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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 22
Iâm In Love With My Car
A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 22: Roger fights for his song to be on the album: Chelseaâs the only one who can calm him down. Melissa has something very important to tell John. Â
Word count:Â 4.4K oof
Warnings: Sooo we have some angst here, curse words then and there, some kissing and mentions of sexual intercourse and then fluff as always
A/N: Hey folks! This is another chapter in that line of experimentation we were telling you about. We hope you understood what weâre doing and that you appreciated it. Honestly, this was SO. FUN, to write! Hope you enjoy yourselves, lovesies đ and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!âđ
PS: Note that we took some artistic licences and we adapted some of the stories from Queenâs histories to what we imagine it could have happened. Itâs totally a product of our imagination, so donât take it as facts cause it isnât, folks. Love you.
Chelsea was quietly whistling with her back resting against the headboard of the bed, peacefully reading a book. She had her hair up in a messy bun and Rogerâs flannel was the only thing covering her body. When she turned the page to the new chapter, the bedroomâs door opened and her boyfriend made his entrance. He was wearing a white t-shirt and his black boxers and Chelsea noticed that he still had the towel behind his shoulders while his hair was still a bit wet.
Roger leaned down to give her a sweet kiss on the lips and when he pulled away they both smiled to each other. Chelseaâs eyes soon returned to the book and, after tossing the towel somewhere near the wardrobe, Roger joined her in bed. He leaned back on the mattress and looked up at her, before starting to play with the skin of her arm, caressing it and drawing on it distracted shapes.
âWhat exactly are you doing?â Chelsea asked him in a chuckle, as she stretched her arm over the nightstand to put there the book.
âNothing, just admiring how beautiful you lookâ Roger flirted, getting up to sit beside her. Chelsea rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. He hugged her and gently dragged her down with him on the mattress, covering both of their bodies with the blankets.
âWhy donât we buy a dog?â Chelsea asked staring at the ceiling, while she was caressing Rogerâs tummy and chest. He giggled.
âWe can. Why not?â he replied, already dreaming of her sitting next to the fireplace of their house with the dog snuggled on her lap. He smiled thinking about that and Chelsea noticed. She sustained herself on her elbow to look at Roger directly in the eyes.
âHas something happened that I donât know about?â a shiver of preoccupation ran through Rogerâs back; did she know about the wedding proposal? âI mean, youâre happier than usual and itâs been a while since we arguedâ Chelsea added and he relaxed his muscles, understanding she wasnât suspecting anything.
âFirst of all, Iâm happy because weâre finally going to live together. And, second of allâ saying this he rolled over Chelsea to place himself on top of her âI know why you want to argue, you little minx!â she smirked in response and Roger kissed her on the lips with no hesitation. Â Â
He was leaving a trail of sloppy, open mouthed kisses down her neck and between her breasts making her giggle, as she could feel his hair tickling the skin of her chest. He came up to meet her face and slowly drew circles on her cheek with his finger. Chelsea opened her lips a bit and, leaning her palms on the back of Rogerâs neck, she pulled him closer. It was a slow kiss, they felt like they had all the time in the world in that instant and they surely didnât want to quicken things up as they were enjoying that playful and sweet moment they were having. Outside the rain was pouring and a thunder was rumbling in the distance, creating a soft atmosphere mixed with the dim light of the room.
âI love you Roger Meddows Taylorâ Chelsea whispered on his lips. Roger smiled wider; he kissed her right cheek, then her left one before crashing his lips again against hers. He then let his head fall on Chelseaâs chest and she started striking his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her body.
âIf I hadnât already come into you an hour ago, this would be probably the best moment for a lazy and slow shagâ Chelsea slapped him on the shoulder making him laugh out loud as she almost screamed his name in surprise. He crossed his arms on her tummy and rested his chin between them to meet her gaze.
âIs it a problem for you if we donât use the coââ Chelsea cut him off, rolling her eyes.
âHow many times did you already ask me this question? No, itâs not a problem Rog. And no, Iâm not trying to persuade you to have a babyâ she said in a chanting voiceâs tone.
âOkay, okayâ Roger replied, leaning again on her body; he stayed in silence for just a few seconds though and Chelsea chuckled to herself, because she loved that childish side of Roger and loved when he was in the mood of talking about anything âIâve written an amazing song!â he proudly announced and tilted his head a little bit so that his blue eyes were looking directly into Chelseaâs brown ones.
