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purpli-writes · 4 years ago

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Romance For The (Un)Lucky

Summary:

Makoto Naegi has caught the attention of several of his classmates.

Can help from Junko Enoshima help him catch the eye of the person he likes?

You can read it on AO3 here

Makoto was starting to discover that he had a problem with some of his classmates. It wasn’t anything huge, but it was starting to become noticeable.

As Junko had put it, “Damn, Makoto, you’re a total chick magnet.”

At first, he just stared at Junko confused. What did she even mean?

“Huh…?” Makoto had asked. “A ‘chick magnet’...? Junko, what are you talking about?”

“We believe that a certain Mukuro and Sayaka have a crush on thee,” Junko clarified.

“A crush on me…?” Makoto echoed. “Junko, I don’t really think that’s correct.”

“As a plebian, you might not be able to see it,” Junko continued. “But it is very clear that they’d bed you if given the chance.”

“‘Bed me…’? They would make me a bed…?” Makoto asked.

“You’re so fuckin’ oblivious Makoto that it’s actually kinda funny,” Junko said as she stuck out her tongue. “They’d fuck you until you died, is that any fuckin’ better?”

“H-huh…?!”

“C’mon Mac, you got two hot chicks trying to fuck you and you really haven’t noticed?!” Junko said. “Although there is that fuckin’ mysterious stalker chick if that’s your type.”

“You’re kidding, right…?”

“On the contrary,” Junko said, quickly changing her hair into a ponytail. “From my calculations, the chance of any of them accepting your confession is one hundred percent.”

“Of course, also from my calculations,” Junko continued. “You’re very unlikely to confess to any of them.”

“Because someone else has caught your eye,” Junko finished.

“H-how do you know about that…?!” Makoto asked as Junko smiled.

“Because you’re painfully obvious, silly!” Junko said, making her voice higher pitched. “It’s that Izuru Kamukura guy right?”

“N-no, that’s wrong…!” Makoto objected. “There’s no one who I’d currently date…!”

“Makoto, you’re in lovesy-dovesy with an upper-classman,” Junko said. “There’s no shame in admitting that, ya know!”

“H-hey, don’t go saying that so loud!”

“So it is true, right?” Junko asked. “If so, when are you gonna make your move…? There’s no way a guy like that can stay waiting forever.”

“I don’t even really know him,” Makoto admitted. “The way the school treats him like some sort of secret…”

“Admittedly, that does pose a problem,” Junko said, putting on glasses. “Apparently, we aren’t supposed to know about him.”

“We aren’t…?”

“Correct,” Junko said. “Although, this school isn’t the best at keeping secrets, as you can tell.”

“Then how am I supposed to talk to him…?” Makoto asked. “There’s no way they’d let me near him.”

“This does seem pretty hopeless…” Junko said, looking sad. “How are you supposed to confess your love when he’s guarded…?”

“It’s not love…!” Makoto protested. “I just want to get to know him more…!”

“What’s even worse,” Junko said. “Is that you won’t even admit you’re in love with him because there’s no hope… That makes me sad.”

“Wait, how do you know about Izuru Kamukura, anyways?” Makoto asked, trying to change the subject. “Isn’t he supposed to be a ‘secret’?”

“That would be kinda concerning, wouldn’t it?” Junko asked, putting her hands over her chin. “Of course the truth is that they aren’t good at hiding documents so I just took a peek!”

“Plus, everyone’s seen him anyways, right?” Junko asked. “So there’s really no point in saying that he was actually hidden.”

“So you stole documents…?”

“I put them back, eventually!” Junko said. “But that doesn’t matter right now, we’re trying to set up your dream date, silly!”

“Wait, if we’ve seen him before… couldn’t we just try to catch him somewhere?” Makoto asked. “It’s probably a lot safer than us trying to sneak into wherever they keep him.”

“You’re right,” Junko said, putting her hand over her face. “Although that does sound like too much work trying to track him down…”

“Too much work…?” Makoto asked. “He has to go to some overlapping places, right?”

“Maybe,” Junko said. “But isn’t it just boring waiting for someone to just appear?”

“I can do it by myself.”

“Now that is the spirit we like to see,” Junko said, putting on a crown. “Of course we have noticed that he does have some places he likes to visit.”

“Of course we can tell you,” Junko said. “For a price, that is.”

“A price…?” Makoto asked. “What could I offer you…?”

“You must tell Mukuro that you just want to be friends with her,” Junko said. “There is no need for thee to lead her on.”

“Is that it…?”

“Of course that’s fuckin’ it, it’d be a huge weight off my damn back!” Junko said, crossing her arms over her chest. “So if you fuckin’ agree, I’ll tell you where Izuru’s most likely to be, capiche?”

“Yeah,” Makoto said. “Of course!”

“He’s probably loitering by the fountain, like some fuckin’ nerd,” Junko said. “Now go catch your fuckin’ man or whatever.”

“Thanks, Junko,” Makoto said as he went off towards the fountain.

Junko wasn’t wrong. Izuru was by the fountain although it looked like he was walking away.

“Izuru!” Makoto yelled, trying to catch up to him.

Surprisingly, Izuru stopped and waited for Makoto to catch up with him.

“Makoto,” Izuru began. “What do you want?”

“H-huh…? I just want to talk…?”

“Hm,” Izuru said. “I suppose you have something interesting you want to say, then?”

Before Makoto could begin to speak, a loud noise interrupted him.

“Makoto!” Sayaka yelled. “Where have you been…?!”

“Yeah!” Mukuro yelled as she got out of the fountain. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

“Sayaka and Mukuro…?” Makoto said. “Wait, Mukuro, were you in the fountain…?!”

“That’s what they were doing then,” Izuru said. “How boring.”

“Boring…? Wait, they’ve been here the whole time…?!” Makoto asked.

“Junko told us you were bound to come here,” Sayaka explained as she walked closer to Makoto. “So all we had to do is wait.”

“That still doesn’t explain why Mukuro was in the fountain…!”

“Sometimes you need to take desperate measures to hide,” Mukuro said. “Although I was wondering if you were ever going to come.”

“I mean, what were you guys even waiting for…?” Makoto asked. “Is it something about class?”

Sayaka and Mukuro only stared at him blankly, which he would’ve been able to take more seriously if Mukuro wasn’t soaking wet.

“So you didn’t have anything planned?” Sayaka asked, staring at Makoto intently. “Nothing at all?”

“No…?” Makoto answered. “Not that I know of, anyway.” Sayaka and Mukuro just continued to stare at Makoto.

“It seems our information was wrong,” Mukuro said suddenly. “We’ll be seeing you later, Makoto.”

“Yep!” Sayaka said quickly. “Don’t have too much fun without us, alright?”

Makoto just nodded as Sayaka and Mukuro left.

Somehow they looked disappointed, but Makoto wasn’t sure why.

“That was boring,” Izuru commented.

“I don’t even understand what happened,” Makoto admitted. “Why were they waiting here for me…?”

“Because they were told to,” Izuru said. “They admitted that much.”

“Yeah,” Makoto admitted. “But there has to be more of a reason, right?”

“If you’re going to wonder about that,” Izuru said, beginning to walk away. “You can do it without me.”

“H-hey, wait…!” Makoto yelled, catching up to Izuru. “That’s not why I came here, I wasn’t even expecting them!”

“Then what did you come here for?” Izuru asked. “To talk about the weather?”

“No,” Makoto said. “I just want to get to know you more, is that a crime…?”

Izuru stopped suddenly, looking down at Makoto.

“You want to get to know me…” Izuru said. “Instead of dealing with your other classmates?”

“Dealing with my other classmates…?” Makoto asked. “You mean, like, hanging out with them?”

“That is the same thing,” Izuru said. “There’s no point in our socialization, we would never see each other.”

“That’s not true!” Makoto objected. “I pass by you all the time!”

“During school hours,” Izuru corrected. “And your hall monitor classmate would never allow you to loiter.”

“H-hey, that’s not fair!” Makoto said. “I could make an effort!”

“Why are you so insulted over my comment?” Izuru asked. “It’s not as if I’m wrong.”

“I mean technically, you’re not…” Makoto began. “But becoming friends with someone means making an effort!”

“An effort to get into trouble?”

“No, an effort to get to know you!” Makoto said. “Sometimes getting into trouble is worth the reward.”

“It seems more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Huh…?” Makoto asked. “Friends are worth it!”

“Wait…” Makoto said as realization dawned on him. “You do have friends, right…?”

“Friendships are boring,” Izuru said. “There is no point in making them.”

“W-what…?!” Makoto yelled. “Of course there is!”

“Just because you find them worth the effort,” Izuru said. “Doesn’t mean that they are.”

“That doesn’t make any sense…!” Makoto said. “It’s human nature to want friends!”

“That doesn’t change the fact that friendships are boring,” Izuru said. “There’s no variance in friendships.”

“No, that’s wrong!” Makoto yelled. “And I’ll prove it!”

“How so?” Izuru asked. “All of your friendships are undeniably boring.”

“I’ll prove it by becoming your friend!” Makoto said. “That’ll prove you wrong!”

“Fine,” Izuru said.

“H-huh…?”

“I agreed.”

“O-of course you did…!” Makoto said. “I didn’t doubt that you would for a moment.”

“So what is your plan?” Izuru asked. “Assuming you have one.”

“T-tomorrow,” Makoto began. “Tomorrow we’ll meet at the same place and then we’ll go to my dorm.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to meet at your dorm?”

“Yeah well… meeting here gives us more time to talk,” Makoto said. “And friendship is built on communication…!”

“Very well,” Izuru said. “We’ll meet here tomorrow at the same time.”

Makoto nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Izuru walked off and Makoto walked back near the dorms.

“So, Makoto!” Junko said, intercepting him. “Did your love story with Izuru Kamukura work out?”

“Well actually…” Makoto began, as he explained his current situation to Junko.

“Wow Makoto, you fuckin’ friend-zoned yourself?” Junko asked, putting her tongue out. “Man you’re fucking hopeless…!”

“I know…” Makoto said. “But at least I’ll get to know him…?”

“What the fuck are you even expecting from him?” Junko asked. “I mean really, you probably should’ve just taken Sayaka or Mukuro at this fuckin’ rate.”

“I can’t give up now,” Makoto said. “At the very least I want to become friends with him!”

“The chances of you being able to keep your feelings hidden are low,” Junko said as she put on glasses. “I do hope you are aware of that.”

“It’ll be fine!” Makoto said. “I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Apparently, as Makoto was quick to discover, his luck was quick to test the worst possible outcome.

His teachers had all decided to make today pop quiz day and Makoto was poorly prepared.

Afterward, he spilled his lunch and by the time he had cleaned himself up, there was no time left to eat.

Overall, Makoto would rate his day poorly.

At least he had Izuru to look forward to.

“Makoto,” Sayaka said, walking up to him while he was beginning to pack up. “Do you have anything planned for today?”

“Huh…?” Makoto said. “I do, yeah.”

“Oh,” Sayaka said. “Is it with Mukuro?”

“No…?”

“Oh, that’s good!” Sayaka said as she started to smile. “I hope you enjoy your plans, then!”

Makoto smiled at Sayaka as she left.

Alright, Makoto thought. Operation: Become Friends with Izuru Kamukura starts now!

“Makoto,” Izuru said as Makoto walked up to the fountain. “You’ve arrived.”

“Yep!” Makoto replied. “Good thing neither of us forgot, huh?”

“Does that happen often to you?”

“You mean, someone forgetting a hangout…?” Makoto asked. “No, not really.”

Izuru just stared at Makoto.

“Anyways, let’s go to my dorm,” Makoto said. “And maybe try to avoid my classmates along the way.”

“Did something happen with them?”

“Not really,” Makoto began. “But recently my two classmates Sayaka and Mukuro, you met them yesterday, have been acting a bit weird.”

“Junko said that they want to date me, but…” Makoto continued.

“You don’t want to date them, then?” Izuru asked. “Your love triangle situation seems awfully boring.”

“It’s not that I wouldn’t date them,” Makoto replied. “I just want to try dating someone else first.”

“Someone else…” Izuru repeated. “Then why aren’t you hanging out with them, instead?”

“H-huh…?” Makoto said. “What do you mean…?”

“Why are you wasting time with someone else when you could be spending time with them?” Izuru asked. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe not,” Makoto admitted. “But I already know I don’t have a chance with them.”

“So I’d rather get to know you instead,” Makoto continued. “Instead of chasing a dream about a relationship that probably isn’t going to happen.”

“You have a poor self-image,” Izuru commented. “Much like that other lucky student.”

“A poor self-image…?” Makoto echoed. “I just think in cases like this it’s better to be realistic about it.”

“If someone else came up to you and asked for advice about the same situation,” Izuru began. “What would you tell them to do?” “Well, obviously I’d say that they should go for it!” Makoto said. “I mean, they only have one shot, right?”

“My point exactly.”

“H-huh…?! Hey, wait…”

“We’re at your dorm,” Izuru said, changing the subject.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right,” Makoto said, unlocking his dorm and letting Izuru in.

“You haven’t decorated,” Izuru commented.

“No,” Makoto admitted. “There’s not much I’d really put in here, anyway.”

“You have no interests?”

“Nothing that isn’t popular, no,” Makoto said. “Plus this place isn’t really mine, right? I wouldn’t want anything to break in here and then have to pay.”

“Aren’t you the Ultimate Lucky Student?” Izuru asked. “Would something break without you attempting to break it?”

“Not really,” Makoto began to explain. “My luck is sort of a fluke, it’s actually more bad than good.”

“Interesting,” Izuru admitted.

After hanging out with Izuru for a while, it was obvious Izuru had to go back to wherever Hope’s Peak was keeping him.

“We’ll speak to each other tomorrow,” Makoto said. “But I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

“There’s not much they can do against me,” Izuru said.

“Huh…?” Makoto said. “Couldn’t they punish you for breaking the rules?”

“No,” was all that Izuru responded.

Still, Izuru left before anyone could make a complaint.

He’s weird , Makoto thought. There’s something odd about his situation, although I guess it isn’t my place to judge…

When school let out the next day, Makoto was stopped by Kyoko.

“I see you’ve been hanging out with new people, Makoto,” Kyoko said, crossing her arms. “Are you sure you’re making a wise decision?”

“Are you talking about Izuru…?” Makoto asked.

“Just be careful with him,” Kyoko said. “From what I can tell about him, Hope’s Peak is keeping him a secret for a reason.”

“I’ll be fine,” Makoto said smiling at her. “He’s just another classmate, anyways.”

“Are you so sure?” Kyoko asked. “Do you know anything about him?”

“Yeah,” Makoto said. “Kyoko, I promise I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so,” Kyoko said, moving out of Makoto’s way. “Just keep your guard up.”

Makoto made his way to the fountain once more.

“You’re late,” Izuru said.

“One of my classmates held me up,” Makoto said as he scratched his cheek. “She’s worried about me.”

Izuru said nothing and Makoto laughed awkwardly.

“Anyways, let’s just head to my dorm,” Makoto said. “I’m sure she means well.”

After hanging out with Izuru for a week, Makoto could only be sure of one thing.

He wasn’t any closer to Izuru Kamukura. Not even by an inch.

“What are you waiting for?” Junko had asked him. “You’ve known him for a week, which is a boring time for nothing to be happening…”

He had no answer for her, and she knew that.

Changing her appearance quickly, she had put on her glasses once more. “Your best bet is to ask him out now, Makoto.”

“You’d be surprised at the odds,” Junko had advised him. “Just go with your heart or whatever you feel is right.”

“Izuru,” Makoto began, much like the same way they had first talked. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

Izuru stared at him with unreadable eyes.

“Remember that person I wanted to ask out?” Makoto asked. “Well, I think I’m finally going to do it.”

“Is that so?” Izuru asked. “And why are you telling me this?”

“Because…” Makoto began. “That person is you.”

Izuru for once looked a bit surprised before it was quickly masked up.

After Izuru didn’t respond, Makoto started to freak out.

“I mean, this doesn’t have to change anything about our relationship…!” Makoto said quickly. “I mean we can still be friends…!”

“How quickly you lose your calm,” Izuru said. “It’s almost amusing.”

“H-huh…? What do you mean…?”

“I was wrong in my original judgment of you, Makoto Naegi,” Izuru said. “I do believe we should at least attempt a romantic relationship.”

“Um…!”

“Of course, most partners kiss each other, correct?”

“K-kiss…?!” Makoto asked. “Um… that’s a bit…”

“Ahem,” Makoto said. “It’s a bit too soon to kiss, Izuru…”

“Oh,” is all Izuru said.

From a far distance, two girls watched in horror as Makoto Naegi and Izuru Kamukura officially started dating.

“There’s no way,” Sayaka hissed. “There’s no way they’re getting together.”

“Maybe we could both take Izuru down,” Mukuro offered. “We can split Makoto that way.”

From an even farther distance, two girls watched in both amusement and sadness.

“It’s kinda a shame Makoto and Izuru got together, huh?” Junko asked in a high pitched voice.

“Maybe it’s for the better,” Kyoko said. “They might be able to balance each other out.”

“That’s so sweet of you to say, Kyoko,” Junko said. “I’m just really interested to see how this plays out…!”

#kamuegi week #non despair au #kamuegi #makoto naegi #izuru kamukura

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riga789 · 7 years ago

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Complicated Mating Rituals

Work on chapter 8 of Won't You Dance With Me is in progress. Meanwhile, here's something else that's been sitting in my WIP folder for a while that should probably see the light of day.

Summary: Zay has been watching the pining and angst-filled drama between Maya and Lucas play out for three years. And though he’s generally a sucker for slow-burn romances, he has to admit it’s infinitely more frustrating in real life than it is in books or TV shows or movies.

In which Zay is sick of watching Lucas and Maya dance around each other, and wants to do something about it. But Smackle counsels patience and non-interference.

Meanwhile, there's one love life he didn't foresee popping into existence: his own.

Read on ao3 | ff.net

It’s the summer before junior year, and Maya, Lucas, Zay, Smackle, and Farkle are spending the last couple of weeks of their holidays at Farkle’s parents’ beach house in the Hamptons. Riley and the entire Matthews clan are vacationing in Maui, and Mr. and Mrs. Minkus are in Europe. So it’s just the five of them in the huge oceanfront mansion that has more than ten bedrooms, breathtaking views from every window, balcony, and porch, and a private beach.

In the week that they’ve been here, they have taken full advantage of the house and its amenities. They’ve devoted most of their days to the beach, lazing on deck chairs under big blue and white striped umbrellas or swimming in the sea, returning to the house for big, wholesome lunches made by the housekeeper-cook, Mrs. Grady (whose husband is the butler. The Gradys are the live-in caretakers at the beach house, and their chaperones for the duration of this vacation.).

The five of them have played video games, pool (where Maya kicked everyone’s collective butts), binge-watched TV shows and marathoned movies, tried their hand at tennis, relaxed by the swimming pool, and gone for midnight walks on the beach. Smackle has spent nearly all her non-group time in the library, Maya is on a mission to draw, sketch, paint, and photograph every view from the house, and Lucas, Zay and Farkle are halfway through a prolonged game of CoD involving a zombie invasion.

