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Idiots - Brian May Fanfiction

Imagine: Brian shows up at a party, not expecting to have any kind of fun until he meets you.

Warning[s]: Drinking, mentions of sex, implied sex, swearing.

Author’s Note: The y/n character in this gives herself a name but don’t worry, it’s still y/n.  She just does it for certain reasons…which will become clear soon.  She’s meant to be quirky so just go with it ;) Please let me know if you’d like a part 2!

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Brian’s POV

Here I was, dragged to another one of Fred’s parties.  Usually it was at a bar, but tonight he knew a friend that was hosting what was supposed to be a real bash.  So here we were.

Freddie immediately left my side when he saw someone he knew.  I don’t know why he even dragged me to these things if he was going to leave me alone.  I had asked John to come with me, knowing he’d probably be in the same boat (we were rather nervous blokes), but he declined with the excuse that he was tired.  And Roger…I didn’t even know where Roger was.  He vanished right after our gig, not even bothering to help pack up the van.

I stood awkwardly against a wall, watching the very active party in full swing.  It was a crowded house of drinkers, shouters, and dancers.  The music -Layla by Eric Clapton- was blaring in my ear.

Something caught my eye.  Across of the living room was a backyard.  Beyond the glass doors leading to it was a girl, casually leaning against a table just watching the partyers inside.  Because there was no one else I saw to talk to, and from a distance she looked pretty cute, I decided to go and talk to her.  I never go and just ‘talk to people’ unless I know them, but for some reason with this random girl I had only seen for a second, I felt like I could.

As I got closer, I noticed her dark blue jeans, grey tank top, and dark brown hair- a little frizzy around her shoulders.  Her brown eyes quizzically watched the people setting up a beer pong table in the living room.  As I walked towards her, they darted up to see that I was indeed going to come outside to join her in the backyard.

When I closed the door after entering, I tried to be casual about going up to her, and she wasn’t watching me anymore. Instead she stared at the ground. But a few seconds of standing there caused her to look up at me.  Her eyes questioned my presence, almost like what are you doing here?  It caught me a bit off guard.

“What are you doing here?” I spouted my thoughts.  Damn, did that ever sound awful.

She thought about it for a moment before saying, “Observing the idiots.”

Okay.  “Who’re the idiots”

“Are you one of them?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“Uh… I don’t know. You tell me.”

She sighed as she looked back to the people indoors, unaware of her presence.  “The idiots.  Well, pretty much everyone here.  They’ll party, drink their little hearts out.  Then, some of them, the young ones, will stumble into their parents’ house at 2 or 3am.  And the older, or, more lenient-parented, will go home with someone, and have sex. Well, maybe not at home but they will have sex.”  She looked at me.  “So are you one of them?”

I laughed awkwardly.  “Definitely not.”

She smirked.  “Then what’re you doing here?”

We smiled at her repetition of my initial question. “I’m here with a friend.”

“Oh, so, are you the driver?”

“No, he drove here, but I guess…I’m driving back,” I said at the sudden sight of Freddie through the glass doors, downing a drink.

“Ah.”

We were silent for a beat, and she casually looked away from me.  It seemed she didn’t like to keep eye contact for too long.  “So, how did you get here?” I asked.

She stared at me with a slight smile for a moment, like she was holding a secret.  “I live in this house.”

My eyes widened a little. I felt like I was intruding, touching private property.  “Really?”

“Yep.”

“You don’t seem like you approve of all this,” I said, gesturing to the mass of partying going on in front of us.

She simply shook her head.

“Well then…why did you throw a party?” I asked, thinking it was just to observe the idiots.

“I didn’t throw a party; my brother did. He’s kind of a jerk.”

“Do I know him?”

“Didn’t you say your friend dragged you here?” She was implying that I couldn’t possibly know him. It was true.  I would’ve known her if I knew her brother.  And right now I was wishing I had met her earlier.