âCanât wait to hear it, darlingâ she softly replied as she felt her eyes getting heavier. Roger noticed that she was falling asleep, so he came back to her side, kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to his chest, where Chelsea snuggled a few seconds before dozing off.
The arms of her boyfriend and the hushed sound of rain tapping on the window accompanied Chelsea through the night, but unluckily the morning wasnât as sweet and caring as the bedtime.
Loud knocks on the door woke her up, mixed with the rumble of a close thunder. She jumped on the bed and when she stretcher her arm over the other side of the mattress she just found the empty sheets: Roger wasnât there. She blinked once or twice before getting used to the grey light that was filling the room. Big clouds covered the sky and Chelsea rolled on the other side, sure that it was the perfect day to stay in bed, chilling between the blankets.
The knocks started again and Chelsea was sure she could hear Freddieâs squeaky voice calling her from behind the thick wall. She forced herself to get up and took her time to stretch her muscles as she left the bed; she put on her flip-flops, lazily walked towards the door and opened it wide with a deadly gaze in her eyes.
She didnât care if her hair was messy or if the flannel was barely reaching her thighs, she stood there with her arms crossed on the chest as she looked at Freddie directly in the eyes.
âWhat do you want?â a yawn left her lips with her words and she noticed that, rested on the wall of the hallway, Brian was standing there as well with his face hidden under his brown curls.
âGood morning darling. We donât have time for explanations, we need you downstairs. Nowâ Freddie announced, taking her wrist and dragging her outside the bedroom. Chelsea looked back at Brian who was silently following them and gave him an interrogative gaze. As a response he scrolled his shoulders and shook his head.
They soon reached the front door and Freddie opened it, but Chelsea stopped herself, causing Brian to softly crush against her.
âIâm practically naked and outside itâs bloody raining! Where the fuck are we going?â she almost shouted, stressed and confused.
âItâs a few water drops, love! And we only have to reach the barnâ Chelsea searched once again for Brianâs face, but when he was about to open his mouth, Freddie cut him off âand, as I told you, we need you. So letâs go chaps!â his fingers trapped her arms again and Chelsea found herself walking in the soaking grass under the pouring rain, dragged by Freddie and followed by a pissed and scuffed Brian, who was trying to protect his curly curls from the raindrops.
Chelsea hardly punched Freddieâs shoulder when they finally entered the barn, but when she was about to insult him her eyes saw the complete mess that was surrounding them.
The long, wooden counter in front of the little kitchen where they used to cook eggs and warm up the coffee was completely empty, since every plate, glass or piece of food was shattered on the floor. Next to it John, Mel, Chrissie and Mary were standing in a circle, talking with an animated tone and concerned faces. The worst thing was that the only one that was missing was Roger.
Chelsea immediately approached them.
âWhat happened here?â she asked in a rush, joining her friends.
âChel! Thank God youâre hereâ Mary started rubbing her arm, but John cut her off with so much attitude in his voice that Chelsea barely recognized him.
âYour boyfriend destroyed everything! And thatâs not even the whole thingâ Mel interrupted him and Chelsea felt like she was witnessing a tennis match, constantly turning her head from a face to another.
âHe was angry because the boys didnât want to put his song on the album and now-â
âWe donât want to put that song because itâs fucking ridiculous! Iâm not gonna ruin my fucking masterpiece with that shitty thing!â Freddieâs voice recalled everyoneâs attention and they all turned around to see that he was approaching them with Brian.
âLet me correct you, Fred, thatâs our masterpieceâ Brian intervened with a pissed tone.
In a moment they were all arguing and shouting at each otherâs faces. Chelsea looked at Chrissie that was as speechless as her; they shared a similar gaze, as the redhead shook her head in disappointment, massaging her temple with her right hand.
âEnough!â Chelsea shouted, and everyone immediately stopped with the quarrels and they look at her in silence; she recomposed herself before speaking up âI just want to know where the fuck is Roger nowâ a series of gazes flew in the air and they all nodded and shook their heads. Chelsea was confused, as she could tell they were all quite amused by her question and she couldnât understand why.
Brian pushed Freddie, who breathed heavily before walking closer to Chelsea. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them softly.