It’s exactly what they need: a nice, relaxing, uneventful holiday before the madness of school, classes, and extracurricular activities takes over their lives again for the rest of the year.

At least, it should have been a nice, relaxing, uneventful holiday. So far, for Zay, it’s been anything but. And it’s all thanks to his two best friends, Maya and Lucas.

Zay is usually pretty patient when it comes to his friends. He’s content to sit back and watch the shenanigans ensue, the drama unfold — and there’s no dearth of either with his group, especially when Riley is around. It actually makes for quality entertainment.

But he has been watching this pining and angst-filled drama between Maya and Lucas play out for three years. And though he’s generally a sucker for slow-burn romances, he has to admit it’s infinitely more frustrating in real life than it is in books or TV shows or movies.

So Zay is fed up. He can’t take it anymore. He’s reached the end of his tether. It makes him want to tear his hair out.

“You have mentioned that,” Isadora says, not looking up from the brick-thick book in her lap. “Fourteen times in the last nine minutes and forty seven seconds.”

They are in Mr. Minkus’s study/library, where Isadora ensconced herself a little while ago, and Zay came looking for her to vent his frustration after witnessing yet another bout of stare-at-them-longingly-but-look-away-before-they-catch-you-looking between Lucas and Maya.

Zay has spent quite a lot of time with Smackle in the recent weeks, especially after they arrived in the Hamptons. It’s mainly because Maya and Lucas are being Maya and Lucas, and Farkle is spending a lot of time by himself watching space documentaries. (Zay thinks this is because Farkle misses Riley, with whom he had some sort of a fight before she left for Maui, and now he’s feeling sorry about the fight and sorrier for himself because he and Riley aren’t exactly talking, while she and Maya call and text each other all the time.) In short, Isadora is the only sane one around, not to mention she’s quirky and funny and has a great sense of humour. Zay has always got along well with her, and lately they seem to be getting along like a house on fire, so he’s not complaining.

She looks at him and raises an eyebrow, and he realizes he’s been staring at her. He quickly looks away, thanking his stars that his blush doesn’t show on his skin, (though he’s not sure why he’s blushing), and returns to the topic of his pique: Maya and Lucas.

“That’s because it’s true!” He exclaims a tad dramatically. He stops his circular pacing around Mr. Minkus’s desk and chair (currently occupied by Smackle) to stand and gaze out of the large window behind her.

It’s drizzling outside — it’s been raining for the past couple of days — and after being cooped together indoors for so long, everyone has wandered off to spend the afternoon by themselves as they please. Which Zay is fervently thankful for because he doesn’t think he can handle another minute of Maya and Lucas’s charged silences and tense faces.

“I just can’t see them hurting like this anymore,” he says. “All I’m saying is we should lock them together in the pantry, or in a closet or something — god knows there’s enough of those in this house! — and not let them out until they tell each other how they feel.”

Giving up on getting any peaceful reading done when Zay is so worked up, Smackle sighs and closes the book, leaving her finger in between to mark her page.

“Did you know that when researchers, documentary filmmakers, and wildlife photographers study a natural habitat, they are not supposed to interfere or influence the flora and fauna? They must only observe the manner in which the subjects function and interact, because the deliberate introduction of any external factor will cause a change in their natural response — their normal behaviour — to the situation.”

Zay turns around to face her, hiding a smile. Trust Isadora Smackle to use a science analogy to present her argument. “Don’t you think the natural response of our fauna so far has only been to fuck up their situation worse?”

“They have had a significant amount of external assistance,” she reminds him. “I am sure you are aware, even if you were not present, that on New Year’s in eighth grade my former arch-lovesis and once again platonic arch-nemesis decided he knew the correct solution to the triangle based on the value of only one side, with complete disregard for the values — the feelings — of the other two sides of the triangle when he announced that Riley still liked Lucas.”

Zay winces at the memory of Lucas recounting that night to him. Well intentioned or not, that was definitely a pretty bad fuck-up on Farkle’s part.

“Or Riley insisting that Maya only liked Lucas because she had ‘become Riley’,” Smackle continues, curling her fingers to make air quotes.

There’s no missing the sarcasm in her tone.

“And that putting Maya ‘back in her place’—” (more sarcasm and more air quotes) “—would automatically solve the triangle problem. As a straight A student, Riley should have been aware that such a hypothesis has no logic, and no basis in fact and reality. No individual can become another person. Such a phenomenon is scientifically impossible, even when the individual is cloned, in which case they would be genetically identical but still different individuals. And Maya and Riley have zero genetic similarities. Of course, the only solution to the triangle Riley would have accepted back then was where Lucas chose her and not Maya. And since she correctly perceived that was an unlikely possibility, her brain constructed such an absurd theory.”

Zay has to really concentrate to follow what Isadora’s saying, but when he works it out, he has to admit she has a point. But— “Actions and problems based on human emotions don’t always have clear scientific solutions like a math or a physics problem, sugar,” he says gently.

“I am aware of that,” she replies. “Science does not dictate feelings. Emotions cannot be quantified into scientific equations. I am learning that more and more from you guys every day. But neither Farkle’s nor Riley’s actions in those two instances were correct, Isaiah. You do not disagree with me on that, do you?”

“No,” Zay admits.

“Which is why non-interference is our best and most favourable course of action.”

Izzy is right. Farkle and Riley’s meddling has caused enough trouble for Maya and Lucas in the past. And as much as Zay wants to lock Maya and Lucas together in a small confined space until they confess their feelings for each other, he knows it’s not the right thing to do.

Smackle pats his hand. “I am aware that this frustrates you. But just think of it as observing a complicated mating ritual. That is what I do.”

Zay snorts in laughter at the image her words create. But then he notices her tapping her finger on the iPad she carries everywhere to make notes and record observations, and suddenly he isn’t sure she meant that as a joke. And he’s even more unnerved by the fact that he finds the idea of Izzy carefully documenting their friends’ behaviour quirky and endearing rather than weird (and maybe a little creepy). He briefly wonders if she has a file on him too, and what it might say. Deciding he doesn’t really want to examine that line of thought right now, he turns his thoughts back to the more immediate matter at hand: Maya and Lucas.

It’s just difficult for him not to meddle, he thinks as he starts pacing around the desk and Smackle’s chair again, because he’s the only one who knows both sides of the story. He knows why Maya believes Lucas doesn’t have feelings for her, that he only likes her as a friend (all thanks to some carelessly thrown around words during their ski lodge trip back in freshman year). And he’s quite familiar with Lucas’s constant refusals (that usually have nothing to do with whatever topic they happen to be discussing at that moment) to tell Maya how he feels about her because he firmly believes “she doesn’t like me like that anymore, Zay”. No one can fault him for wanting to get his dumb-dumb friends together once and for all.

But he can’t say or do a thing because both Lucas and Maya made him promise not to tell anyone, especially Maya and especially Lucas, that they still have feelings for the other person. (On the same evening, at the same event, no less: the sophomore year school dance. But that’s another story.)

Since both of them had threatened him with bodily harm — Lucas had gone as far as to threaten to throw him into Tombstone’s enclosure, but Maya’s chilling “You won’t know what hit you, Babineaux!” was far more effective — Zay had agreed to keep his mouth shut even though it’s killing him. (Though he’s quite offended that they think he can’t keep a secret!)

He’s pretty sure the need for secrecy is redundant, though.

For one, neither Lucas nor Maya are anywhere near as successful at hiding their feelings for each other as they think they are. In fact, the only ones supposedly oblivious to the other one’s feelings are Lucas and Maya themselves. Even Mr. and Mrs. Grady, the live-in caretakers of Farkle’s beach house, have asked Zay whether Maya and Lucas are dating because of their constant flirty banter and all the not-so-secret glances.

And neither of their two genius friends can have missed the way Lucas’s jaw dropped when he saw Maya in a swimsuit on their first day at the beach. (And pretty much every other time after that.) Zay had to nudge his best friend to stop him from being so obvious. “Put your eyes back in your head, buddy.”

Lucas had snapped out of his daze. “I’m not staring at Maya.”

“Never said who you were staring at,” Zay smirked. “Also, close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.”

(He hopes no one noticed that he had pretty much the same reaction earlier when he first saw Smackle in that green bathing suit!)

A couple of afternoons later, they’d ended up watching The Longest Ride (okay, Zay had deliberately picked that movie when it had been his turn to choose). It hadn’t exactly worked the way he’d imagined, though. Instead of seeing themselves in the characters of Sophia and Luke, having an epiphany, and confessing their feelings for each other, Maya sat through most of the movie stony-faced while Lucas couldn’t stop fidgeting and glancing at her every two seconds.

But despite his subtle meddling (he can’t help himself! And yes, it was subtle!), Zay knows Maya and Lucas need to figure this out on their own. More importantly, they need to want to be together of their own free will, and want it enough to actively work towards it.

Or more accurately, as Zay sees it, this is mostly up to Lucas, since he was the one who screwed up by telling Maya at the ski lodge that he didn’t like that they tangled without clarifying what he really meant, leaving Maya under the mistaken impression that she’d misunderstood his feelings for her.

Maya isn’t going to believe Lucas still likes her — more than likes her, since by now Zay’s convinced his best friend is more than halfway in love with her — unless she hears and sees it from Lucas himself.

The worst part of Lucas and Maya’s refusal to declare their feelings for each other is the resulting unresolved sexual tension. It usually takes the form of relentless teasing and bantering, but sometimes escalates to sudden, heated fights, like the one they had just a couple of days ago.

Maya made a passing remark about one of Josh Matthews’ college friends being dreamy, which pissed Lucas off enough to make a snarky comment about it. (Lucas’s severe dislike of Josh — despite Maya being well and truly over him — is no secret.) This made Maya snap at him about how it wasn’t any of his business who she liked and to keep his opinions to himself.

Instead of wisely shutting up and changing the subject, (because Lucas is rarely wise when it involves Maya and his feelings for her), Lucas defended himself by claiming he was only looking out for her, which made Maya really blow up. She’d stormed out of the room, but not before informing him that she neither needed nor cared for his protection, and that he could shove it you know where, leaving behind an enraged Lucas, a resigned Zay, two awkward geniuses, and a ringing silence.

Smackle and Farkle had both showed no outward reactions. But Zay noticed that while Farkle had looked on with narrowed eyes, as if he was trying to solve a puzzling problem, Isadora had watched them closely, as if she was observing a science experiment.

That’s when he’d also realized that Isadora’s eyes are really beautiful and mesmerising, the deep, dark brown colour of chocolate brownies. And she has really pretty hair, like a river of the melted chocolate that Grandma Gandy uses while making his favourite cookies. But he should probably stop comparing her features to chocolate because it’s making him hungry.

Smackle’s voice interrupts Zay’s wandering thoughts. “Aha!” she exclaims, staring out of the window behind the desk, which overlooks the courtyard with the swimming pool. “Looks like you will not have to wait much longer after all, Isaiah!”

Zay scrambles around the table to join Izzy, whose face is pressed against the glass. There, standing by the edge of the pool and carrying a giant red umbrella, is Maya. And facing her, unbothered by the soft, misty drizzle, is Lucas.

Thanks to the drizzle, and the study/library being a floor above, Zay and Smackle can’t see Maya or Lucas’s faces very clearly. But the scowl on Maya’s face and the smirk on Lucas’s lips are unmistakeable. Because of the fixed window, the two watchers can’t hear a word of the conversation below either, but whatever Maya says makes Lucas smirk even wider.

Zay knows his best friend, he knows exactly why Lucas is radiating such smug satisfaction.

After their fight, Maya has cold-shouldered Lucas as much as possible. She hasn’t avoided his presence or ignored him outright, but she hasn’t spoken to him directly for two whole days, and Zay knows it’s making him miserable.

Confronting her like this, alone and outside in the rain where she can’t ignore him, is Lucas’s way of trying to get her to acknowledge him, to speak to him. The smug smirk plastered across his face is because he’s succeeded in getting her undivided attention. Plus, Maya seems irritated, which means she’s not unaffected by him. Which is why the smirk is wider.

Zay wants to hide his face behind his hands — he knows goading Maya into reacting can’t end well for Lucas. But he can’t not watch.

Lucas takes a step closer to Maya, and then another.

Zay holds his breath, and suddenly becomes aware that he and Isadora are clutching each other’s fingers. Her hand is small in his, but her grip is firm. He is completely distracted for a moment by how nice it feels, how soft her palm is. And he’s suddenly worried that his own hand is sweaty.

But just as he’s trying to decide what to do, how to react, to think around the way his heart is beating madly fast in his ears, Smackle lets out a huff of frustration. Zay quickly looks out of the window to see that Maya has shifted her hold on the umbrella, angling it in such a way that her and Lucas’s faces and the top halves of their bodies are hidden behind it. He swears (a little louder than he means to; Izzy’s hand is still gripping his, and he’s nervous), cursing the umbrella for obstructing their view.

They can’t really tell what’s going on now. All they can see are Lucas and Maya’s feet. When Lucas’s feet move another step closer to Maya’s, so that the owners of the said pairs of feet are almost standing toe to toe, Smackle lets out an extremely un-Smackle-like squeal that exactly mirrors Zay’s giddy excitement. Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! he wants to yell.

Instead, there’s a blur of motion, a flurry of action. Before they can comprehend what’s happening, there’s a loud splash as Lucas falls into the pool. Maya drops the umbrella and takes off in the opposite direction.

The two watchers just stare.

“Well,” Smackle says, releasing his hand.

Zay watches anxiously (and tries not to think about how he misses holding her hand), relaxing when his best friend surfaces, his hair streaming with water and plastered to his head, while Smackle presses her face to the window pane to follow Maya’s flight. She sees Maya head for one of the doors that leads back inside the house before turning her attention to the sight of a dripping Lucas as he emerges from the pool.

Zay notices her expression, and feels a sudden streak of pure irritation surge through him. “Will you stop ogling at him! You’ve seen him shirtless several times already!”

Smackle looks at him as if she’s pitying his intelligence. “Why would I deprive myself of such an appealing sight, regardless of how many instances I have witnessed it before? And why does it bother you anyway?”

Zay has no answer except that, for some reason, it does bother him. So he just grumbles as he leaves the room.

*****************

Zay finds Lucas in the bathroom of the room they share. He’s changed out of his wet clothes, but is yet to put on a t-shirt. He’s sat on the edge of the bathtub, drying his hair with a towel, scowling at the floor.

“Must you wander around shirtless?” Zay asks, exasperated.

“I didn’t know the sight of my bare chest affected you so much,” Lucas deadpans.

“Har har.” Everybody’s a comedian, Zay thinks. “That was just to warn you. You’re the one who complains when Smackle flirts with you.”

“Why does it sound like you’re more bothered by that than I am?”

“Pfft I’m not bothered. Why would I be bothered by Smackle flirting with you? She’s been doing it since before I moved to New York. Of course I’m not bothered.”

But it does bother Zay, so he changes the subject. “So,” he nods at Lucas’s state, “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

Zay just raises an eyebrow.

Lucas sighs. “She’s so—” He cuts himself off with a snarl of frustration.

“Why? Because she told you she didn’t care for your opinion on Josh and his friends? Or did you try to woo her with your horse-birthing story again? Because then if I was her, I’d push you into the pool too.”

Lucas flings his towel to the floor in fury and surges to his feet. “I’m just trying to look out for her, why doesn’t she get that?”

“Why don’t you just tell her you have feelings for her?”

“I don’t have feelings for Maya,” he says sulkily, being contrary just because.

Zay snorts. “Right. And I’m in love with Smackle.”

Lucas gives him a weird look as he pulls on a t-shirt.

Zay notices. “What?”

“You have been spending a lot of time with her lately.” Lucas points out.

“That’s because I can’t take anymore of your and Maya’s drama. It’s more painful than a visit to the dentist!”

Farkle enters, a bowl of popcorn in his hands. “What did you do, Freakface?”

“Maya’s the one who pushed me into the pool.”

“Did you tell her that story again about how you gave birth to a horse, because—”

Lucas growls.

Farkle takes a step back hurriedly. “Just checking.”

“How do you know what happened anyway?” Zay asks Farkle, reaching for some of his popcorn. “I thought you were going to spend the afternoon in your home theatre watching space documentaries?”

“I was.” For a second, Farkle’s expression darkens before clearing up again. “But I went to get a snack, and saw the whole thing from the kitchen windows.” He grins. “Maya’s a lot stronger than she appears. Did you see how she just shoved him into the pool?”

He mimics the sounds of a yell and a loud splash, then grins proudly, as if he’s personally responsible for Maya’s feat of strength.

Zay wants to laugh, but Lucas looks seriously unamused, so he swallows his chuckle. “Lucas here needs advice on how to make things okay with Maya again.”

“I do not!”

“Well, we’re still going give it to you, buddy, because I, for one, am sick of watching you two bicker.”

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Farkle asks.

“I don’t have feelings for Maya.” Lucas lies with much more conviction this time.

“Sure,” Farkle nods. “You don’t have feelings for her. That’s why you looked like you were imagining ripping me apart with your bare hands for dancing with her at the winter formal.”

“That was before I knew it was you!”

Lucas’s eyes widen the minute the words are out of his mouth. Zay and Farkle snicker at him, and he narrows his eyes.

“Look,” Farkle says after a moment, his tone uncharacteristically sombre, at odds with his lighthearted ragging mere seconds ago, “All I’m saying is that if she doesn’t feel the same way, you can go back to wallowing in your misery like you’re doing right now, except you’ll know for sure that she doesn’t like you. It’s better than being like this just because you’re too afraid to tell her how you feel.”

There’s an awkward pause as Farkle looks out of the window, and Lucas and Zay exchange uncomfortable glances.

It’s obvious that Farkle is speaking from personal experience. And Zay, being as astute as he is, doesn’t need Smackle-level genius to deduce that this has something to do with Farkle’s fight with Riley. He’s not sure, though, whether Farkle is urging Lucas to tell Maya how he feels because he has already done the same with Riley himself (and possibly learned that she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, though Zay doesn’t believe that for even a second), or because he wishes he had.

Clearly Farkle needs some serious cheering up — whatever has been bugging him, he has hidden it successfully enough so far that no one suspected how much it’s really bothering him. But Zay knows his friends. The easiest way to get Farkle’s mind off his own problems right now is to focus his attention on something else. And how handy that they have a dumb-dumb friend who desperately needs their help.

Except Farkle’s plan has a slight flaw.

“How is telling him that it might be a lose-lose situation supposed to encourage him?” Zay demands.

Farkle turns to Lucas and raises his eyebrows even as he dips his hand into the bowl for more popcorn.

Lucas sighs. “No, Farkle’s right. I should just tell her.”

What.

Zay stares at him. “I’ve been after you to tell Maya how you feel before I even moved to New York, and Farkle’s right?”

“Hey, I’m his best friend, and I know how he thinks.” Farkle beams, seemingly having bounced back to his usual cheerful self.

“Wait a minute,” Zay protests, “I’m his best friend.”

