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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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Hope u liked itttt, sorry for the wait. Took a while due to chapter 1 deleting and me having to rewrite it all while writing this chapter. Won't happen again :))

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