âDarlingâ dramatic pause, as if he needed the same air someone needs before jumping into a pool âyour boyfriend locked himself in the fucking cupboardâ the others giggled and Chelsea could see that John and Brian were struggling to contain the laughter.
âWhat?â it was the only thing that came out from Chelseaâs mouth, as she could feel the chuckles growing bigger in her chest. Without adding anything, Brian took her by the arm and guided her to the room right next, where they used to keep the food.
As they all stepped in, Chelsea noticed that the cupboard had been emptied and she started to seriously believe that Roger was there. The situation was starting to get funnier minute by minute.
âNow Roger, tell Chelsea that youâre in there so she will finally see what a fucking idiot you areâ Freddie screamed in front of the cupboard.
âYou fucking called her, you fucking prick!â Rogerâs voice squeaked from the inside and that was enough for Chelsea to let go as she started laughing out loud.
âBaby are you being serious?â she tried to say between the laughter, as she was pressing her hand on her tummy and wiping away a tear from her eye.
âYeah honey. Iâm sorry you had to witness this, but Iâm not going to give up. That song is so fucking amazing and theyâre just being assholesâ
âRoger, itâs a song about a carâ John said, crashing his palm on his forehead.
âAbout fucking a car, if I may addâ Chrissie commented chuckling.
âThatâs not true! What the fuck are you talking about?â Roger shouted and his voice came out raspier and he sounded like an angry Chihuahua. Chelsea covered her mouth trying not to laugh again.
âWith my hand on your grease gun?! Really?â Brian sighed, mocking Rogerâs voice. Mel and Mary were basically rolling on the floor.
âItâs a metaphor Brian!â Roger shouted again and probably hit the wooden door of the cupboard with his fist. Â
âOkay, okayâ Chelsea said between the giggles, as she waved her arms in the air to stop the âfightâ âjust give me five minutesâ she added and, with a slight movement of her head, she invited the others to exit the room.
When she was left alone, she turned around and faced the cupboard. She slowly walked towards hit and gently knocked on the door.
âRog, can you come out please?â Chelsea tried to resist, but a burst of small laughter left her lips.
âNo. At least not now that youâre laughing at meâ he whined like a child and made it harder for Chelsea to try to hold it on.
âOh câmon baby! Iâm laughing at you because youâre acting like a bloody childâ not hearing any response, she sighed out loud and took a few steps away âI canât believe you are like this! We finally reached a new kind of connection, weâre basicallyâ a married couple, her subconscious added, but she stopped, afraid that the word wedding would have driven Roger crazy; she cleared her throat before going on with her speech âI mean, weâve never been so close. And a moment later you lock yourself inside a fucking cupboard. Just when I thought you had become an adultâŚâ as she finished the sentence, she heard the wood squeaking behind her so she turned around to see Roger stepping out and that caused a new wave of laughter.
âI have a few questions, if you donât mind and if you fucking stop laughingâ Roger said between the chuckles as he walked towards Chelsea. She stood there with challenge written in her eyes and her arms crossed on her chest. He noticed that she was still wearing his flannel and that her hair was still moisty because of the rain.
Approaching her, he took off his own sweater and put it on her shoulders, hugging her tight in his arms as he covered her with both, his sweatshirt and his warm body.
âFirst of all, do you really think Iâm not mature? I mean, that Iâm a grown-up child?â Chelsea could feel his voice echoing in his chest while her ear was pressed there; she leaned her chin on his sternum to look up at him.
âRog, I love you because youâre a grown-up child. I only said that because I know you too well and I was sure you would have stepped outâ she sincerely smiled and he did the same.
âOkay, butâ and he placed his index finger on Chelseaâs lips because she was already trying to respond without letting him finish âwhy did you say we finally have a new connection? What does that even mean?â Roger mocked her tone and drew the quotation marks in the air with his fingers. Chelsea shook her head and placed her forehead on his chest.
âRogerâ she closed her eyes and sighed âI was talking about the fact that we finally have sex without the bloody condomâ she let her arms fall on her sides and Roger was left speechless. Then a little smirked slowly formed on his lips.