“If you were his best friend, you’d know that sometimes the only way to get Freakface to do something is to call him a chicken.”

“Hey, I don’t need a reason to call him a freak or a chicken!” Zay claps Farkle on his shoulder as they share a laugh.

“Okay, guys. Who are supposed to be my best friends,” Lucas interjects, “Can we get back to my problem here?”

“It’s not rocket science,” Zay tells him, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, listen to him. He hangs out enough with Smackle to know by now what’s rocket science and what isn’t,” Farkle quips.

Zay eyes his two friends suspiciously, trying to decide why that statement sounds like it’s poking fun at him. He doesn’t buy their innocent expressions, especially as Lucas just tried to pass off a snort as a cough, and Farkle is trying (and failing) to suppress amusement of indeterminate origin. (Shit, he must be spending too much time with Smackle, he’s even beginning to think in her words.) But he decides Farkle is merely making an observation, one that is in no way incorrect.

“Exactly,” he says, turning to Lucas. “Listen to Zay the wise! Just take Maya down to the beach tomorrow morning before breakfast, when it’s all calm and quiet and peaceful and fresh, and tell her how you feel about her.”

“Okay.” Lucas takes a couple of deep breaths, like a diver before going underwater, as if he’s gearing himself to go find their blonde friend and talk to her immediately. “Find Maya. Take her to the beach. Tell her how I feel. That’s it. Easy peasy.”

But he looks green, as if he’s going to be sick.

“Perfect!” Farkle finishes the last of his popcorn. “Now, I need to go find my former arch-lovesis and once again platonic arch-nemesis—”

“Why?” Zay interrupts, realizing a second later how abrupt he sounds.

“....Because I want to discuss this hypothesis we have about—”

“Oh, just science then.” Zay holds up his hand, inexplicably relieved for some reason that he does not want to examine. “Say no more!”

“You should come along, it might interest you.”

Zay chuckles. “Since when have I ever been interested in science?”

“I thought you might be, since Smackle’s going to be there.”

“What?”

“Uh.. nothing?” Farkle edges away nervously.

“Damn right it’s nothing!”

*****************

Zay does go looking for Smackle (and Farkle!) a while later. But he doesn’t find them anywhere until they arrive together for dinner, which sours his mood.

*****************

Contrary to Zay’s expectations, Lucas isn’t able to lure Maya down to the beach the next morning, or even the morning after that. Consequently, he has to endure two whole days more of Lucas’s looks of longing and desperation, and Maya’s impatience with everyone, but especially Lucas. And if that isn’t bad enough, Smackle seems to have decided that the best way to cover up the awkwardness caused by their two friends’ silent feud is by flirting with Lucas as much as possible.

For some reason, this irks Zay more than anything else. His best friend is supposed to be focused on Maya. Instead, he hangs out with Smackle all day, genially laughing off her attempts at flirting instead of discouraging her like he used to, and joking around with her and Farkle, the latter having seemingly decided to hop on the “let’s-annoy-Zay” bandwagon as well. Only Maya seems to find them just as irritating, something that is evident from the way she glares daggers at everyone.

So, it’s a very grumpy Zay and Maya who make their way down to the kitchen for breakfast a couple of mornings later.

And they arrive just in time to witness Smackle yank Lucas forward by his shirt collar Maya-style and plant one on him.

Zay gapes.

Everything seems to blur around him. All he can do is stare, horrified, as Isadora Smackle kisses his best friend. On the mouth. He can feel a hot wave of shock — and... anger? — and panic (that one he can identify for sure) flooding through him, because all this time, he thought Izzy was only joking around when she flirted with Lucas. But now, Zay’s not sure what to make of the situation at all.

At last, several torturous hours later (though according to Farkle, it was barely ten seconds), Smackle lets go of Lucas, who looks about as gobsmacked as Zay feels. “Huh.”

“Smackle!” Zay squawks, finally pushing past his shock enough to manage to get some words out.

Everything rapidly comes back into focus, and Zay is suddenly aware of Maya beside him, frozen like a stone. In the other corner of the room, Farkle, whom he hadn’t even noticed so far, stands with his brows raised at the scene unfolding before them.

Smackle and Lucas turn, at last noticing that they have an audience.

“Oh,” Maya stammers, “Uh– um– continue– didn’t mean to interrupt...”

Zay is too busy staring gormlessly at Smackle to realize that Maya has left, until Lucas, belatedly emerging from his shocked stupor, calls out her name like a desperate, drowning man, and barrels out after her.

“Maya!” He hollers.

“Come on, I don’t want to miss this!” Smackle drags Zay after them, and Farkle follows close behind.

The three of them get to the back porch just in time to see Lucas catch up with Maya, who has already reached the beach. It’s amazing how fast someone as short as her can move. Even Lucas has had to sprint to catch up with her.

It would have made a pretty picture — Maya with her long golden hair and rust-coloured hoodie, on the beach, a pink rain-washed sky as the backdrop — if it wasn’t for the fact that she’s storming away.

They can clearly hear Lucas from where they’re standing. “Maya! Maya, listen to me!”

He tries to take her hand but she rips it from his, and continues to move down to the shoreline.

“Maya, please! She kissed me, I didn’t kiss her, I swear!”

Maya turns and kicks Lucas in the shin. Hard.

“Oww!”

Undeterred, he hops after her on one foot as she walks away, and manages to snag her wrist. She shoves him away, which, as he’s still hopping, sends him falling on his back in the sand. But he doesn’t loosen his grip on her hand, causing Maya to fall too, right on top of him, and sprawl all over his chest.

From their vantage point, Zay, Smackle, and Farkle have a clear view of the spectacle unfolding on the beach.

In the process of struggling to get off Lucas’s chest and onto her feet, Maya drives her elbow straight into his gut, winding him. He lets out a strangled “Oof!”, but manages to grip her other wrist. They end up rolling so that Lucas is partially on top of Maya, who is swearing loudly and foully enough to make sailors and soldiers blush. Her curses float back up to the trio on the porch.

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I told him to have a nice quiet talk with her on the beach in the early morning quiet,” Zay states as they watch their two friends grapple.

Suddenly, Lucas collapses on top of Maya with a yell of pure agony. Zay and Farkle simultaneously hiss in sympathy. It’s obvious what has happened: Maya just kneed Lucas where it hurts the most. None of the watchers can tell if it was an accident or deliberate.

“Get off me, you big fat oaf!” Maya wheezes. “You weigh as much as a horse!”

She manages to shove Lucas off herself, and leaves him curled up whimpering on the sand as she stalks away. But now there’s less stalking off and more weariness in her, as if the fight has gone out of her.

Impressively, after a couple of minutes, Lucas manages to get to his feet and stagger after her, though he’s clearly still in pain. He reaches Maya and turns her to face him, and she doesn’t resist when he cups her cheek to raise her face. (He doesn’t have to make her look up too much; he’s still hurting badly enough that he can’t stand straight and is hunched over.) His voice is too low for those on the porch to hear what he’s saying, but even from this distance, they can see the earnestness (and pain) on his face.

It feels like an eternity, but he finally steps forward, closing the distance between them. Maya doesn’t protest, and Zay, Smackle, and Farkle watch eagerly as he leans down, closer, closer.... and rests his forehead on her shoulder with a heartfelt groan, clearly still needing a minute to deal with the lingering trauma of Maya’s knee making contact with sensitive parts of his anatomy.

Maya winces in sympathy, but there’s no mistaking the smile on her face as Lucas finally straightens enough to kiss her.

“Yeesssss!” Smackle shrieks.

Farkle lets out a loud whoop and snaps off a couple of pictures with his phone, which Zay now realizes he’s had trained on their friends all along. (He’s sure the videos and photos Farkle has taken are already on their way to Riley, a peace offering and a way to make up after their fight. Riley’s going to be pretty steamed she wasn’t there to witness this historic event in person.)

Zay cheers too, of course he does. He’s happy for his friends, and he’s happiest for himself. His otp is finally together, after three excruciating years. Damn, that slow-burn was the slowest burn to ever slow-burn!

But he knows this was bound to happen sooner or later. (He would have made sure it did.) Which is why, after jumping up and down excitedly with the others for a few minutes, he turns his attention to the brunette with glasses next to him. “Whatever happened to ‘non-interference is our best and most favourable course of action’?”

Smackle gives him a devious look. “I was not interfering,” she says primly, with a smug quirk of her lips. “I was merely testing the practical application of the hypothesis Farkle and I have been discussing for the past few days. And as the conclusive results show, our postulation based on empirical evidence for both sets of observations was accurate.”

Practical application of the hypothesis.... Zay’s mouth falls open. “You’re unbelievable,” he tells the two geniuses, aiming a glare at Farkle.

“And after that, I can safely say I do not comprehend what the fuss is all about.” Smackle grimaces and wipes her mouth. “It was like kissing a sibling. It was worse than kissing a sibling.”

She pushes off the railing and takes the stairs going down to the beach to join Lucas and Maya, who have finally stopped kissing and are grinning up at their friends happily. (Lucas has finally managed to stand up straight, though it looks like he’s trying to avoid moving as much as possible.)

Zay’s eyes follow Isadora, not wanting to examine the sheer relief coursing through him that she thought kissing Lucas was worse than kissing a sibling.

Something she said before tugs his brain, and he replays her words in his mind. “Wait a minute. What did she mean by “both sets of observations”?”

Farkle smirks at him slyly.

Shit, Zay thinks as Isadora turns and gives him a coy smile. He’s in trouble.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 28

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 28: Everything goes down. E v e r y t h i n g.

Word count: 3.6K

Warnings: D R A M A. Pure drama. Language.

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Roger sighed, abandoning his entire face on the palm of his right hand; in front of him, sat down at the old, wooden table of the farm’s kitchen, there was Chrissie, elbows rested on the brown surface and chin sustained by her ten fingers.

“It’s like I never find the right moment!” he whined, letting himself lean against the back of the chair.

“You can’t find it Rog, the right moment comes when you don’t expect it” she replied, trying to reassure him but, as an answer, he rolled his eyes and looked absentmindedly out of the window.

“It’s not only that” Roger almost whispered, calling Chrissie’s attention who turned her head to meet his gaze “what if Chelsea doesn’t want to marry me?” he tried to maintain a distant tone, but halfway into the sentence his voice cracked a little bit.

“Oh Rog, c’ mon!” she stretched her arm to caress his hand abandoned on the table “why are you thinking such a thing? Chelsea loves you without any doubt and-” but Roger cut her off.

“I know that!” he almost shouted, pulling away her hand from his “but what if she feels like I’m not the man she wants to spend her life with?! I’m not the perfect husband, for sure” he suddenly became sadder and had to recollect all of his strength to not start crying right in front of Chrissie.

“Roger, look at me” she said and he raised his head, noticing she was staring at him with a fond smile on her face “Chelsea doesn’t want you to be perfect, she loves you exactly for who you are. You should see how her eyes light up when she talks about you! And, let’s be honest, if she hasn’t dumped you after the whole cupboard thing, it means she really loves you!” they both started giggling and Chrissie could tell he was already feeling better.

“Thanks, Chris, thank you so much” Roger finally said and this time he reached for her hand to friendly rub it. Chrissie smiled widely and she let her palm go up and down his arm to calm him and reassure him.

Suddenly the door of the kitchen opened and John made his entrance. He stopped there and both, Chrissie and Roger, distanced themselves from each other, turning their heads to look at him.

John found himself closing his hands into two fists and he knew that the scene in front of him was the one thing that was going to push him over the edge.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stand all of this anymore!” he shouted. A shadow of confusion crossed Roger and Chrissie’s faces, who looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows.

“Don’t act like you’re innocent, because you certainly are not!” John added, taking a step towards the table. Roger instantly got up to face him, still speechless and confused by his friend’s attitude.

“Mate, what are you talking ab-” John interrupted him, waving his hand in front of Roger’s face.

“You perfectly know what I am talking about!” Chrissie got up as well, trying to calm him down. But John scrolled her hands off of his shoulder and angrily sighed.

“The fact that you’re hiding the whole thing is just making me even more furious!” he added and the door behind him squeaked, announcing the entrance of the rest of the group.

They were all confused and unable to believe that, that angry voice, was coming out of John’s mouth.

“Love, what’s happening?” Mel asked, quickly stepping in and massaging his arm. Brian and Chelsea were behind her, just a few steps away from the door. Freddie and Mary had crossed the room to approach Chrissie and Roger, who started to whisper to explain them the situation.

“And then he just started shouting at me” Roger said to Freddie, but when John heard him he walked closer to them.

“I’m shouting at you because I know everything and I can’t stand the fact that you’re lying like that!” he pointed his finger at Roger, but at the same time he glanced at Chrissie. She was standing beside Mary, who was massaging her back.

“What is he talking about, Rog?” Chelsea asked, making everyone’s head turn around. She was starting to get nervous and she could feel her heart beating harder in her chest.

In that moment Mel understood what John had done and she started to panic because she was sure nothing good would have come out from that entire situation.

“Chel, don’t worry, everything’s fine,” she said approaching her and putting her hand on her shoulder “John. Stop this” her delicate tone became harsher as she spoke to her boyfriend.

“Exactly, stop it. You’re being ridiculous” Roger added. Brian and Freddie shared a worried gaze, knowing that John was about to explode after Roger’s words.

“AM I RIDICULOUS?! You are ridiculous! Chrissie is ridiculous!”

“Don’t talk to Chrissie like that!” Brian immediately splattered out, appearing at John’s side and forcing him to look into his eyes by pulling at his shoulder.

“She’s cheating on you, Bri” John finally said. Somehow, however, the big weight on his chest was still there and he didn’t feel the relief he was expecting.

Everyone in the room gasped and Brian’s eyes searched for his girlfriend’s, who was standing there covering her mouth with her hand. Brian was about to speak when Chelsea interrupted him:

“Roger tell me that this is a fucking joke!” her voice cracked as she felt the tears growing in her throat. She slipped away from Mel’s touch and walked towards the small group, standing next to Brian and exactly in front of Roger; the table was the only thing that was dividing them.

“Of course it is” the blond immediately replied and turned his head to look at Freddie, who was on his left “What did you do this time?!”

“Darling, I didn’t do anything, I swear!” Freddie replied, putting his hand on his heart and lifting the other in the air. Mary looked up at him, trying to study his face to see if he was telling the truth. He was.

“Don’t bring Fred inside this story! Just admit it!” John shouted again and Roger immediately felt the eyes of everyone in the room on him. He looked at Chrissie, who scrolled her shoulders, incredulous as he was in that moment, and then he met Chelsea’s gaze. She was about to cry and he knew it. But he didn’t know how the hell he could exit that whole situation without spoiling her surprise or breaking her heart. He raised his sight until he met John’s face and he felt anger blooming in every organ or cell of his body.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Deacon? Do you think you can accuse me like that? Or talk to Chrissie like that? What the fuck do you want from me?!” he walked over to face John and both Chelsea and Brian took a step back, afraid that the two boys were ready to throw hands at each other.

Mel ran and put herself between them, each hand on their chests to keep them separate. Freddie soon reached for Roger’s shoulder, to keep him still, while Mary was comforting Chrissie.

“Okay” John’s tone seemed calmer and Brian looked down at Chelsea, who took a deep breath “I’ll stop… if you tell me what you were doing that day, all alone in the recording studio. Just a couple of weeks before we came here at the farm” he crossed his arms on his chest and Roger finally connected all the dots: John had probably heard him talking with Chrissie about the ring and misunderstood the entire situation. He felt immediately better.

“John, you got it all wrong, we were-” Chrissie started, but Chelsea cut her off, angrily.

“Shut up! What is John talking about?!” she said, positioning herself right in front of Roger. He stood there, pondering what to say; he didn’t want to propose to her in the middle of that quarrel. When he raised his eyes and saw John smirking behind Chelsea’s shoulder, he got furious and pushing away his girlfriend he tried to punch him.

Brian pulled John away, while the girls gasped and Freddie stopped Roger by blocking his arms behind his back.

“I know why you’re doing this! You’re just jealous because you never got to call Chelsea your girlfriend! And that is killing you inside!” Roger spat out, pushing away Freddie’s hands.

“Roger!” Mel shouted, taking John’s arm to perch on it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Chelsea whined, closing her eyes and letting a couple of tears fall from her eyes. Brian encircled her shoulders to calm her down and then he threw a deadly gaze to Roger and Chrissie.

“I think we need at least an explanation” he said, still rubbing Chelsea’s back. Roger and Chrissie looked at each other, trying to communicate with their eyes.

“Oh for God’s sake! Is that so hard to tell the truth?!” Mary let out, receiving a shut-up gaze from the blond and the redhead.

“You don’t have to look at her like that, because she’s right” John said, calling everyone’s attention on him “You just brought out a cheap excuse about me having feelings for Chel because you don’t want to admit what is going on between you and Chrissie!”

“It wasn’t an excuse” Roger got closer again, but Freddie stopped him once more “I think you hated the fact that when you liked her she was with Tom. And then, when they broke up, she ended up with me. That’s why you hated me from the start!”

“Stop with these bullshits!” Mel cried out and Chelsea immediately reached her to hug her. Brian pushed a little John on his shoulder, trying to make him understand that it was time to stop. But he didn’t stop.

“Again, you’re being ridiculous! Fine, you don’t have the guts to tell them? I will-” he turned around to look at Chelsea, making his eyes jump from her to Brian “I heard them talking about a ring in the recording studio in London. They were promising each other to keep everything a secret. It was the day he took you to see the apartment” he ended the sentence looking directly in Chelsea’s eyes.

“You fucking prick! How do you da - ” Roger began, but he soon found a pair of hands pushing him back.

“A fucking ring?! Really Roger?! You buy her a fucking ring and don’t even find the time to write me a fucking love song? Fuck off!” Chelsea shouted at him, pushing him again.

“I didn’t hear you complaining about a bloody love song when I was eating you out behind my drums a few days ago!” Roger replied and Chrissie immediately scrolled him, taking his arm into her hands. Chelsea gasped: she couldn’t believe he had just said that in front of everyone.

But it was too late. He had said that. Brian was about to say something when Freddie stepped into the conversation.

“Hope you didn’t record her moans, as Brian accidentally recorded the conversation he had with her while writing his song” he was trying to lighten up the mood, but he soon understood it had just made it worse.

“Why would you bring this into the conversation right now?!” Mary angrily said to him, slapping his shoulder.

“What conversation?” Chrissie asked Freddie, but she was looking at Chelsea and Brian, who immediately shared a look and blushed, perfectly knowing what Freddie was talking about.

“What conversation?!” Roger shouted, walking towards Freddie, who raised his arms and hands in the air.

“I’ll tell you, but don’t punch me”

“Fred, no” Chelsea mumbled, but, as a response, she received an impotent look from Freddie and an angry one from her boyfriend.

“Not a big deal, they were being all sappy talking about you two” he said indicating Chrissie and Roger “When Brian asked her if, during that game we did during the Christmas’ night two years ago, she was thinking about him when she didn’t answer my question about who else she would have liked to shag”

“And what did you reply?!” Roger turned around to look at Chelsea, but Brian stood in front of him.