I suppressed a grin, just nodding.  She seemed to be pretty smart.

“What’s your name?”

“Kelani.”

“That’s pretty.”

She stared at me with a glint in her eye.  She was pretty.  Without directly looking I noticed the slimness of her arms, collarbone and filled out hips, bare shoulders.  I was attracted to her personality already, but her appearance was nice too.

“Would you like a drink?” I offered.

She laughed, truly grinning for the first time.  Goodness was she ever gorgeous. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

I laughed.  “Oh, right.  Sorry.”

Her smile kept on, and I could tell she was thinking.  “’S’alright. You know what, I’m in the mood tonight. Just not in there.  Might as well forget things for one night.”

“Okay.  I’ll be right back.”

As I went to go get the drinks, my mind was racing.  That had not gone badly.  I only went up to her to avoid looking like a loner in all this crowd, but had met someone very interesting.

When I got back, Kelani took her drink from my hand.  “You didn’t put anything in it, did you?” she asked seriously.

“No,” I said seriously so she’d believe me.  Not that I was lying.

“Good.  Cheers.” She clinked my cup.

“What are we celebrating?”

“Not being idiots, I guess.”

We smiled and started sipping.

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Throughout the night we got more acquainted with each other.  I learned about her golden childhood, the way her mother used to make her breakfast in the morning, her love for contemporary art.  We talked about music - her favourite bands, my favourite bands (to which we both liked The Beatles), genres and past instruments played.  I asked her if she’d heard of a band called Queen, to which she sorrowfully declined.  I guess she hadn’t been to any college gigs recently, otherwise she might’ve seen us play.  It seemed she didn’t like crowds.  I kept my secret because as time passed, I felt myself becoming more comfortable around her presence.  I didn’t want her to know me for what fans knew me for.  I don’t know why…I just felt like without prior knowledge she was allowing me to be my true self.  Not that I didn’t appreciate the fans, just…it was different.

I was heated too from the attraction.  I was holding back from her.  Kelani didn’t talk like she was interested in a relationship, although sometimes she looked like she was.  And I wasn’t going to try to kiss her if she wasn’t attracted to me either.  After we finished our drinks, Kelani asked for another, which I obliged to.  I didn’t mind drinking if it was during a calm conversation.  Two drinks turned into three, and three turned into about six.  I suppose tonight she was going against her thoughts on drinking.

At some point we both noticed the party was winding down.  I didn’t even know what time it was; I only knew that the backyard light was holding out, that it was getting emptier in the house, and that we had had far too many drinks.  Also that Kelani was getting tipsy, needing to seriously hold herself upright with the table.

“I’m tired,” she said when it seemed like we had out-talked ourselves.  “Can you take me to my room?”

I didn’t know what to say, or what she was implying.  “Just to help me up the stairs,” she added, doe eyes under long lashes.

“Okay.”

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The feeling of warmth spread slowly across my face, and I peered my eyes open.  The sun had shone through the window onto the green walls and bed. I yawned, stretching a bit under the sheets.

Wait.  Green walls and…bed?!

I shot up, taking in my surroundings with wide eyes this time.  I was in a green bedroom, siting in a double bed, with a sheet over-   shit.  I wasn’t wearing any clothes.  I looked next to me to find Kelani, also sleeping under the sheets, presumably without clothes as well from the look of her bare shoulders.

Shit.  I wasn’t supposed to sleep with her.  She was talking about that last night.  But…it happened?

Panic started to fill my chest.  Without thinking, I got off her bed.  Like I was on autopilot I pulled on my clothes and darted out of her room, down the stairs, and out of the house.  Walking down the street I discovered Freddie’s car still parked on the curb.  Through the windows I noticed he was sprawled out in the backseat, dead asleep.  Without wondering why the heck he decided to sleep in there, I got into the driver’s seat, turned the ignition and drove away from the house.

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To be continued??!?!?!!