âBefore you start with your dirty jokes, let me tell you this: for me itâs a new kind of connection. Itâs something quite special, because youâve been the first one in that sense andâ Chelsea stopped for a minute; the idea of spending the rest of her life with Roger never left her mind since he took her to see their apartment, but she was kind of scared, not knowing if Roger felt the same about the whole letâs get married thing; she sighed and finished her sentence âI really hope youâll be also the last one. If you know what I meanâ Roger hands were rubbing her lower back and they both could feel the air starting to get more electric. But this time it wasnât lust or excitement, it was something different.
In those simple words, Roger found all the confidence he needed for his proposal and when he leaned down to kiss her he shivered under her touch. Chelsea noticed and smiled on his lips, pulling him closer by putting her hands behind his neck. They were so lost in their own little world that they didnât even hear Freddieâs coughs.
He turned around to look at the others with a shocked face, but as a response he just received some shouldersâ scrolls and hushed giggles. Freddie grunted and loudly cleared his throat.
âDo you need something? Maybe a bedroom? Not gonna say a condom since you donât use one anymoreâ he said and the couple immediately pulled away after his words left his mouth. Chelsea blushed while Rogerâs jaw clenched.
âWho gave you the right to just stay there and listen to our fucking private life?â the blond spitted, trying to get a step closer to Freddie, but Chelsea stopped him.
âRelax darling, I was just joking. I just would like to know if we are to expect something coming. Like a little monster thatâs half you and half Chelsea. Basically the devilâŚâ this time Chelsea laughed a little and Roger relaxed, finally smiling.
âWeâre too young to have a baby, Fred!â Chelsea commented, putting her arm behind Rogerâs back.
At those words Melâs heart started beating faster and she was sure someone had seen her shifting in on her feet and clenching her jaw. The others were starting to talk about Rogerâs song again, but the words came hushed and distant to her ears, as she found Chrissieâs eyes.
âNow!â the redhead mouthed and Melissa knew she was right.
She took the chance while everyone was deep into conversation to reach out with her hand to find Johnâs arm. She pulled the sleeve to his shirt, like a child would do with a parent and tried to contain her nervousness as she looked at him slowly turning towards her, a big smile on his face.
She tilted her head to the corridor, gesturing him to follow her and he did, the smile turning into grin. She dragged him by his sleeve out of the barn, under the now pouring rain and into the house, only to rest once they were in the living room and they had locked the door behind them.
As Melissa was turning on her heels after locking the door, Johnâs arms were already circling her from behind and he began to slowly kiss her neck.
She escaped from his grip, leaving him with a confused expression on his face âDid that bother youâŚ?â he cautiously asked.
âOh no honey,â she rushed to say âitâs just⌠I have to tell you something and I need to be completely on hold of myself to do thatâ
John furrowed his eyebrows âIs it something good or bad?â he asked leaning on the table behind him and crossing his arms on his chest.
You know what? I really donât knowâŚ
âIt dependsâŚâ she decided to say.
ââŚon what?â John was starting to feel worried about it. Melissa moved her eyes to the floor: on how youâre gonna take it, she thought.
âMel, youâre scaring me⌠Will you just tell me what the hell is going on?â
She puffed and started frantically walking up and down the room, rubbing the back of her head, until John grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him
âChrist, Mel youâre driving me crazy!â he blurted out as she stopped right in front of him and locked eyes with him: he could see the uncertainty inside her eyes.
Johnâs expression softened and he brought a hand to cup her cheek and rub it gently with his thumb. She leaned into his touch and raised her hand to take his off her face and slowly bring it down to her stomach.
She studied his face, as she brought his hand lower and lower until she placed it on the bump at the bottom of her belly: she thought of how much it had grown since she had realized she was pregnant and she rejoiced to herself on how good she had been at hiding it with everyone always snooping around in the house and even with John with whom she was actually sleeping every night.
Melissa watched Johnâs face changing expression, from confusion to wonder and to incredulity at last: his eyebrows unfurrowed and his lips parted slightly when the realization hit his head.
âYou⌠uhm⌠youâre,â he gulped and troubled to find the words and put together an actual sentence ââŚyou are?â he managed to say.
Melissa was looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. She nodded slightly. John still had his lips parted and he moved his eyes down to his hand, still resting on Melâs stomach: he moved it upward, dragging the edge of her loose shirt with it.
He felt a knot in his chest and tears threatening to fall at the sight of the bump he had surprisingly not noticed till then: how did I not notice? We sleep together every night and weâre always all over each other, he thought to himself.