“She didn’t” he said, but Roger pushed him and Brian hit Chelsea with his back.

“It was the day I found you two alone in the recording studio!” John added, connecting all the dots.

“Why the fuck do you always find people alone in the fucking recording studio?!” Roger grunted looking at him.

“Why did you ask her that question, Bri?” Chrissie’s shy voice made everyone stay in silence for just a minute because before Brian could answer Chelsea spoke up:

“Maybe because you suck at sex!” Chrissie gasped, followed by Brian.

In a moment everyone was shouting at each other’s face and Mel, who was standing near the door, like she was a scared kid in the corner, felt her heart racing and her sight getting blurred.

All that tension surely wasn’t good for her, neither for the baby. She caressed her now almost prominent belly, before raising her head to find John. He was arguing with Roger, a few inches away from his face.

“John” Mel whispered, feeling her legs trembling. He turned around and they all stopped to see Mel falling on the ground, not able to sustain herself on her own knees anymore.

“Melissa!” John and basically everyone shouted as they all rushed towards her. Her boyfriend took her in his arms and on the other side Chelsea was kneeled on the floor, waving her hand in front of her face. Chrissie and Mary soon followed her, shouting Mel’s name in panic.

Brian and Freddie were opening the fridge and taking a glass from the cupboard to prepare some fresh water for her, while Roger was sat down in front of her, caressing her hot cheek and snapping his fingers then and there to wake her up.

The entire situation lasted less than a minute. When Mel finally opened her eyes everyone breathed out again and Brian, sitting down with Freddie, brought the glass to her lips to let her have a sip of water.

Roger got up and passed a trembling hand between his hair. Mary reached him and caressed his shoulder on her way to the window, to open it a little bit to let some fresh air enter the room.

“How are you, Mel?” Chelsea tried to say, but her voice came out broken as tears of fear were watering her face. John helped her get up and Chrissie sustained her from the other side, while Freddie put a chair in the middle of the room to let her sit down.

“Love?” John asked when she sat down, kneeling in front of her. Mel raised a shaky hand to take the glass on the table and Roger immediately passed it to her, sitting on a chair next to her.

Chelsea was standing by the door, biting her thumbnail nervously wiping away a few tears. Chrissie walked towards her, to comfort her. She let her put her hand behind her back, knowing that their stupid arguments didn’t mean a thing in that moment.

“I’m fine” Mel said, trying to smile as she put the glass of water on the table. Brian breathed heavily, followed by everyone else in the room.

“Jesus, guys” Chrissie said approaching her, followed by Chelsea; she positioned herself behind her back and started rubbing her shoulders “Do you see what your fucking drama caused? She’s pregnant, damn!” Mel instantly turned her head to look at Chrissie, who was already covering her mouth with her hand, hearing what she had just said.

John still kneeled in front of his girlfriend, got up and looked down at Roger who raised his head.

“What?!” he snapped, while Freddie, Brian, Mary and Chelsea were still, with their mouths open.

“Roger, please” Mel begged him, placing her hand on his lap, but he got up as well and walked towards John. Brian and Freddie reached him, while Mary and Chelsea both approached their friend, who was covering her face with her hands.

“Is she pregnant?” Roger slowly asked. He was so close to John that their noses were almost touching and the bassist could feel his hot, angry breath hitting his face.

“Yes” he finally spoke. Roger raised his hand closed in a fist, but stopped it halfway into the air, even before Brian and Freddie could block him.

He clenched his jaw and turned away one last time to look at his sister and at Chelsea, before stepping out of the room, without saying a word and punching the wall near the door on his way out.

Everything remained frozen for a moment.

Chelsea sat down near Mel and took her hand in hers, while Mary took a seat on the other chair, caressing her back. Chrissie was still standing behind Melissa, rubbing her shoulders.

John was there, in the middle of the room, with his head down; Brian was looking out of the window and Freddie was caressing his chin while resting his back on the kitchen’s counter.

“Just tell me one thing” Chelsea broke the silence and everyone looked at her. Mel put her hand on her thigh and gently pressed her fingers on it, feeling the weight she had on her stomach in that moment.

“Chrissie” Chelsea continued, looking up at her “Are you really having an affair with Roger?”

“No!” she replied in a second and Brian, once again, breathed out, walking towards her to pull her closer to his chest.

“Okay. Then tell me: what was John talking about?” Chelsea asked, biting his lip to stop the tears.

Chrissie looked angrily at John, but he was still staring at the ground, so she sighed and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Chel, it’s a surprise Roger is preparing for you. He just needed my help to organize the whole thing, but I can swear to God nothing happened between us” her voice was low and everyone could hear she was about to cry as well.

Chelsea nodded in silence and got up.

“Congratulations on the baby. I just need to spend some time alone” she then said and, giving Mel a sad smile, she crossed the room. She stopped for a minute next to John, who turned his head to his left to look down on her. They exchanged a long gaze before she headed out of the kitchen.

“Bri, you believe me right?” Chrissie said between sobs. He hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.

“I do, my love. I do” he then whispered to her ear.

In the meanwhile, Freddie had taken Chelsea’s place and he was now rubbing Mel’s palms.

“Now that Chelsea isn’t here” John spoke out and a bunch of sad eyes looked straight over him “I would like to know what kind of surprise Roger is preparing for her”

“Are you serious? All of this happened because of you and you still have the guts to ask this question?!” Mary angrily said, but Freddie looked at her with disappointed eyes.

“Mary, can you please calm your tone? Or the next one to make Mel faint will be you” he sassily said and Melissa felt like the safe land between two trenches ready to fight with each other.

“Fine. Do you really wanna know?” Chrissie finally replied, distancing herself from Brian and approaching John to face him “Roger wants to marry Chelsea and the ring you heard talk us about was for her. Hope you’re happy now” as she finished her sentence she walked past him and slammed the door behind her back.

Brian shook his head at John before following her outside.

John sighed and sat down on the only chair that was still empty.

“Uff, there’s actually a lot of things going on here” Mary said, gazing at the only three people who were still in that room. Freddie nodded along, while Melissa was just staring at her feet and John was hiding his face in his palms.

“Oh please, bitches!” Freddie shouted, getting up and clapping his hands together “We’re gonna solve this! Not a big deal!”

“Not a big deal? Are you serious Fred?” Mel said, looking up at him. He bent down to caress her cheek and kiss her temple.

“Don’t worry darling! We’re gonna solve it. Deaky!” he shouted again, scrolling his friend and obliging him to get up as well “Now, we’re going to find Brian and, after you made it up, we’re going to look for Roger. You’re going to clarify the entire situation because there is a big wave of beautiful things coming to us! To our family!”

“But Fred-” John started, but Freddie stopped him almost immediately.

“No but, no if. You’re going to have a baby and they’re going to get married! We have to celebrate! C’mon, c’mon!” he said, pushing him until they reached the door and then he turned around to look at the girls “You’re better than us boys with all this stuff, so I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up on your own” he winked at them and closed the door, taking John with him.

The two girls giggled for a moment, then Mary stood up and offered her hand to Mel.

“He’s right. About everything. We’re a family, we need to celebrate and we will sort things out. Now!” she said and Mel, finally smiling, took her hand and got up as well.

They shared a quick hug before looking into each other’s eyes.

“Let’s go” Mel said and they left the kitchen behind, ready to go and pick up the pieces of their friends’ hearts.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 27

Summary Chapter 27: John has a lot of things going on in his head and feels like he could explode at any time. He knows he can rely on Melissa on keeping a secret. The album’s been approved so it’s a time of celebration and everyone is cheerful. It’s the calm before the storm.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: SMUT under the cut. Making out, fingering, nothing too strong, but please be +18 if you read this. A lot of FLUFF throughout the whole thing.

A/N: Hi folks! This one’s mainly about the sweetest couple you’ll ever hear of, John & Mel, but make sure to catch the super cute group scene by the end. Let us know what you think, lovesies 💖😏 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!⭐💗

A month had already passed since they had settled inside the farm and they were beginning to think that had become their home. Things were going smoother than expected and they had all realized they quite liked living the eight of them altogether.

Even if the boys were absolutely psyched that the producers had approved of the work they had been doing on the album, they all found it hard to believe that time had flown by so quickly, which meant they were going to pack things up and head back to their respective homes in less than a week.

That meant Freddie and Mary would have gotten back to their apartment and Chrissie would have moved back to Cornwall.

John would have gone back to living with Chelsea, at least until she and Roger would have moved in together but that wasn’t supposed to be happening before the band would actually, start earning some money from the new album.

And Melissa would have gotten back to her shared apartment with Brian and Roger and, although she loved living with her boys, she wished she could have had John beside her all the time.

As she thought that, she walked through the back door of the house and into the garden with a beach towel under her arm and followed the small brick path that led to the swimming pool. She wanted to rest before the great party the guys – Freddie mostly – had decided to hold to celebrate the fact that the album had been approved by the producers. And the great party consisted in the eight of them toasting and drinking every possible bottle of booze they had in the house.

She wondered how she would have disguised her non-drinking state in front of the others. Not that she was much of a drinker usually, but she rarely declined a glass of wine or a pint of beer. So she was actually starting to get worried that that night everyone would have understood her condition. Would that be so bad after all? Probably not, she thought, but I wouldn’t like all the attention spiralling on me. It’s Queen’s night tonight.

Immersed in her thoughts, she turned the corner behind the hedge shielding the pool from the rest of the garden.

John was sitting there on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water and his gaze fixed on its surface, studying how his movements were creating small waves that spread all the way to the other side of the pool.

He heard footsteps approaching and welcomed Melissa with a warm smile. She laid the towel on the nearest sunbed and walked up to him. She knelt on the grass and kissed him softly, smiling warmly afterwards.

“Thought you were with the others” she said “By the way, where’s everyone?”

John shrugged “Don’t know… I needed some time to relax, it’s been a tough couple of days”

Melissa smiled “I know, honey, you’ve all been under so much pressure, but look where it brought you… I’m so proud of you guys” she snugged closer to his side, immerging her legs in the water as well, careful not wet her dress “I talked with the girls ‘couple of days ago: we’re all so immensely proud of you”

John smiled and placed a kiss on her head, draping his arm around her shoulder “Thank you, love. I honestly can’t wait for the album to drop and for everyone to listen to your song”

Melissa chuckled “It’s not my song, John”

John sat back and smiled looking her in the eyes “Of course it is, dear. It’s yours” he kissed her right cheek “It’s mine” he kissed her left cheek “it’s our song” he stated, resting his forehead against hers and placing a hand on her tummy, where the bump would have surely shown itself if it hadn’t been for the loose flowery dress that Melissa was wearing.

She smiled and looked at him through her lashes “I love you” she whispered and leaned in to kiss him fondly.

John smiled as well against her lips “I love you too. And I can’t wait to start this new adventure with you” he whispered, gently caressing her belly and leaving small kisses from her lips, down her jawline, to her neck.

Melissa sighed loudly “I didn’t think I would say this, but I’m kind of excited too” she murmured, tilting her head on one side while John was still nibbling at her neck.

He stopped and looked at her in the eyes “You mean that?”

Melissa was surprised he was so surprised “Of course, darling” she cupped his jaw with a hand and smiled “I know I said I was scared and I still kinda am, but I think the excitement of actually having one of these-” she placed her other hand over his on her belly “-with you, is starting to overcome everything else”.

She widely smiled and John grinned even wider, inching in to kiss her passionately again. As their tongues intertwined, her hands instinctively went up to his hair and he circled her waist with an arm.

As John parted from the kiss, a sly grin crept up on his face. He perched himself on a hand and hopped into the water, gesturing her to follow suit. The pool was not that deep, but John emerged only with head and shoulders.

The girl fervently shook her head “John I can’t take the dress off! I’m not wearing a bathing suit under it and if someone should come here, they would see me” she lowered her voice at the end of the sentence.

John huffed and walked closer to her “Then don’t take it off” he uttered in a low voice, making the girl gulp harshly. He was gently rubbing his fingers up and down her legs and that alone was enough to send shivers down her spine.

He placed his hands behind her legs and slowly pulled her towards him. She still looked at him disapprovingly, but a smile was creeping up on her face.

John smirked as he gave her a final pull and she landed in the water with a squeal, her legs wrapped around his waist and the dress floating around them.

Melissa chuckled and shook her head “You’re an idiot” she draped her arms around his neck to steady herself “I wanted to wear this to the party tonight”

John shrugged “I’ll lend you one of my t-shirts, if you’d like”

She smiled “You know I always do” she kissed him softly “but I wanted to clean up a bit, I’m always wearing t-shirts and loose pants… you know? I wanted to feel like a girl again” John chuckled.

“What are you laughing at? You have no idea the dresses you have missed because of this little thing” she pointed at her belly and raised her eyebrows in a smirk.

John chuckled again “That’s a real shame” he smugly said, pulling her closer “although, you do look sexy when you wear my t-shirts” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. She felt shivers again, as he began trailing down her neck a series of small sloppy kisses.

“John” she breathed out “the others could see us”

He pulled back from her neck only to dive into another passionate kiss and Melissa couldn’t help but go with it, her will power incapable of resisting.

“I see it doesn’t bother you that much” John managed to say between kisses.

“Oh shut up” she breathed out, wrapping her arms behind his neck as he walked closer to the wall of the pool to pin her against it.

She let out a huffed whimper when her back hit the wall and with a sly smirk she pushed her hips against his. John suffocated a moan and smiled crookedly “Impatient?” he light-heartedly asked.

Melissa smiled smugly and tightened the grip of her legs, making him groan and softly chuckle “Okay okay” he said, locking his lips to hers once again, while trailing down her thighs and under her floating dress with his hands.

He slid an arm behind her back to steady her against his chest and with the other he reached for her panties, slowly pulling them down as Melissa helped him get rid of them. He placed a hand on her inner thigh, brushing it gently and Melissa sighed loudly “Why’d you always tease so much?”.

A grin spread among his face. He inched towards her ear while his hand trailed closer to her core “’Cause you look hot when I do” he whispered, surprising himself and the girl, who let out a whimper when his fingers briefly brushed her clit.

Melissa inhaled sharply when she felt his fingers inside her. Her head fell back, pleasure running down her spine as John trailed a series of sloppy kisses in the crook of her neck. He steadied a pace and feeling her shiver and moan under his touch was making him ecstatic.

She bucked her hips forward, feeling herself getting closer to her climax and when she reached it, she lost her grip on his shoulders and let her body weight bring her down into the water.

John swiftly placed both his hands on her shoulders, as she tried to stand in the water. He looked at her in the eyes, a concerned look on his face, completely different from the lusty and mischievous look he had a few minutes before.

He asked hesitantly “Are you okay?”

Melissa fervently nodded and smiled, wiping some of her wet hair aside.

“How… uhm… how was that?” John asked, suddenly self-conscious and worried.

Melissa chuckled “That was… that was good – very good honey” she lifted on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips.

“So it wasn’t too rough? Did I hurt you?”

The girl softly giggled “No, love, I’m fine” she playfully patted his chest, knowing exactly why John was so shy about it “yeah I’m oversensitive, but I can handle that…” she tilted her head towards his fingers.

John chuckled “’m sorry… I thought I had crossed the line…”

She shook her head and smiled looking down at his hands “No… nope, you did just… great, honey”

John smiled “Feels good to be appreciated” he theatrically said, making her giggle even more “but please tell me if I do cross a line… I kinda don’t know how to control myself”

Melissa let out a laugh “Yeah we don’t know how to control ourselves… Need I remind you what happened in the attic?” They both grinned and laughed recalling that magical afternoon.

“But I swear, I’ll stop you if anything feels uncomfortable” she gave him again a soft kiss and he happily replied, bringing a hand behind her neck and the other on the small of her back.

It was a passionate kiss, full of love and tenderness, but also of lust and desire and it brought them back in the heat of the moment.

When she pushed her body closer to him and felt him through his bathing suit, she smirked into the kiss and brought a hand down to his boxers, earning a sharp inhale from him.

“You are a teaser yourself, Miss Taylor” he uttered in her ear.

Melissa’s smirk grew wider “You bet I am, Deacon”

“GUYS! OH MY GOD!”

They literally jumped hearing Chelsea’s squeal coming from behind them. They released the grip onto each other and slowly turned to face the person who had just screamed.

To Melissa’s horror, Chelsea wasn’t alone. Her brother was standing next to her but was voluntarily looking in the opposite direction, hand still covering his face.

“Don’t wanna see. Don’t wanna know” he stated, still turned on the other side.

Chelsea had a smug grin on her face. Her lips where slightly parted in disbelief and she was shaking her head “You are unbelievable, guys…” was all she could manage to say.

The situation was beyond awkward but somehow when John and Melissa exchanged a look, they both started giggling.

“It’s not funny, please recompose yourselves” Roger stated, gesturing with his free hand in their direction, which made them only laugh more. He was embarrassed but he could not contain the small giggle that escaped his lips.

“It’s okay Rog, they’re not naked” Chelsea said, placing a hand over his shoulder and forcing him to turn towards the pool

“Yeah, no I’m good like this” he turned again in the opposite direction and walked away.

Chelsea shook her head and turned again towards the couple “We’re gonna start preparing dinner in half an hour, I was wondering if you could help, but I see you’re busy…”

Melissa chuckled “It’s okay, let me change and I’m right with you”

Chelsea nodded, a smirk on her face “I’m counting on you”. She pointed a finger to John “Don’t you distract her”

He laughed and raised his hands out of the water “I swear”

As Chelsea walked away, Melissa turned to John and they laughed again “Well, that was awkward…”

“Yeah…” John agreed, shaking his head and giggling. He swiftly stole her another kiss before saying “C’mon let’s go clean ourselves up”

They got out of the pool and Melissa quickly covered herself in the towel she had brought to disguise her now very visible bump, through the thin wet cloth of the dress.

The evening proceeded as planned: the girls were going back and forth in the kitchen to cook something special for the night, while the guys strummed and played a few songs in the small living room and casually popped into the kitchen to mess with them: needless to say, they were always sent back into the living room with threats and objects flying in their direction.

Once they all sat down at the dining table the voices became undistinguishable and they lovingly chitchatted through the end of the meal.

Melissa didn’t touch a drop of alcohol and every time someone filled her glass, she quietly exchanged it with John, under Chrissie’s knowing look: the redhead smiled at her every time she did.

They had drank three bottles of wine when the dinner came to an end.

Freddie was already proposing to play Scrabble and a thousand other board games, but the girls had yet another surprise for the boys.

Melissa and Chrissie exchanged a look and got up from the table; Chelsea and Mary smiled and nodded.

The blonde and the redhead headed to the kitchen and pulled a huge cake out of the fridge: the girls had ordered it from a nearby baker and they had begged him to write the word

Queen

with chocolate over the cream topping and they could say they were pretty satisfied with their intrigues.

“It looks delicious” Melissa said, pulling away the wrapping and placing the cake on the kitchen table.

Chrissie agreed with her and helped her get rid of the trash.

“Can’t wait to dive into it” she said, stressing the word dive in a way that Melissa assumed was headed somewhere.

