had found in none other than Roger Taylor. She would then go straight to her room, working on her piano and drawing for hours and hours on end.

Her mother would ask Anita about Barbara and what she got up to at school and of-course the older sister would answer truthfully, telling their mother about her friend. That night at dinner Barbara's mother couldn't help but ask about this boy who had changed her little girl into this new bubbly, happy and hard-working person.

"Everything going okay at school, Darling?" Their mother asks at first, the question seemingly innocent before she elaborates, "Any friends?"

The look that Barbara's mother gave her had instantly given it away, "Anita!" She whines at her older sister who just laughs.

"What's his name?" Her mum asks, showing extreme interest what she had to say about the boy.

Barbara smiles to herself as she mutters his name loud enough for her to hear, "Roger Taylor. He's my best friend."

"You're lucky that your father isn't here to hear this conversation." She answers humorously and added, "When do I get to meet him?"

"We're only friends mum! Please don't get any ideas." Barbara claims as she takes a sip of her orange juice in front of her and feeling her face heat up in embarrassment at her mother's question, "Can we please talk about something else?"

"When will Dad be coming back from his business trip?" Anita asks, saving Barbara from any more humiliation.

"I don't know Ani, I haven't heard much from him, a few weeks I suppose?" Their mother replies, her tone was sad and it was so obvious that something was wrong. Barbara and Anita's father was hardly home and neither of the girls had a close relationship with him as whenever he was home he'd be commanding and controlling over them. Barbara could never touch her piano whenever her father was home, he hated the instrument, music, or any other form of creativity. Barbara was so so clueless, she was too young to understand that at the time her father was having affairs with several other women on these business trips, while her mother knew what her husband was doing while he was away, she always tried to her hide her sadness with a dead smile.

"You did this?!" Roger asks in disbelief, picking up the illustration that Barbara had been working on the night before, "It's incredible!"

She really had not spent that much time on it, and definitely wasn't expecting Roger to react to it in the way that he did. His enthusiasm and excitement towards her work only made her want to create more and more and more. He always seemed to believe in her more than anyone had ever done and she'd always remember the day when he had heard her singing one of her favourite songs under her breath. Roger thought that her singing was one of the most beautiful sounds that he had ever heard and often asked her to sing whenever they'd be practicing their music in their little room to which she'd be conscious of, but with his encouragement, she'd sing songs that either of them had written or songs that they had an affection for.

After years of being close friends, it was only until they were fifteen that they had realised how close they lived to each other. They walked home together every single day after school, although some days they had been paired up together to work on some English or Science homework which meant that they'd either go to his or her home. She made sure that whenever her father was home that her and Roger would not be working at hers, making any excuse to avoid her domineering father.

Some days they would get no work done whatsoever, other days they wouldn't even attempt to do the work that they had been set. Instead, they'd run all the way to the local beach and enjoy each other's company. Roger would chase Barbara across the sand, both of them tripping over their feet, jumping into the water and creating sand castles.

If they ever did get to work, it would take them hours and hours to complete the work that they had been set, but this was only because they'd end up in fits of laughter or started talking about what awaited them in the future, or even some songwriting.

Roger always spoke about studying Biology and Dentistry, that, that was what he wanted to study when he left school. Barbara believed in him and knew that he could achieve anything if he really wanted to, even though she couldn't help but feel as though he was destined to be a Musician. She also told him that she wanted to study Design in the future and he was in complete agreement and supportive of this.

It was so obvious that Barbara had a little crush on Roger and visa versa, but both of them were so young and hardly in touch with their feelings. Other students at their school would tease them about their close friendship. Barbara was so innocent that at the age of fifteen had only just started wondering what it would feel like to kiss a boy, and only because she'd seen other girls her age being young and in love.

One day when both Roger and Barbara had to work on some English with each other, they decided to work at his home for the rest of the day. She couldn't remember how their conversation had led to the topic of 'kissing', but it did, both of them had not kissed anyone before and they thought nothing about the consequences of touching their lips with their own. The kiss lasted no longer than three seconds, no movement whatsoever. Their hearts fluttered, but they never spoke a word of it again and remained the same best friends that they had always been, nevertheless, it was all that they would think about, feeling the familiar stomach flutter while doing so and not knowing why.

But poor Barbara Rosabella had so obliviously left her heart with Roger Taylor ever since that moment in the year of 1965.

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I really really really really hope you liked this opening to this lil love story. It would be really helpful to hear feedback so any comments would be amazingggggggggg. I'm so happy that I'm finally writing this story, I have been thinking about it for so long so putting my thoughts into an actual book is going to be an experiencee

Also the pic at the top is the two of themm together (a lil ps manipulationnnn) :)))))

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