He looked up, his lips curving into a smile, and he saw that Melissa was still looking down at where his hand was. He knelt down so that his face was right in front of her belly, wrapped his arms behind her thighs and placed a small kiss right under her belly button.
When he looked up again, he saw that a smile had crept up on her face, so he smiled back and left another kiss and then another and another, until he heard her giggling and felt her hand on his hair, brushing it gently.
What did I do to deserve you? Melissa thought to herself, brushing his hair lovingly and sniffling, tears already watering her eyes.
John tilted his head and got up swiftly to cup her face with his hands, wiping away some tears that had escaped her eyelashes.
He was smiling so fondly at her, Melissa thought she could have melted and burst into endless sobbing just by the look of love he was giving her. John had tears in his eyes as well and seeing her like that, made him so emotional he was forcing himself not to cry, but a tear escaped his hold and fell on his cheek.
That sent Mel over the edge and tears started streaming down her face. John hurried to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to his chest. He slowly lulled her, slightly rocking their bodies right and left, as tears of joy were escaping from his eyes.
He was going to be a father.
âYou know you must not cry, cause when you do I cry as wellâ Melissa muffled against his shirt, making him chuckle and sniffle.
âI know â I knowâ he hurried to say, his voice broken by the sniffles and the sighs âItâs all so overwhelming, darling, Iâm sorryâ he said, at last, bringing his hand up from her back to wipe away the tears and gain some control over his emotions.
âDonât be. Itâs a lot to take inâ she mumbled and her voice died down as those last words left her mouth.
He pulled back from the hug to look at the girl in the eyes âYou do not know how happy you made meâ he said with a smile.
He already knew he loved her deeply but that revelation only exponentially increased his love for her: they were going to start a family. Their own family. And even if they were young and it would have been frowned upon that they were having a child outside marriage, he didnât care. He loved Melissa with all his heart and in that moment he could not think of a single reason why that would have been a bad idea. Yeah, it was unexpected and certainly a huge responsibility, but he was so over the moon about it that the only thing he could do was picturing Melissa holding their child â that would have been nothing but gorgeous if they took anything from their mother - and smiling fondly at him.
Melissa looked up at him: he looked so precious and simply beautiful with wet cheeks and teary eyes that she would have wanted to remain hugged to him forever.
âSo youâre not mad at me?â she asked, her voice barely audible.
John furrowed âMad at you? Why should I, honey?â he asked before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.
That loving gesture made Melissa smile slightly âI figured youâd be mad for having not told you soonerâŚâ she admitted, looking away.
John studied her face âWell you could have told me sooner, but Iâm definitely not mad about itâ he smiled âBut why didnât you? I mean why didnât you tell me sooner?â
Melissa sighed looking up to him again âI â I was scared of your reaction.â
âWhat did you think would have happened? Me freaking out and leaving you alone?â he joked and when she looked down John realized he had scored.
âDo you not know me at all?â he asked between the amused and the hurt: how could she think he would have even considered leaving her?
Melissa was still avoiding his gaze âI do know you⌠But I wasnât sure, okay?â she puffed âGod I was so scared when they told me that I was pregnant Iââ she hesitated and lifted her eyes to meet his. She sighed â-I honestly didnât know what to doâŚâ
She was about to look down again, when John placed a hand on her chin to raise it and force her to lock eyes with him âYou should have come to meâ he said in a serious tone, probably the most serious Melissa had ever heard coming from him.
âYouâre rightâ she replied
He softened his expression âItâs okay, love. Iâm here nowâ he smiled and softly kissed her on the lips âIâm gonna take care of youâ
Melissa smiled back, sincerely relieved of having told him everything. In the back of her head she could hear her rational side, wondering what she would have done with him being away on tour during the oncoming fall, that roughly matched with her due date. She forced herself not to listen to that part of her mind, and focus on the moment.
She climbed on her tiptoes and kissed him gently and fondly.
When they parted John couldnât stop smiling and he placed his hand on the bottom of her belly while keeping his eyes locked with hers âWE are gonna handle it together, the three of usâ.
Melissa felt tears stinging the back of her eyes again âYou cannot say things like that when Iâm on the verge of crying every two minutes and a halfâ.
John chuckled and pulled her in for another hug âI love youâ he said, his chin resting on her head and his hand rubbing her back.
Melissa smiled against his chest âI love you tooâ.
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