“They really covered it in a pool of cream, didn’t they?” the redhead smugly added and Melissa understood she knew.

She rolled her eyes, unable to control a smile “So you know…”

Chrissie nodded fervently and started giggling “I didn’t know you were this naughty…”

Melissa slapped her arm “I am not!” she laughed “It just sort of… happened”

Chrissie raised an eyebrow “And was it good?”

The blonde visibly blushed and tried to force down a smile “’m not gonna lie, it was amazing Chris” she softly chuckled and the other followed her suit.

“Well I can read it all over your face” the redhead added “How’s it going with the whole… you know…” she pointed at her belly “…that?”

“Better I guess… I realized the desire of doing this is greater than the fear of actually doing it… so yeah, I’m still freaking out, but with a smile on my face”

Chrissie chuckled “’m glad you sorted things out”

“Me too… He’s been so kind and thoughtful and helpful… I’m hopelessly in love with this whole situation” she admitted and her friend fondly smiled.

“I’m happy for you two” she added, before picking up the cake “Now, let’s go back there or they’ll be suspicious”

Melissa nodded and opened the door for her, grabbing the polaroid camera from the chair in the kitchen. They walked into the dining room, finding the others completely absorbed into an argument over which game should they play.

The sound the two of them approaching recalled everyone’s attention and the sight of the cake made everybody cheer like children in a playground.

“Congratulation guys” Melissa said, making room on the table for the cake, instantly mirrored by the other girls.

“What do you say we take some pictures?” she suggested.

Freddie straight forwardly got up clapping his hands together “YES darling, great idea!”

Melissa gestured the guys to stand beside the cake and took a few pictures of them, some serious ones and some more spontaneous ones, where Roger was tugging at Freddie’s shirt or John was pointing at Brian’s hair or they were simply making each other laugh.

Just looking at them being silly and acting like dorks was filling her – and all the other girls – heart with joy.

“Your turn girls” Roger suggested and Melissa handed him her camera, warning him to be careful.

The girls stood beside the cake and changed a few poses, trying to mimic the guys’ poses and making them laugh out loud.

Then they took some more random pictures: Roger, Brian and Melissa, John and Chelsea, Fred and Mary, Chelsea and Melissa, Mary, Chelsea and Melissa, Brian and Chrissie, Roger, Melissa and Chrissie, Roger and Chelsea… they all wanted to sculpt that moment into their minds.

When Melissa clicked the camera at Roger and Chrissie, she felt John’s look on them and she studied how they were holding each other to understand if there was something between them, but she could see nothing.

Before she could elaborate those thoughts Chrissie offered to take a picture of her and John and she mindlessly agreed, reaching out for his hand as she once again stepped behind the table.

“Did you notice something?” he asked her once he was close enough only for her to hear”

She shook her head “No, everything seems okay to me… Relax, love”

John encircled her shoulder with an arm and they smiled into the camera. He leaned down behind her ear and whispered “I love it when you call me love”

Melissa lifted her eyes to meet his, genuinely smiling at him and he replied with the same look full of love: in that moment Chrissie clicked again and immortalized that beautiful intimate moment, a huge smile on her face.

As they changed position again, John behind her and encircling her with his arms, he leaned down again to whisper “Do you realize these are the first picture of the three of us together?”

Hearing those words made her grin even wider and Chrissie was good enough to snap another picture.

Melissa slowly turned her back so that she could look at him while still facing the camera with her body: she fondly smiled and inched in to kiss him, as Chrissie clicked the camera one last time.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 26

Summary Chapter 26: Roger thinks he’s found the perfect moment, but will things go as he’d planned them?

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: SMUT under the cut. Oral sex (female receiving), fingering. Please read only if you’re +18. Ends in fluff.

A/N: Hi folks! Unfortunately, our beloved story’s coming to an end *sighs*... there are only four more chapters to go 😭🙈 We can’t believe it either... So, enjoy this one about our fav power couple, Chel & Rog. Let us know what you think, lovesies 💖😏 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!⭐💗

Roger was so concentrated as he kept on drumming, following the rhythm with his head and puckering his lips as he used to do when he was intently playing a song.

Chelsea was spying him from across the room, definitely not subtly looking at him with adoring eyes and a stupid smile on her face. She studied his beautiful features: his blond, long hair bouncing then and there, his big, blue eyes half closed as he was enjoying the solo he had been trying to record for over an hour, his pink lips slightly parted.

Not to mention his hands, with his long fingers wrapped around the drum’s sticks, ready to make them twirl and also ready to drive Chelsea crazy, who was getting turned on only by admiring his boyfriend as he put his heart and soul into his work.

She couldn’t exactly tell what it was, but seeing him passionate about something always made her feel things. And in that moment she was hating her own hormones for making her feel like that.

When Roger put down the headphones and raised his head to meet Chelsea’s gaze, she tried to act as normal as possible, but she knew very well that her cheeks were flushing every minute a little more.

“What do you think about it, honey?” Roger asked, without getting up from his seat and stretching his arm behind his back to reach the lyrics’ paper of the song he was rehearsing.

Chelsea got up and, pulling down a bit her floral dress, she slowly walked towards him to stop exactly in front of his drums.

“You were great love” she softly replied, making Roger smile and turn his head to meet her eyes. He patted on his thigh with his hand and Chelsea hesitated for a second, already knowing that, if she would have sat down on his lap she wouldn’t have been able to contain herself.

She shook her head to forget all those thoughts and, always smiling, she approached him and sat on his thighs, both legs on one side while she was sliding her arm behind his neck. Roger’s hands firmly placed on her lower back.

“Hi gorgeous” he chuckled and Chelsea gently traced his chin with her index finger.

“Do you really think it was good?” Roger questioned and entangled his arms behind her lower back to have her as close as possible. Chelsea raised an eyebrow, not understanding why he was being so self-conscious about his drummer’s skills.

“Where my Roger full of ego went?” she asked and pulled away some strands of hair that were gently falling on his forehead.

“It’s just” he sighed halfway into the sentence “I want to make you proud. I mean, John wrote a fucking love song for Mel and what I did was write a song about my love for cars” he chuckled, but his tone was stressed. Chelsea giggled and pressed her lips on his temple, then on the tip of his nose and eventually on his cheek, cupping his face.

“You don’t need to write me a love song, I know you love me. And you should know I’m very proud of you” she smiled and Roger did the same pulling her closer to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. But even the smallest touch was making Chelsea shiver, as she was tensed like a violin string. She couldn’t help but moan and Roger immediately noticed the hushed sound that left her mouth.

“What was that?” he asked teasingly, while his fingers traced her jawline to rest on her chin. Chelsea shook her head and mouthed a shy nothing, but Roger bit his bottom lip and slowly started to caress her naked legs.

Chelsea heavy breathed and had to cover her mouth with the palm of her own hand when Roger’s fingers touched her core through the material of her panties. He grinned even wider, proudly noticing how excited she already was.

“Did you really get wet watching me playing drums?” he whispered in her ear, as he kept caressing her and toying with the waistband of her panties. Chelsea nodded and hot breaths left her mouth, while she was squeezing her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. Roger pressed a kiss on her neck and, with only one movement he pulled down the silk material of her underwear until it reached her ankles.

“Rog – fuck!” Chelsea hissed, when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb; his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh of her stretched neck as she was throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Rog, some–someone could see us. We can’t – oh fuck – we can’t do this here” Chelsea stuttered stumbling on her own words as she was fighting with the moans growing in the back of her throat while Roger’s fingers kept caressing her up and down her folds.

“I don’t care; I have to take care of my horny girlfriend right now, to thank her for being always so sweet with me” Roger cockily said a few inches away from her mouth. Chelsea parted her lips, waiting for one of his passionate kisses, but instead Roger pulled away his fingers and gently put them in her mouth.

Chelsea sucked on them, looking at him behind the lashes, as she could feel Roger getting harder under her, who was still sat on his lap. He was always amazed when she saw her being naughty or needy and the awareness that he was the only one that got to see this side of Chelsea absolutely drove him crazy.

“Such a good girl” he commented, pulling out his fingers from her mouth and, without warning or any further hesitation, he slipped them inside her, making her whimper in surprise. Chelsea soon abandoned her head on his shoulder, incapable of doing anything in that moment, as three of Roger’s fingers were now sliding in and out of her.

Roger was kissing her forehead, while his hand was moving faster and faster, causing Chelsea to moan louder and louder, as she knew she was getting close to the limit.

He suddenly pulled away when he felt her clenching around his fingers, making Chelsea cry out his name, because of the unexpected absence of his touch. She raised her head from his shoulder as she observed Roger putting his fingers inside his mouth to taste her. She smirked and, placing her palms behind his neck, she obliged him to crash his lips on hers. She could taste herself as well on his lips and that caused a new wave of shivers to run down her spine.

But Roger shook his head and moved to make her get up. When he stood up as well he made her sat down on the stool behind his drums and, placing his hands on her thighs, he leaned down to look at her in the eyes.

“I’m not finished with you” he proudly grinned as he went on his knees. Chelsea was cockily smiling and nibbling her thumbnail, while mischievously looking down at him. Roger returned the gaze and placed himself between her legs.

He slowly parted her knees and pulled up her dress, exposing Chelsea right in front of him. He licked his lips and started to leave a thread of sloppy kisses on her inner thigh, making her moan again as her hands soon found themselves in his hair.

“You don’t know how many times I fantasized about fucking you behind my drum set. But this sounds even better” Roger mumbled, keeping his lips closer to where Chelsea needed him the most, but avoiding any contact to tease her.

“You’re a bloody teaser, Taylor” Chelsea managed to say, between the groans and the giggles that were escaping her mouth as a strand of Roger’s long hair tickled her sensitive skin. He smirked and looked up at her.

“I know, Parker. And you’re such an impatient minx” he replied and before Chelsea could even start a sentence, he attached his mouth to her clit.

She almost fell off the stool, bur Roger’s hands kept her still by positioning themselves on her hips. Chelsea bit down on her bottom lip trying to contain the loud moans that were naturally forming on her lips.

Roger was looking up at her, as he was licking up and down her folds, sometimes stopping at her core to gentle suck on her clit.

Chelsea was already feeling a knot tightening her lower area and wasn’t able to contain the whimpers anymore. Roger noticed the way her body was shivering and smirked, without removing his lips, on the contrary, sucking harder to make her moan louder.

“Fuck!” it was the only thing that Chelsea could say, as she could feel the orgasm ready to hit her body. Her hands were still pressed behind Roger’s head, as she was trying to have him as close as possible.

Roger noticed the way she was trying to move her hips to get more friction and smirked; his right hand left her waist so that his fingers could find her clit and stroke it, as his tongue kept running up and down her core, making Chelsea scream.

He looked up at her and admired how her body wad arched in pleasure, her head abandoned backwards and her eyes closed. One hand was still in Roger’s hair, while with the other Chelsea was caressing her breasts through the material of the dress.

Roger moaned and the vibrations made Chelsea whimper again, while he was quickening his movements and his middle finger was now pumping inside and outside of her.

When his tongue entered her a couple of times she reached the limit, squirming and loudly moaning on the stool. Roger tightened the grip of his hands, squeezing all of his ten fingers on her hips to keep her steady.

He kept licking her, helping her to get off her orgasm and only when she was so sensitive that she couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled away and proudly admired his girlfriend, who was trying to catch her breath while her hands were tightened on the edge of the little stool.

He sat down on his heels and remained on his knees, still observing her face, who was now becoming less red and her breath was starting to normalize. She blinked one or two times before looking at him with a wide smile on her face.

“How was that?” Roger cockily asked, resting his hands on his own thighs. Chelsea noticed that his lips were swollen and that they were shining because of her wetness, so she looked at the ground and kept smirking as she was putting a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

“It was really good” she finally admitted, meeting his eyes again. Roger studied her face and he felt like he fell in love with that girl over and over again.

He saw how her eyes were sparkling behind her long lashes, he admired the soft skin of her face that was still red; he observed her pink lips, slightly parted to form a little smile, then his sight travelled down on her neck, where he noticed a pair of love bites. He didn’t stop: he let his eyes wander on her chest, between the line of her breasts, until they reached her hands rested on her lap. Roger could imagine the ring shining on her left hand and thought that maybe that intimate moment between them could be the perfect one to finally propose to her.

“Roger?” Chelsea giggled and her voice called his attention “why are you still on your knees?” she asked smiling, as her fingers searched for the panties that were still on the ground near her feet.

“Do you really wanna know why, honey?” he replied with another question and, hearing his excited tone, Chelsea nodded biting her lips. Roger smirked as he could feel his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.

But when his fingers reached his trousers’ pocket he found it empty and immediately remembered he had left the little, velvet box in their bedroom, hidden in his luggage. He saw Chelsea’s confused face and for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to do.

Roger was about to open his mouth, when some knocks on the door cut him off. A second later Brian made his entrance and froze, as he saw his friend getting up from the floor with a loud pop coming from his knees and Chelsea immediately closed her legs and tried to sit properly on the stool.

“Did I interrupt something?” the curly boy asked, with a veil of hilarity in his tone. Roger rolled his eyes and Chelsea blushed, giggling to herself.

“No. What do you want mate?” Roger sighed and took a step closer to Brian.

“The producers are here to listen to the album, we need you. Like, right now” he replied, indicating the door with a movement of his head. Roger turned around to look at Chelsea, who was looking at him with her eyebrows raised, still waiting for an answer.

“If you don’t come I can’t assure you we will put your song in the album. I warned you” Brian nonchalantly commented, as he approached the door.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, but I have to go now!”

“But-” Chelsea tried to protest, but Roger interrupted her by leaning down to give her a quick kiss. He pulled away too soon.

“I promise it’ll make sense, honey. Before you even expect it to make sense, I swear” he announced, before giving her one last kiss on the forehead and running out from the room to follow Brian.

Chelsea remained there for at least five minutes and, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t erase the smile that was still adorning her lips. With her legs still trembling, she stood up and, pulling her dress down once again, she left the room as well.

When she came out, the warm rays of the evening sun welcomed her and, in the distance, she could see the silhouettes of the boys and the figures of other few men, who she understood being the producers.

She approached the entrance of the main house with a big smile on her face, noticing that Mel was standing there on the porch, smiling back at Chelsea.

“Where have you been?” Melissa asked when Chelsea was finally standing beside her. The smirk on her face already gave her friend the answer she was looking for.

“I don’t think I want to know more about that” Mel commented, raising her hands in the air as they both giggled.

“I can only tell you that I was sitting on Roger’s stool, behind his drums” Chelsea replied, trying to act the part of the innocent girl. Mel waved her hand in front of her face.

“Enough! Thank you!” they both started to laugh out loud, before their eyes fell on the group of people standing in the garden, a few meters away from them “Do you really believe we were able to survive almost an entire month all together? I mean, with those four drama queens, quarrels and fights are always behind the corner!” Mel said, making Chelsea chuckle.

“Yes, if we don’t consider Roger’s reclusion in the cupboard, we can say that everything went better than I expected it to go” Chelsea replied, crossing her arms on her chest. Mel laughed and pulled her closer by putting an arm behind her shoulders.

“Can you believe it all started because Mary and I invited you to that party at Ealing?” Chelsea asked her, still looking at John, Roger, Freddie and Brian.

“It feels so crazy to think about it now” Mel felt her heart bursting with love “and can you believe it all started because of that stupid Tom you used to call your boyfriend?” they laughed again in unison.

“I almost forgot about him, oh my God! The last time I saw him was when we broke up outside Biba” Chelsea smiled and looked at Mel, who was already smiling at her.

“He was a prick anyway” she commented, making both of them giggle “and, to be honest, I wouldn’t imagine Roger being this happy with any other girl” she sincerely said to Chelsea, who pouted like a kid before throwing her arms behind her neck to hug her. Mel tried to find a position that felt normal but that, at the same time, wouldn’t reveal her small bump, which was starting to be not that small anymore.

She believed in the words she had just said, but the conversation she had had with John some days before, left a bitter taste in her mouth and she was really hoping that he was wrong about all the Roger and Chrissie’s situation.

“I think the same about you and John” Chelsea said, pulling away “and, believe it or not, we owe it all to Mary and Freddie, who couldn’t keep a secret” she patted Mel on the shoulder.

“You’re so right! Gosh, do you remember that day?!”

“It’s impossible to forget a day like that, I mean Roger almost hit John with a bloody chair!” they were soon in tears again caused by the laughter. Mel rested her hand on Chelsea shoulder, but when she was about to say something, someone coughed behind their backs.

They both turned around to find Mary and Chrissie looking at them. Mary was tapping her foot on the ground, but a cocky smile was painted on her face.

“You should thank me and not talk behind my back, you bitches!” she said, walking closer, followed by Chrissie who was smiling as well.

“Did you hear yourself? You’re starting to talk exactly like Freddie!” Chelsea said, encircling her waist with her arm, as Mary pinched her hip.

“Says the one who just used the word bloody!” she sassily replied, receiving a friendly eye roll as a response.

Mary was still smiling and she tried to ignore the knot that was tightening her stomach after Chelsea said Freddie’s name. Things weren’t going very well between them, but Mary didn’t want to ruin that moment with her girls, so she tried to act as natural as possible.

The four girls all turned around to look at their four boys walking towards the recording studios followed by the producers, as the sun was starting to get low behind the horizon.

“Do you think they’re gonna like the album?” Chrissie’s concerned voice woke up all the girls from their distracted thoughts and they all looked at her. Mel lovely smiled and pulled her closer.

“I’m sure they’re gonna love it!” Mary replied and they all nodded along.

“Our boys…” Chelsea commented, mumbling more to herself than to her friends. But they all heard her words and couldn’t help but agree with her.

“I mean, they could be stupid, like very, very stupid…” Mary joked.

“And very loud and dramatic!” Mel added, imitating Freddie’s moves.

“But we love them” Chrissie completed the sentence.

“Yeah. We love them because they are our boys” Chelsea said once again and they all smiled to each other, before walking inside the house, leaving the by now dark sky behind their backs.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 23

Summary Chapter 23: This chapter is dedicated to John and Melissa (Please mind the warnings).

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: SMUT. Hella load of smut again. Oral sex(male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex(stay safe y’all). PLEASE read only if you’re 18+

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The sun was setting on the fields nearby. A ray of warm, orange light peeked through the blinds to lay on the girl’s legs, warming them pleasantly.

Melissa enjoyed the quiet of the moment, reading a book on quantistic entanglement in the attic at the highest floor of the farm that had been their house for the past two weeks. The small, low-roofed room was painted in the colours of the sunset: the cupboards and the worn-out sofa where the girl was laying, reflecting the light of the dying sun. Mel smiled to herself, amused by the quietness of that place: she had discovered it while she was exploring the second floor some days before and she had tried to sneak up there as much as she could, to rest her mind from all the drama and her body from the incredible heat of the end-of-July sun.

She was mindlessly rubbing her lower tummy, as if she wanted to cuddle and protect the one growing inside of it. Her conversation with John from a few days prior had been stuck in her head since: she had surely felt reassured by his support and his constant attentions, but every now and then, her deepest fears popped up in her head and she could not help but worry at how difficult it would have been when John would be away. She had struggled so much during the past two years, dealing with his absence, that she couldn’t even think how much she would have missed him once there would have been another person to take care of besides herself.

She tried to focus more on her reading, desperately looking for a distraction from her poisonous thoughts. She was startled awake from her thoughts by a voice:

“So this is your spot” John peeked his head through the trap-door on the floor, climbing goofily through it and closing it behind him.

Mel giggled seeing him struggle.

“I wanted some time alone”

John nodded slightly, stepping closer and crashing on the couch next to her, making the rusted springs squeak a little.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, studying her face.

Mel nodded and exhaled silently “Yeah baby”. She gave him a small smile and then turned to read at the book she had in her lap.

He rested his head on her shoulder and gazed outside the window; he could see why she liked it up there: there was a stunning view of the fields circling the farm. Mel brought her hand to his cheek, caressing him gently and sometimes intertwining her fingers in his hair.

They stayed like that for a while, before he took her hand in his and gave a little peck on it. Mel smiled, pretending to be reading and trying to ignore the shiver that had spiralled down her arm, to her chest. Damn you, hormones, she thought to herself, you had me all emotional and worried two minutes ago. Now I’m as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy. She had realized in the past few days that she found that the pregnancy made her more… erotically charged than usual.

John knew exactly what he was doing. He grinned mischievously and slightly turned himself so that he had access to her neck and began leaving small kisses behind her ear, towards her shoulder. Mel inhaled sharply, feeling her heart beat speed up under his touch; she found it extremely hot when he teased her like that and her charged hormones did not help in keeping it cool. She bit her bottom lip and forced herself to resist, pretending to be reading again.

That only made John grin even wider, as he began sucking gently the skin at the base of her neck, making her exhale harshly. He stood back admiring the mark he had left and then kissed it softly, while placing his hand on her groin.

Mel was startled by his gesture and realized she wouldn’t have resisted much more without touching him. John pressed his middle finger against her sensitive part through her pants and that was enough for Mel to snap her book and throw it on the floor.

“Enough with the teasing, you” she leered as she shifted quickly and chained her lips to his, the kiss heated and needy.

John smiled against her lips “You play hard to get, I want to win the game”

He pressed his fingers more on the spot, drawing a hushed moan from her, as she felt the heat running through her body down to her core.

In a moment of boldness, she placed her hand on his groin and squeezed a little, getting a guttural moan from him. He pulled back to look her in her eyes and all he could see was lust and a bit of mischief. He gave her a crooked smile in return.

“Someone’s needy…” he breathed out.

The girl smirked “You challenged my hormones, now you deal with them”

John chuckled but what left his mouth was a more guttural and deep sound. Mel moved her leg on his other side so that she was now straddling him and sat down right where she had placed her hand. She cupped his face with her hands and brought him in a passionate kiss, while she began to stroke her hips slightly against him. John belted his arms around her back, suffocating moans inside her mouth: he bucked his hips so that he could get more friction and Melissa paced with his rhythm.

She suddenly stopped and climbed off his lap, to adjust herself on the floor beside him: John had his eyes wide open, shocked – and a little turned on – by her sudden boldness. She fiddled with the button of his jeans, without breaking eye contact with him. He looked her intently while she undid his pants and pulled down his briefs, to release him.

He gulped as he looked her grabbing it and bringing it to her mouth.

“Fuck” he hissed, placing a hand on her hair and caressing it gently. She moved her mouth around him, knowing exactly the right spots to drive him crazy. And even if they had done this a hell lot of times, he never got used to how good it felt. He let his head fall back, while groaning maybe a bit too loud than he should have. He obviously couldn’t think straight.

He could feel himself get closer and closer and when he looked down and met her gaze, he knew he had reached the limit.

Mel stood up and wiped her mouth, grinning innocently, knowing that the thing she had just done was everything but innocent.

John was still panting and trying to catch breath, when he gave her a crooked smile and gripped her arm to drag her down, her back on the couch. She squealed at the unexpected move and chuckled a little. John hovered her body and began kissing her passionately. He could taste himself on her lips and he felt the excitement rush back on him. He slid a hand under her shirt and began massaging her breast, drawing hushed moans from the girl.

She got rid of her shirt and helped him get rid of his, before cupping his jaw and kissing him again. John slipped a hand in the waistband of her trousers and her undies, pulling them down on one side.

Mel chuckled against his lips: that move always tickled her. She lifted her waist so that he could pull them off and throw them on the floor.

John bent down again to leave a trail of wet kisses from her chest, down to her belly. He smiled against her skin when got to the bump that had formed at the end of it. He looked up at her: Mel was breathing heavily, but she was smiling too, her hand reached out to caress his cheek lovingly.

John went up again to kiss her gently on the lips, while a hand slid to her clit and began circling it. Mel whimpered for the surprise and tightened the grip on his shoulders.

“John…” she hushed, letting her head fall back, a rush of pleasure down her spine.

He grinned and climbed off her, positioning himself between her legs, spreading her thighs enough to slid his fingers inside of her, while leaving small kisses at the end of her belly. Mel moaned loudly and brought her hands to his hair, to have something to hold on to.

He trailed his mouth lower and lower, until he reached her clit: he began sucking and twirling his tongue around it, his fingers still moving inside of her. She brought a hand on her mouth to contain her screams, sure that everybody downstairs could have easily heard them.

She could feel herself getting closer, and when John twisted his fingers in a new direction she cried out his name.

“Fuck, John… ’m close–” she managed to say. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of her and into his mouth; he grinned cockily and hovered her again, leaning down to kiss her neck eagerly.

She exhaled harshly when he slid inside her and she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him down. John groaned at her move and began thrusting deeper, making her moan loudly his name. He could feel he was close again, when Mel put a hand on his chest and looked him mischievously in the eyes.

She rolled over him, so that John was now laying on the couch and she was straddling him. John widened his eyes as she began circling her hips on his.

“Fuck, Melissa” he cried out and she widened her eyes by the surprise of hearing him call her by her full name: she wasn’t ashamed to admit to herself how much that turned her on.

She quickened the pace, breathing heavily just as much as he was, and leaned down to kiss him in the crook of his neck.

Moving their hips at that particular angle, they both knew they were close; with one last thrust John knew that he had reached the limit and crashed on the couch, his hips bucking slower and slower. Melissa followed him right after and as her movements died down, she collapsed on his chest.

They were panting almost in unison and John wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her tight. He placed a kiss on her head and began stroking her hair softly.

“I love you so much, Mel” John whispered to her ear.

Mel felt emotional in that very moment. She sniffled and pressed her head further into John’s chest, as if she wanted to disappear into it.

John immediately lifted his head up “Are you alright babe?”

“Yeah–” she sniffled again “-yeah, I’m sorry. Of course I love you too baby” she lifted her head up and kissed him softly on the lips, before sliding off him and laying down next to him, hand on his chest and snuggling under his shoulder.

“Did something happen? Did someone upset you?” he asked thoughtfully.

Mel shook her head.

“Did I upset you?” he was now actually worried he had done something wrong.

“No… no honey, it’s not about you…” she sniffled again but smiled slightly looking up to him.

“Then what is it?”

Melissa took a deep, shaky breath to find the voice she needed to explain to him what had been going on in her mind in the past few days.

“I’m scared John” she stroked his chest, unable to look at him in the eyes “and I know this was supposed to be a hot and casual shag and I usually don’t cry in these situations but I feel like my emotions are taking over and I probably ruined the atmosphere and-”

“Shh baby, please calm down” John placed a hand on hers, picked it up and kissed it softly “You didn’t ruin anything, darling. Believe it or not I had not come up here to shag” he patted a hand on her shoulder “That was a pleasant turn of events” he added and Mel chuckled against his skin.

He smiled, glad he had slightly lifted her mood “I’m here for you, you know that?”

She nodded on his chest, softly kissing his side and then resting her head on it again.

“Do you feel like talking about it?” he gently asked brushing her hair with his fingers.

Mel lifted her head up to look at him in the eyes.

“I’m scared I won’t be able to handle this” she placed a hand on the bottom of her belly, where she knew a new life had started growing.

John softly smiled at her and dragged her up to him so that their faces were at the same level.

“How can you even think that?” he kissed the tip of her nose.

“John I’m not even twenty-four, for Christ’s sake!” she breathed out exasperated “I don’t know the first thing about pregnancy! And what is more: my whole family does not have a clue of all this! We are not even married and I don’t know how they might take all this and-” she was rambling again, but she stopped to study his expression: she was not sure she wanted to say the last thing she had in mind, too afraid of his reaction.

She sighed: it was too late to hold it back “-and I know for sure you guys are gonna leave for America in November and I will be stuck here all alone” she started sobbing in the middle of the sentence.

John could feel his heart sink at those words: of course he had thought of that, but his heart broke hearing that it was causing her pain.

“Mel… Melissa, look at me” he lifted her chin up “you won’t be alone”

He lifted his eyebrow “You hear me? You won’t be alone. We will make sure you have all the help you need, alright?”

She was staring at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

“How?” she cried out “How will you help me while you’re on the other side of the Atlantic?!”

John was feeling his chest imploding “We’ll plan everything through and we’ll make sure you are always in the reach of somebody that can help you. A familiar face…”

She looked down on his chest, pouting like a little girl “It won’t be the same” she whispered.

John sighed “Mel, you have no idea how much my heart aches seeing you like this…” she looked up to meet his gaze “If it was for me, I’d cancel everything out and shift the tour for a few months or for whatever time it takes, so that I could be with you every single moment…”

“That would be great…” Melissa said sarcastically and he softly chuckled.

“I know it would… But it doesn’t depend on me and-”

“-and you can’t do this to the band, yeah, I know”

“It’s not only that… the band is my life and my work now… I really wish I cared a little bit less about it”

“It’s wonderful that you do, honey, you shouldn’t give it up” she said, then sighed “I’m sorry if I’m being irrational and selfish, but I can’t help it…” she brushed a hand on his bare chest and softly kissed his side “…I want you all for myself”

John smiled and noticed tears still running on her cheeks “My love, please don’t cry”

“I’m not crying” she lied, wiping her cheeks with her free hand “See? I’m okay” but her nasal voice betrayed her.

“You amaze me a little more every day” he placed a kiss on the top of her head “Do you feel better now?”

Melissa pressed her lips together and then puffed “The fact that stands is that I don’t know a single bloody thing about how to raise a child”

“You don’t?” John asked, faking surprise “Didn’t you practice on Roger?” he tried to lighten the mood but Melissa threw him a small slap on his tummy, making him whimper and then chuckle.

“I’m serious, John” she scoffed and massaged her temple with her free hand.

He became more serious, but kept a smile on his lips “Mel, I know you’re scared and all of this was unexpected, but the thing that is going on here-” and he placed a hand on the small bump on her tummy “-is a wonderful thing, my love”

Melissa puffed “I know it is John. But that doesn’t mean I’ll know how to act around it!”

John giggled at her loss of temper and Melissa looked at him dead serious in the eyes.

“I’m sorry Mel, I didn’t mean to make fun of you. I just think that your argument is ridiculous”

She gasped “You’re lucky we just shagged, because, with that attitude, you’d be thirsting for weeks”

She said that with such an amount of sass that they both burst out laughing. She gave him a light punch anyway, to punish him for having made fun of her.

John sighed “What I wanted to say, is that Melissa Taylor is the most loving, caring and selfless person I know on this planet” he stopped to look at her in the eyes and cup her face with his hand “and she’s gonna be a great mom”.

She gave him a small smile and tried to look down but he forced to lock their eyes again “This baby. Our baby will receive all the love and all the care they deserve: from you” he chastely kissed her on the lips “from me” he kissed her cheek “and from the whole band” he kissed her forehead.

He looked into her eyes and smiled fondly “Even more love then recommended by doctors, ‘m telling you”

Mel genuinely chuckled and leaned forward to cast a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, John Deacon” she said with a smile on her face, just a few inches from his lips.

His smile widened “I love you too, Melissa Taylor”

They hugged tight once more before he suggested they cleaned the mess they had made. Mel giggled and flushed looking around the small room. They put their clothes back on and while Mel picked up the few things she had brought, John picked up the damped and wrinkly cloth on which they had laid upon on the couch.

Mel was sincerely calmer after their conversation: things were definitely not sorted out quite yet, but he had soothed her rumbling mind and she actually thought they could have worked it all out. Together, as a team.

And she meant the whole team: Roger and Chelsea, Brian and Chrissie, Freddie and Mary. They were even more than the team by now: they were a family.

The sun had set a while back, and the room was slowly sinking into the darkness. As they climbed down the stairs to reach the lowly-lit hallway on the second floor, Melissa had a peaceful smile on her face and John could not have been happier to see her that way. When their eyes met, both their smiles grew wider and he inched forward to kiss her fondly.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 20

Summary Chapter 20: This chapter is dedicated to Roger and Chelsea. (Please read the warnings)

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: Hella load of SMUT. Oral sex(male receiving), unprotected sex(stay safe y’all), a pool table is involved, so... you’ve been warned. PLEASE read only if you're 18+

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Chelsea was distractingly playing with her spoon in the half-empty tea’s cup. She looked over to see the same annoyed expression on Mel’s face.

They both smiled at each other.

“What time is it?” Chelsea asked, getting up to lay her back against the wall near the window. She looked outside: green fields and nothing else.

“It’s a quarter past three” Mel mumbled, sipping from her cup. Chelsea sighed and kept watching the skies outside. They’d been at the farm for just a couple of days and Chelsea was already starting to get bored since the boys spent very little time with them because they had to record the album. Chrissie and Mary had disappeared and Chel sighed, turning around to face Mel.

“I’m going to explore this place. There must be something to do!” she said, leaving the cup on the kitchen’s counter “do you want to come with me?” she asked Mel, turning around to face her. She scrolled her shoulders.

“I think I’ll lay down for a couple of hours. I’m a little bit sleepy…” she added and hoped not to hear any kind of question coming from her friend. She looked up at her, while subtly caressing her tummy and saw a little smirk appearing on Chel’s face.

“I get it. Thanks. No details” Chelsea replied, sure that she was tired because she had spent a night of passion with John. They both laughed and Mel felt kind of relieved when Chelsea walked out the room, gently rubbing on her shoulder on her way out. She abandoned herself on the chair and smiled, looking down at her tummy, caressing it softly.

That farm was probably the most uninteresting place Chelsea had visited! There was literally anything to do. She sighed, while she kept walking around, outside and inside, opening every door to see if there was something else, other than bedrooms.

She raised an eyebrow when, behind a heavy, wooden door, she found a pool hall. Chelsea entered the room, incredulous that she had finally found something to do. Or, at least, something different than what she had seen so far.

The table to play pool was in the middle of the room, covered with a blanket. Above her head, a pretty pink chandelier was hanging from the ceiling, while against the wall, near the table, there was a cupboard, with some white and blue vases on top. Chelsea caressed them gently with her finger, while she was studying the room with her eyes. She opened the cupboard, to find all the balls to play pool.

She turned around and, with only one gesture, she removed the blanket and found herself caught in a dust’s cloud. She coughed a little and put the blanket on a little sofa behind her. Chelsea’s mind started to run wild and she couldn’t help herself, but imaging Roger’s hands on her hips as he was trying to teach her how to play properly. They hadn’t had a rough shag in a while and, in that moment, Chelsea felt the need to be fucked on that table by her boyfriend.

She scrolled her head and decided that to distract herself, she could have played. Or at least, she could have tried. She reached for the balls in the cabinet and then she took in her hand the pool cue that was placed in the corner of the nearest wall. She observed the silver triangle and put the balls inside of it. She had played only once, many years before, when she was just a child and used to hang around with her father when he went to the pub with his friends, while her mother was busy working all day. Chelsea smiled at the memory, imaging herself as a little kid again between the arms of her lovely parents. She smiled even brighter, remembering the first time Roger met them, almost three years before. He was so nervous, but his father knew he was good for her daughter when he saw the way he was looking at her during dinner. Once again Chelsea smiled and scrolled her head, trying to concentrate on the game.

After almost an hour she abandoned herself on the couch, sighing loudly; she felt like a total bum and decided to give up. She was barely able to properly hit a ball and playing alone wasn’t all that fun. She let the pool cue fall on the floor near her and she rested her head on the couch. Chelsea’s eyes were lost on the ceiling, as she felt her lashes getting heavier and knew her mind was running wild thinking about her boyfriend. She soon fell asleep with Roger’s face painted in front of her closed eyes.

Chelsea was dreaming of her boyfriend’s lips on her, of his long fingers touching her body. She was moaning in pleasure, as the sensation was starting to get more real by the minute, but when she heard a real moan escaping her mouth she immediately woke up and found Roger sat next to her, with his lips pressed on her neck. A cocky smile appeared on his face. Chelsea pulled away a little, with her cheeks flushed and the embarrassed expression of someone, who knows has just been caught.

“Hi gorgeous” he whispered, kissing her softly. Chelsea smiled back and got again closer to him.

“How long have you been here?” she asked him, while with her hand she started to caress his bare chest, that was showing because of the open shirt. Damn you and your damned unbuttoned shirts Chelsea thought to herself, while her nails were teasing his skin.

“More or less… twenty minutes. You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to wake you up” his fingers were now rubbing her face gently “but then I heard you moaning my name and I couldn’t resist anymore” Roger bit his bottom lip, as Chelsea’s mouth fell open and she covered her face with her hands. She heard him laugh and then he got up to approach the pool table.

“Were you playing all alone?” he asked, tracing the wood of the table with his index finger, as his eyes were locked in Chelsea’s ones. She bit her bottom lip, never breaking eye contact.

“I tried to play” she got up too and got closer to him, laying her back against the table “but I’m a total loser” they both chuckled and he placed himself in front of her.

“I can teach you if you want” Chelsea knew he was hinting at other things and decided to play his game. She grinned and nodded, then slowly walked to take another pool cue and handed it to him. Roger took it in his hand and squared her up; his eyes travelled from her soft lips, to the neckline, as he could already spy the curve of her breasts. He was so turned on in that moment, but he tried to act cool and smiled at her.

“Let’s play then” Roger announced and Chelsea smiled back.

A few minutes later Chelsea was bent down the table and Roger was behind her, his chest pressed against her back. His arms were stretched over Chelsea, as his hands were on hers trying to teach her the right way to hit the ball. He was hoping that his bulge wasn’t that evident, while his hips were dangerously close to Chelsea’s butt. Seeing her in that position wasn’t helping at all.

“It’s not difficult” Roger whispered in her ear, as Chelsea was letting him guide her through every single movement. His face appeared on her shoulder and, even if he was still talking about pool, Chelsea’s eyes were studying his lips. Roger noticed it when he turned to face her, their noses were touching and their mouths were just a few inches apart. In a second Chelsea crashed her lips against Roger’s, making him moan in surprise and relief at the same time, since he knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist for much longer.

They quickly changed their positions, so that Chelsea was sitting on the table and Roger was between her legs. She started to kiss his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure, while with her hands she was stroking his chest and quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Someone’s needy today” Roger said, trying to catch his breath, as Chelsea’s hands were tinkering with his belt. She didn’t reply, as a response she smirked and jumped down the table, to get on her knees. Roger was speechless as he lowered his head to look at her. He was sure he had never seen her so excited and started to wonder if it was his fault, that didn’t give her enough attentions. His thoughts were interrupted shortly after when he felt her hands caressing his thighs.

Chelsea slowly took off his belt and started to unbutton his jeans. She looked up to him and Roger let out a hushed moan, still astonished by her lust. She put her hands on his waists and, always with slow movements, she started to lower his jeans, until they reached his ankles.

“Someone’s needy today” Chelsea joked when she saw the bulge in Roger’s boxer. She placed her hand on it and Roger couldn’t help himself, but moan out loud. Soon Chelsea removed also his boxers, revealing his erection. She grinned knowing that it was her fault.

“Honey stop teasing, please” he whined, when Chelsea started to caress him gently and slowly. She smirked and kept stroking him up and down his length, as guttural sounds were coming out from Roger’s mouth.

“Look at you Taylor, begging me to please you” she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. The black of his pupils had covered all the blue in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed red. Chelsea started to lick his tip mischievously and Roger let out a high squeak, unable to control himself.

“Honey, plea-” Chelsea cut him off, by taking him in her mouth without warning. Roger moaned a loud fuck and placed his fingers in her hair. He wasn’t guiding her, she knew what he wanted, but in that moment Roger felt totally powerless and the only thing he could do was stroking her brunette locks and moaning her name.

Chelsea started to go faster and looked at him under her lashes; Roger was a total mess, with his head abandoned backwards and his lips slightly parted. From his mouth were coming out hot puffs and hushed moans, as he felt he was getting closer.

He looked at her and bit his bottom lip. His hand was still behind her head and he started to move her closer to his hips. Chelsea moaned against him and Roger tried to hold on, because he didn’t want to come. Not in her mouth at least.

He suddenly pulled away and Chelsea looked up at him with a confused face. Roger helped her to get up and immediately pushed her against the table to kiss her passionately. He wanted to be inside her so bad and he knew that, if he would’ve let her going on, he wouldn’t have lasted more than five minutes. She whimpered against his lips and intertwined her fingers in his hair. He made her turn around, so she was again bent over the table. She groaned when his hands rubbed her trough the material of her trousers.

“You’ve been a naughty girl” he whispered in her ear, as his hands were squeezing her butt. Chelsea moaned and smile at the same time, because she was finally getting what she wanted.

“Yes. Meddows” she added and Roger chuckled, as he pulled down her trousers and her panties with just one movement. Slower than what she expected, Roger started to thrust into her, making her cry out his name. Chelsea was still adjusting herself on his length when her mind reminded her that it was the first time that Roger was being inside of her without a condom. The feeling of his bare erection entering her folds made her moan even louder, feeling a completely new wave of pleasant sensations.

“You feel so good” he mumbled as he placed his hands on her hips. Chelsea started to move her body against his and Roger gasped in pleasure. His fingers pressed on her skin, surely leaving a couple of red marks. But Chelsea didn’t care, she let him thrust faster in and out of her, as he was groaning and breathing just a few inches away from her ear. They were both a moaning mess, knowing that probably everyone was hearing them in that moment.

Roger pulled out again, making Chelsea whimper. She turned around to see him sitting on the sofa; he patted on his thigh and Chelsea got closer. She pulled her t-shirt up her head and tossed her bra on the floor, standing completely naked in front of him. Roger watered his lips with his tongue and removed his shirt as well, making it slide down his arms and throwing it on the floor near Chelsea’s clothes. She smirked and took her time to get closer to him. She approached him and, without breaking eye contact, she sat down on his length, making both of them moan in unison.

“Fuck!” Roger hissed when Chelsea started to ride him. She placed her hands on his chest to keep him still, with his back rested on the couch. Seeing her moaning and taking control over his body was driving Roger crazy, as her hips were slowly rolling, dictating the rhythm. He leaned softly his palms on her waist, but, between the moans, Chelsea pulled them away.

“Keep your hands off, Meddows” she slightly smirked, bouncing faster on him. Roger tried to reply, but a loud moan left his lips when he felt his penis hitting a certain spot inside of her. Chelsea was moaning as well and Roger exploited that moment in which she was lost in her own pleasure to stretch his arms close to her body. With his fingers, he started to play with her nipples making her cry his name. He gently massaged her breasts, knowing that Chelsea loved being touched like that. He kept touching and pinching on her nipples, making Chel whimper and shiver. She put her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them hard and allowing him to move; Roger immediately put his hands on her back to have her chest closer to his face and he started to kiss her breasts, causing her to moan louder. Chelsea was pulling Roger’s hair, as his lips were still travelling on her hot skin, leaving love bites all over her body. His tongue pressed on her jaw and Roger licked his way up to her ear, gently nibbling her earlobe. Chelsea was still rolling her hips, now faster and sloppier, while her nails were leaving red marks on his back.

“Rog – I’m getting closer” Chelsea admitted and Roger smirked on her skin. She took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. Roger tried to resist, but moaned on her lips and Chelsea knew he was close too. He put his hand on her hips and started to thrust harder, causing her back to arch. Roger attached his mouth to her neck and, a few seconds later, Chelsea couldn’t hold it anymore and came crying his name out loud. Roger soon followed her, groaning in her ear and filling her with his hot juices, that were now dripping down Chelsea’s thighs. He kept thrusting into her until they were completely off their orgasms and Chelsea felt so oversensitive that had to pull him out of her.

Chelsea abandoned herself on his sweaty chest, breathless, and Roger started to caress her back while kissing her head softly.

“I love you” he mumbled and Chelsea lifted her chin up to look at him. She left a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I love you too Roger” she hugged him and snuggled on his chest, as his hands were still gently rubbing her skin. He leaned down on the sofa, taking Chelsea with him. As his fingers were caressing her back and stroking her messy hair, Roger realised that he had just come into her without using a condom.

“Shit!” he shouted, making Chelsea jump in surprise “we did it without… I mean, I forgot to put on the…” he was stuttering and avoiding his girlfriend’s eyes, as she had her chin rested on his chest. She chuckled and cut him off with a soft kiss on the lips, feeling his muscles relaxing under her touch.

“Do you really think I didn’t notice that?” she joked making him blush; she reached his cheek with her hand and caressed him gently “don’t worry honey, it was magical and I really enjoyed it. And seeing you flush like that has no price” Chelsea bit her bottom lip and Roger, giggling, started to tickle her hips, making her laugh.

They soon got up and put on their clothes, after they tried to clean a little bit themselves and the mess they had done, but immediately collapsed again on the sofa to cuddle. Chelsea was nestled under his arm, while her hand was caressing his tummy. Roger had his head tilted on hers and with his fingers he was drawing circles and patterns on her skin.

They were interrupted by the door opening, John and Freddie followed by Mel made their entrance. Chelsea kept her head on Roger’s shoulder as she greeted all of them with a shy hello.

“So you discovered the pool room” John said and sat down next to Chelsea.

“Something tells me you didn’t play pool. Am I wrong darlings?” Freddie joked and rested his back against the wooden cabinet.

“What are you talking about?” Roger replied, snapping his head in his direction. John tried to smile, but he knew how that situation was going to end and, even if Melissa looked quite amused, he was still pissed off and worried for Chelsea, as the conversation between the blond drummer and Chrissie was still echoing inside his mind.

“This room fucking smells like sex and, not to sound rude love, but you were screaming so loud that it was impossible not to hear you” he replied pointing at Chelsea. She blushed and hid on Roger’s chest, as Mel was laughing along with Freddie and John was softly chuckling.

“You’re just jealous of our amazing sex life” Roger said and got up. He took Chelsea by the hand and approached the door.

“Oh c’ mon darlings, where are you going?” Freddie protested and sat down next to John, followed by Mel who leaned her head on her boyfriend’s arm. Roger looked at Chelsea’s face and they both smirked as if they could read each other’s mind.

“Round two” Roger proudly said and, before heading out, he turned around and added “I wouldn’t seat there if I were you” they both left the room, laughing and hugging each other, while Freddie’s voice was shouting in the distance:

“What the fuck did you do on this fucking sofa?!”

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 24

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Summary Chapter 24: Brian can’t figure out some lyrics from his new song. John has something very important to tell Brian and Chelsea and when he sees them alone in the studio, he thinks that’s his chance...

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: None! Some curse words and maybe some reference to sexual times, but this one’s pure fluff. So, you’re safe folks 💕

A/N: Hi there! After a long hiatus, here we are with another chapter! This is structured just like 21 and 22: if you’ve read them, you’ll know they are developed around one song from A Night At The Opera. Specifically, this one’s about Brian, so we choose probably one of our favourites songs by the curly spaceman. Let us know what you think, lovesies 💖😏 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!⭐💗

From where she was laying, Chelsea could see his curly hair bouncing then and there, his head lowered to look at his own long fingers touching the guitar to make her sing.

His lips were slightly parted, as he used to keep them every time he was very concentrated onto something. His eyebrows furrowed while he kept humming to himself.

“Chel, what do you think about that part?” Brian asked, calling the girl’s attention. She raised her head from the book and sat down on the sofa stretching her back. She got up and approached the tall, curly boy to sit down on a stool next to him.

Brian smiled softly, before playing a beautiful melody that almost made Chelsea cry. He started to hum along with the rhythm as Chelsea was watching him incredulous, amazed by his talent.

“Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away.

Don’t you hear me calling you?

Write your … something – he chuckled and kept playing along – for the day I take your hand in the land that … someone knew”

He giggled again and stopped playing. Chelsea had shivers inside every bone of her body.

“Bri, that’s… it’s a beautiful song” she felt like crying and Brian noticed; he flushed and caressed the back of his head, looking at the ground.

“Thank you Chel, really. And it’s not over yet, so I guess it can only get better” he sat down on the other stool across the room, just a few steps away from where she was.

He stretched his arm until he reached the mixer and took a piece of paper in his hands. Chelsea got up and walked towards him; she positioned herself behind him and Brian moved his shoulder a little bit so that she could read the lyrics of the song. Chelsea nodded along and Brian patiently waited, knowing that it was her I’m having an idea kind of face.

“Write your letters in – she snapped her fingers – in the sand! For the day I take your hand in the land that our families knew” Chelsea sang the song, trying to remember the exact rhythm Brian was singing earlier.

“The part of the letters in the sand it’s great, but…” he nibbled the pencil and looked at the unfinished refrain, squeezing his mind to find the perfect words. Chelsea nodded along, as if she could read his thoughts.

“I got it!” he almost shouted, making her jump in surprise “in the land that our grandchildren knew” Brian got up and took the guitar, then nodded at the piece of paper to invite Chelsea to sing along with him. She smiled back and dragged the stool in front of him, then gave him a head nod and, after mouthing one-two-three-four, Brian started playing.

The air of the recording studio was filled with their voices, mixed together as they sang in unison, following the amazingly beautiful guitar’s sound that was produced by Brian’s expert fingers.

“Don't you hear my call though you're many years away

Don't you hear me calling you?

Write your letters in the sand

For the day I take your hand

In the land that our grandchildren knew”

Chelsea had a proud expression written all over her face as she kept nodding to herself, looking down on the lyrics’ paper. Brian sighed relieved and got up to position the guitar at its place, before approaching the mixer and starting pulling and pushing some buttons. Chelsea noticed and walked towards him.

“Please, tell me you weren’t recording!” she said through the chuckles and he followed her, giggling along. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll adjust the volume and your voice will disappear. And it’s just a demo, I mean it’s only the refrain of the song” he mumbled, kneeling down to check if everything was working since he was struggling a little with the engine in front of him.

“And-” he added, getting up and putting a hand on Chel’s shoulder “–you don’t sing that bad. You should consider a singing career” Brian commented, waving his index finger in the air, giving Chelsea his back and walking towards the sofa. He fell down and bounced on the cushions, tapping his side to invite Chelsea to join him.

She rolled her eyes as she dragged her feet until she reached the couch.

“So, basically, what is this song about?” she asked when she sat down and looked up at him. Brian slightly smiled and stretched his arm behind the back of the couch.

“It’s the story of a group of scientists that leave earth to explore the universe. They stay away just one year, but time works differently in space, so when they come back home they discover that one hundred years has passed” Chelsea was listening to him talking with her mouth open and she had the same face of children listening to a fairy tale for the very first time.

“That’s some deep shit Bri, Jesus” she wiped away a tear making him flush and giggle again “I’m sure as hell the others will love it! Especially your scientist-pal, Mel” she leaned her head on the back of the sofa and looked up at him with a smiley face. Brian laughed a little.

“I hope she will… Talking about the others, did your boyfriend lock himself in some cupboard again?” he joked and Chelsea covered her face with her hands, feeling the laughter growing in her throat.

“I still can’t believe he did something like that” she replied chortling and Brian shook his head.

“Me neither, but hey, we’re talking about Roger, so…” he raised his hands and Chelsea nodded along.

“Yeah, it’s a very Rog thing” she smiled to herself and Brian noticed her lost sight “but I still love that dork with all my heart” the curly boy bowed his head and smiled as well. Chelsea noticed his strange expression.

“What?” she asked him, giggling because she already knew he was about to say something stupid about him or them as a couple.

“Nothing. I just know you so well that I can predict what you’re about to say by just looking at your face” Brian joked, meeting her gaze. Chelsea blushed and gave him a soft push with her shoulder.

“I mean, by now I think everyone knows I’m completely and miserably in love with that blond idiot, who writes songs about cars and locks himself inside cupboards”

“Yeah. But I’m perfectly sure that the blond idiot is way more miserably and deeply in love with you. It almost looks like he has something in mind, because I’ve never seen him so happy and stupid. It’s your fault” he mocked her again and got up to reach his water bottle. Chelsea giggled, but Brian’s words were echoing in her head.

“Bri?” he hummed in response, taking a long sip of fresh water “So you noticed that Roger is being different, right?”

“Maybe it’s some Taylors’ thing. Mel is strange as well in this period. Perhaps they’re like that when they’re in love” he scrolled his shoulders and Chelsea nodded along. A shiver of excitement and curiosity ran through her body, as she thought about Roger preparing something special for her.

“But don’t think about that too much, you know, we’re still talking about Roger, so it doesn’t matter what we’re thinking about, he will always have a trick up his sleeve that we would not expect” Brian added, resting his back against the mixer and looking down at Chelsea.

“You’re absolutely right” she nodded along, then rested her elbows on her knees to cup her own face in her palms “and with Chrissie? It looks like everything’s great” a little smirk appeared on Chelsea’s face and Brian giggled, absentmindedly playing with the plastic bottle in his hands.

“She’s great” he finally commented, flushing and smiling. Chelsea smiled back as the smirk got wider on her lips; Brian noticed and gave her an interrogatively gaze.

“Oh nothing” she replied carelessly, scrolling her shoulders “I was just thinking about a couple of things”

“Then tell me” Brian cut her off, dying of curiosity, but when he noticed her cocky expression he knew she wouldn’t have said a thing until he would have begged her to do so.

He rolled his eyes “Chel, you’re slowly turning yourself into a little asshole just like your boyfriend! Can you please tell me what you were thinking about?” he sassily rested his hand on his bony hip and Chelsea laughed a little.

“Fine, but just because you begged me assuming that pose” she pointed at him and he rolled his eyes “I was thinking that, first of all you should thank me, because if it wasn’t for me that had literally pushed you to talk to her after that concert, she wouldn’t be your girlfriend today” Chelsea raised her chin a bit and looked at him. Brian understood what she wanted him to do.

“Thank you Chelsea” he chanted “You’re impossible!” he then added chuckling, followed by Chelsea who chuckled as well.

“And second of all, I was assuming that everything was great because you turned out to be very noisy neighbours too, if you know what I mean…” she bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow. Brian looked at her with his mouth open and red cheeks:

“That’s bullshit!” he spitted out, making Chelsea laugh even more.

“That’s the truth Brian!” she replied, getting up and crossing her arms on her chest “Do you really think that Rog and I didn’t hear you last night?”

“Oh please, shut up” he was trying really hard not to laugh, but he was miserably failing as a wide smile drew on his face soon after he spoke “Do I have to talk about the sounds that we hear almost every night coming from your bedroom?”

“Now, that’s some bullshit. Roger and I are being very quiet, it’s impossible you’ve heard something” Chelsea replied cockily, scrolling her shoulders.

“Yes, if by quiet you mean that we’ve heard the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall followed by your very audible screams, then yeah, I agree with you” Chelsea’s chin fell on the ground when she heard Brian talking like that. She took a step closer just to punch his arm.

“That’s not true! And don’t even make me start, May. You will regret that”

“I know, you were the one that brought up this topic, I was just being shy about my girlfriend” Brian answered, raising his eyebrows as he threw the bottle in the trashcan. Chelsea nodded and smiled along, as he returned on the sofa and she was now the one standing with her back laid against the mixer.

“I am actually becoming a little asshole exactly like my boyfriend”.

“I told you. And I never lie” Brian said and winked at her, receiving an eye roll in response. They stayed both quite for a moment, smiling and looking at each other.

“All jokes asides, I have to thank you Chel” Brian said, caressing his curls on the back of his neck.

“For what Bri? I’m your friend, you don’t need to thank me” Chelsea smiled and approached him, sitting down next to him.

“No, I have to thank you, because you were right before: if you hadn’t been there pushing me to go to talk to her I would have probably lost the chance” he shyly turned his head to meet her eyes. Chelsea patted him on the shoulder and smiled back.

“And I have to thank you also for the song, because you helped me with the lyrics” he added, resting against the soft couch.

“It was nothing. You know I love helping you through your creative process” she answered, laying down too and abandoning herself on the cushions. Brian chuckled and they both stayed in silence again with their eyes lost on the ceiling.

“Chel?” Brian’s interrogative tone broke the stillness once again; Chelsea hummed back without looking at him.

“Do you remember that Christmas party we spent at the hotel in Peterborough?” he asked in a whisper and Chelsea got up to sit down properly, furrowing her eyebrows and finally looking at the curly boy sitting next to her.

“Yes. Why?” her tone was flat, but inside her mind a million questions were flying and running, as a sense of confusion clouded her memories. She immediately thought about Roger and Chrissie and how pissed she was when she discovered they had kissed in the past and for a moment she started to think that Brian knew something she didn’t.

“Do you remember that stupid game Fred-” Chelsea cut him off impatiently.

“Get to the point Bri” her voice harsher than she expected it to be, as the words rolled out from her mouth. When she saw Brian blushing and smiling her nerves softened.

“I don’t know why I’m asking you this, but… was it me?” he looked at her in the eyes, but Chelsea didn’t catch the reference. She raised her eyebrow interrogatively.

“Oh c’mon-” he sighed, getting up and looking down at her “don’t make me say it”

“Bri, I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” Chelsea shouted, sitting at the edge of the sofa and leaning forward as she spoke. Brian sighed once again.

“When Fred asked you if you had any… sexual fantasy about some of us and you didn’t answer… Were you thinking about me?!” he let out a breath and Chelsea felt her heart race and the skin of her cheeks burn.

“What the fuck Brian?! Why are you asking me such a question, now?!” she was embarrassed, but mostly angry at him for making her live again that moment she would have really liked to forget.

“I don’t know! I was just curious I guess… ‘m sorry” he quickly apologized and massaged his temples with his hands. Chelsea deep breathed once or twice before getting up to face him.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you, just confused. I wasn’t expecting such a question from you” she softly said staring at him.

“I asked you because… I don’t know why I did, I just want to clear up that I was just curious! I wasn’t insinuating anything. I mean… I…” he was stuttering, completely in panic and obviously regretting the question he had just asked her.

“Bri, it’s fine. I know you love Chrissie and you know I love Roger, so no problem” she scrolled her shoulders and smiled, even if inside she was still questioning herself on why Brian had brought up that memory.

“I’m still sorry. We were just having a close friends moment, so I felt like it was the right time to ask you that” he blushed once again and Chelsea sighed in relief, finally answering her inner questions on that whole situation.

She was about to reply, when the door of the recording studio opened and John made his entrance. Chelsea subtly took a step away from Brian, as he looked at the ground caressing his neck; they hadn’t done anything wrong but they felt like they had been caught in the middle of something. John interrogatively squared them up as he closed the door behind him.

He immediately thought that it could have been the right moment to talk to them about the doubts and the questions he had on the entire Chrissie and Roger’s situation, since they were finally alone the three of them.

“Is everything okay, guys?” he asked, approaching Chelsea and caressing her arm. She smiled and nodded, as Brian did the same.

“Yes, I was just complimenting Bri on his new song and I was slightly moved by it. It’s really beautiful. And he was being modest as always, obviously” Chelsea said and when John turned to Brian, she winked at the curly boy. He chuckled and Chel could read in his eyes how grateful he was that she had helped him to get away from that whole awkward situation.

“Did you record it?” John asked Brian, walking closer to him and to the mixer.

“Yes, we sang a little piece of the refrain, here’s the lyrics” Brian replied, handing him the piece of paper on which they had worked earlier.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you so you can work. I’m going to check if Roger locked himself somewhere again” Chelsea interrupted them, giggling and before John could stop her she had already approached the door and Brian was talking to him behind his back. He sighed, knowing he had lost his chance to talk to them.

“Deaky?” Brian’s voice recalled his attention and he turned around to face him “I was saying, talking about Roger, did he talk with you?” John could feel the blood freezing inside his veins. Did he find the guts to admit he was having an affair with Chrissie? Did he know something about Mel?

“No. What did- What did he need to tell me?” he replied stuttering. Brian scrolled his head.

“I don’t know, he told me he needed to talk to you when we’re driving here. Actually, he wanted me to be there too, but I told him that he is adult enough to talk with you face to face without my presence” he said, pushing aside some of his curls from his forehead and putting on the earphones to listen to the song again.

John nodded and, with a cheap excuse and a simple wave of his hand, he left the room leaving behind his back a confused Brian. He needed to find Roger and talk to him as soon as possible.

He almost ran down the hallway, and outside the barn, directing himself to the main house. He entered it and, as he started to go up the stairs, he heard Roger’s voice, followed by the ones of Chrissie and Chelsea.

Damn, John thought and when he looked up he saw the three of them approaching him. They all stopped on the same step.

“John, are you okay?” Chelsea asked taking a step closer to him. John studied Roger’s expression and then squared Chrissie up, before meeting his best friend’s gaze. He nodded in a rush.

“Yeah… yes, I mean, Brian told me you had to talk to me” he said, looking over Chelsea’s shoulder to meet Roger’s eyes. The two girls looked at the blond drummer, as he was indicating himself with his index finger. He furrowed his eyebrows and scrolled his shoulders.

“Okay, so I’ll see you later girls” Roger reached for Chelsea and kissed her softly on the lips, before following her with his eyes until she reached the front door where Chrissie was waiting for her.

Once the girls were out “So, mate, what do you need?” Roger broke the silence, putting a cigarette in his mouth and walking past John.

“You should tell me what you need. Brian told me you had to talk with me” John replied, nodding at Roger when he offered him a cigarette. They both walked towards the kitchen and sat down on the wooden chairs; the little room was soon filled with grey clouds of smoke.

“I honestly don’t know what he was talking about” Roger simply said, resting his back against the back of the chair. He could swear he had seen John subtly rolling his eyes, but he decided to ignore that, as he saw him opening his mouth to speak.

“He mentioned the day you were in the car to reach the farm” John said, starting to get annoyed by his unresponsive attitude. He knew something was going on inside Roger’s head and, seeing him being that vague was just confirming the doubts he had on him and his trust.

Roger searched in his memories and finally remembered he had to talk with him about Mel’s strange behaviour. But in that moment, seeing him kind of pissed off, Roger felt like it wasn’t the right time to speak about his sister and he surely didn’t want to argue. For a second he thought he would have been the right moment to tell him about the proposal for Chelsea instead.

“Fine. I’m sorry Rog, but I’m quite busy, I have a couple of ideas in mind for a song” John interrupted his thoughts and Roger looked at him as he got up rapidly “When you remember what you have to tell me, you know where to find me” John stated and, with the cigarette still dangling from his lips, he left the kitchen.

Roger was still sat down there, incredulous and confused, trying to understand what had just happened. He took a hit off his cigarette and he felt his mind getting as cloudy as the air surrounding him.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 22

I’m In Love With My Car

Summary Chapter 22: Roger fights for his song to be on the album: Chelsea’s the only one who can calm him down. Melissa has something very important to tell John.

Word count: 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

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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 Roger’s flannel was the only thing covering her body. When she turned the page to the new chapter, the bedroom’s 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. Chelsea’s 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.

“What exactly are you doing?” Chelsea asked him in a chuckle, as she stretched her arm over the nightstand to put there the book.

“Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you look” 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.

“Why don’t we buy a dog?” Chelsea asked staring at the ceiling, while she was caressing Roger’s tummy and chest. He giggled.

“We can. Why not?” 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.

“Has something happened that I don’t know about?” a shiver of preoccupation ran through Roger’s back; did she know about the wedding proposal? “I mean, you’re happier than usual and it’s been a while since we argued” Chelsea added and he relaxed his muscles, understanding she wasn’t suspecting anything.

“First of all, I’m happy because we’re finally going to live together. And, second of all” saying this he rolled over Chelsea to place himself on top of her “I know why you want to argue, you little minx!” she smirked in response and Roger kissed her on the lips with no hesitation.

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 Roger’s 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 didn’t 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.

“I love you Roger Meddows Taylor” 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 Chelsea’s chest and she started striking his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her body.

“If I hadn’t already come into you an hour ago, this would be probably the best moment for a lazy and slow shag” 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.

“Is it a problem for you if we don’t use the co–” Chelsea cut him off, rolling her eyes.

“How many times did you already ask me this question? No, it’s not a problem Rog. And no, I’m not trying to persuade you to have a baby” she said in a chanting voice’s tone.

“Okay, okay” 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 “I’ve written an amazing song!” he proudly announced and tilted his head a little bit so that his blue eyes were looking directly into Chelsea’s brown ones.

“Can’t wait to hear it, darling” 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 Freddie’s 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 didn’t 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.

“What do you want?” 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.

“Good morning darling. We don’t have time for explanations, we need you downstairs. Now” 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.

“I’m practically naked and outside it’s bloody raining! Where the fuck are we going?” she almost shouted, stressed and confused.

“It’s a few water drops, love! And we only have to reach the barn” Chelsea searched once again for Brian’s face, but when he was about to open his mouth, Freddie cut him off “and, as I told you, we need you. So let’s go chaps!” 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 Freddie’s 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.

“What happened here?” she asked in a rush, joining her friends.

“Chel! Thank God you’re here” Mary started rubbing her arm, but John cut her off with so much attitude in his voice that Chelsea barely recognized him.

“Your boyfriend destroyed everything! And that’s not even the whole thing” Mel interrupted him and Chelsea felt like she was witnessing a tennis match, constantly turning her head from a face to another.

“He was angry because the boys didn’t want to put his song on the album and now-”

“We don’t want to put that song because it’s fucking ridiculous! I’m not gonna ruin my fucking masterpiece with that shitty thing!” Freddie’s voice recalled everyone’s attention and they all turned around to see that he was approaching them with Brian.

“Let me correct you, Fred, that’s our masterpiece” Brian intervened with a pissed tone.

In a moment they were all arguing and shouting at each other’s 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.

“Enough!” Chelsea shouted, and everyone immediately stopped with the quarrels and they look at her in silence; she recomposed herself before speaking up “I just want to know where the fuck is Roger now” 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 couldn’t 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.

“Darling” dramatic pause, as if he needed the same air someone needs before jumping into a pool “your boyfriend locked himself in the fucking cupboard” the others giggled and Chelsea could see that John and Brian were struggling to contain the laughter.

“What?” it was the only thing that came out from Chelsea’s 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.

“Now Roger, tell Chelsea that you’re in there so she will finally see what a fucking idiot you are” Freddie screamed in front of the cupboard.

“You fucking called her, you fucking prick!” Roger’s voice squeaked from the inside and that was enough for Chelsea to let go as she started laughing out loud.

“Baby are you being serious?” she tried to say between the laughter, as she was pressing her hand on her tummy and wiping away a tear from her eye.

“Yeah honey. I’m sorry you had to witness this, but I’m not going to give up. That song is so fucking amazing and they’re just being assholes”

“Roger, it’s a song about a car” John said, crashing his palm on his forehead.

“About fucking a car, if I may add” Chrissie commented chuckling.

“That’s not true! What the fuck are you talking about?” Roger shouted and his voice came out raspier and he sounded like an angry Chihuahua. Chelsea covered her mouth trying not to laugh again.

“With my hand on your grease gun?! Really?” Brian sighed, mocking Roger’s voice. Mel and Mary were basically rolling on the floor.

“It’s a metaphor Brian!” Roger shouted again and probably hit the wooden door of the cupboard with his fist.

“Okay, okay” Chelsea said between the giggles, as she waved her arms in the air to stop the ‘fight’ “just give me five minutes” 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.

“Rog, can you come out please?” Chelsea tried to resist, but a burst of small laughter left her lips.

“No. At least not now that you’re laughing at me” he whined like a child and made it harder for Chelsea to try to hold it on.

“Oh c’mon baby! I’m laughing at you because you’re acting like a bloody child” not hearing any response, she sighed out loud and took a few steps away “I can’t believe you are like this! We finally reached a new kind of connection, we’re basically” 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 “I mean, we’ve never been so close. And a moment later you lock yourself inside a fucking cupboard. Just when I thought you had become an adult…” 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.

“I have a few questions, if you don’t mind and if you fucking stop laughing” 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.

“First of all, do you really think I’m not mature? I mean, that I’m a grown-up child?” 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.

“Rog, I love you because you’re a grown-up child. I only said that because I know you too well and I was sure you would have stepped out” she sincerely smiled and he did the same.

“Okay, but” and he placed his index finger on Chelsea’s lips because she was already trying to respond without letting him finish “why did you say we finally have a new connection? What does that even mean?” 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.

“Roger” she closed her eyes and sighed “I was talking about the fact that we finally have sex without the bloody condom” she let her arms fall on her sides and Roger was left speechless. Then a little smirked slowly formed on his lips.

“Before you start with your dirty jokes, let me tell you this: for me it’s a new kind of connection. It’s something quite special, because you’ve been the first one in that sense and” 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 let’s get married thing; she sighed and finished her sentence “I really hope you’ll be also the last one. If you know what I mean” Roger hands were rubbing her lower back and they both could feel the air starting to get more electric. But this time it wasn’t 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 didn’t even hear Freddie’s coughs.

He turned around to look at the others with a shocked face, but as a response he just received some shoulders’ scrolls and hushed giggles. Freddie grunted and loudly cleared his throat.

“Do you need something? Maybe a bedroom? Not gonna say a condom since you don’t use one anymore” he said and the couple immediately pulled away after his words left his mouth. Chelsea blushed while Roger’s jaw clenched.

“Who gave you the right to just stay there and listen to our fucking private life?” the blond spitted, trying to get a step closer to Freddie, but Chelsea stopped him.

“Relax darling, I was just joking. I just would like to know if we are to expect something coming. Like a little monster that’s half you and half Chelsea. Basically the devil…” this time Chelsea laughed a little and Roger relaxed, finally smiling.

“We’re too young to have a baby, Fred!” Chelsea commented, putting her arm behind Roger’s back.

At those words Mel’s 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 Roger’s song again, but the words came hushed and distant to her ears, as she found Chrissie’s eyes.

“Now!” 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 John’s 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, John’s 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 “Did that bother you…?” he cautiously asked.

“Oh no honey,” she rushed to say “it’s just… I have to tell you something and I need to be completely on hold of myself to do that”

John furrowed his eyebrows “Is it something good or bad?” he asked leaning on the table behind him and crossing his arms on his chest.

You know what? I really don’t know…

“It depends…” she decided to say.

“…on what?” John was starting to feel worried about it. Melissa moved her eyes to the floor: on how you’re gonna take it, she thought.

“Mel, you’re scaring me… Will you just tell me what the hell is going on?”

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

“Christ, Mel you’re driving me crazy!” he blurted out as she stopped right in front of him and locked eyes with him: he could see the uncertainty inside her eyes.

John’s 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 John’s 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.

“You… uhm… you’re,” he gulped and troubled to find the words and put together an actual sentence “…you are?” 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 Mel’s 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 we’re 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.

“You know you must not cry, cause when you do I cry as well” Melissa muffled against his shirt, making him chuckle and sniffle.

“I know – I know” he hurried to say, his voice broken by the sniffles and the sighs “It’s all so overwhelming, darling, I’m sorry” he said, at last, bringing his hand up from her back to wipe away the tears and gain some control over his emotions.

“Don’t be. It’s a lot to take in” 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 “You do not know how happy you made me” 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 didn’t 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 – 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.

“So you’re not mad at me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

John furrowed “Mad at you? Why should I, honey?” he asked before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

That loving gesture made Melissa smile slightly “I figured you’d be mad for having not told you sooner…” she admitted, looking away.

John studied her face “Well you could have told me sooner, but I’m definitely not mad about it” he smiled “But why didn’t you? I mean why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Melissa sighed looking up to him again “I – I was scared of your reaction.”

“What did you think would have happened? Me freaking out and leaving you alone?” he joked and when she looked down John realized he had scored.

“Do you not know me at all?” 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 “I do know you… But I wasn’t sure, okay?” she puffed “God I was so scared when they told me that I was pregnant I–” she hesitated and lifted her eyes to meet his. She sighed “-I honestly didn’t know what to do…”

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 “You should have come to me” he said in a serious tone, probably the most serious Melissa had ever heard coming from him.

“You’re right” she replied

He softened his expression “It’s okay, love. I’m here now” he smiled and softly kissed her on the lips “I’m gonna take care of you”

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 couldn’t stop smiling and he placed his hand on the bottom of her belly while keeping his eyes locked with hers “WE are gonna handle it together, the three of us”.

Melissa felt tears stinging the back of her eyes again “You cannot say things like that when I’m on the verge of crying every two minutes and a half”.

John chuckled and pulled her in for another hug “I love you” he said, his chin resting on her head and his hand rubbing her back.

Melissa smiled against his chest “I love you too”.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 16

Summary Chapter 16: Some months have passed. The group has solidified: when the tour approaches, some of them stay, some of them go.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Mainly loads of FLUFFINESS. But do prepare the tissues, guys. It’s kind of an emotional one. (There may be references to sexual times and some curse words then and there, but this chapter is mostly safe)

A/N: Hi folks! This chapter (and the next one oooops) is a means of communication from the second phase to the third one. There is a lot of fluffiness here and so. many. emotions. We may have cried whilst writing it. So pick up a box of tissues and enjoy yourselves, lovesies 💖😏 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!⭐💗

John smiled and kept drinking his hot coffee, the back rested on the comfy couch of their living room.

“Can you please calm down? We took everything, I’m sure” he said lazily getting up from the sofa and walking straight to the kitchen. Chelsea appeared from the hallway, with two heavy bags and a checked list in her right hand. She left everything at the front door and put her hands on her waist, sighing as she looked at his best friend.

“Are you sure? Really? I packed all the clothes and all the stuff on my own! So, excuse me if I’m a little bit worried” her sassy tone made John chuckle and he leaned his back against the kitchen’s counter, eyeing her as she kept scrolling all the points in the list to check if something was missing.

“I’m sorry Chel. But it’s quite funny seeing you running up and down the apartment with that concentrated face” John said and, after he approached her, he softly pulled her closer to his chest. She snuggled under his arms and wrapped hers around his waist.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this! I’m speechless” Chelsea whispered, hiding her face in his shirt. By the way John was breathing, she could tell he was gently laughing; one hand was rubbing her back, the other was stroking her hair and Chelsea felt like home.

She raised her chin to look at him directly in the eyes and almost started crying, noticing that he still had the same sweet face he had when they were just two children running in the garden to play hide and seek. He collected a tear that was streaming on Chelsea’s cheek.

“Are you okay, Chel?” John asked, preoccupied tone and furrowed eyebrows. Chelsea shook her head and fondly smiled to him.

“I’m just so proud of you, John. And so happy that I have the chance to share everything with you” she pulled away to look better at him, as if she wanted to study him “look at you! My little Deaky is a grown man now!” Chelsea said and gently punched him on the arm.

“You should be proud of us, because we did it. Together” John replied, taking her again in his arms “and remember that I’m just five months younger than you, so I’m not that little” he chuckled and made Chelsea laugh out loud.

***

“If you’re not ready in the next five minutes I’m leaving you both at home!” Mel shouted, abandoning herself against the door and sighing out loud. She looked at the bags that were surrounding her and started to feel sad again, knowing that she would have not left with them this time.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voices of Brian and Roger, that were arguing, as usual. Mel smiled and admired her men, as they approached her.

“Are we ready?” Brian softly said, wrapping his arm behind Mel’s shoulders.

“I don’t know, are you ready?” Roger heard a sad note in her tone and tilted his head, as he pulled her closer to hug her. He felt her holding him thigh, so he started to cradle her in her arms. Brian patted her on the shoulder, as Roger left a little kiss on her temple. Mel smiled and wiped away some tears, repeating to herself she didn’t have to cry.

They all turned around for a moment and looked at the half-empty apartment.

“I’m sure it’ll not be the same here without you, guys. I’m so used to have you around, that I don’t know any more what silence is…” Mel chuckled and swallowed the tears that were growing in the back of her throat.

“Oh c’mon! Mary will stay with you and I’m quite sure you’ll finally relax without us around” Roger joked, but both Brian and Mel knew he was just trying to act strong, when in reality he was about to cry as well.

“We have to go. John and Chel are probably already waiting for us in the parking lot” Brian said and opened the door. Roger and Mel nodded and the three of them started to go down the stairs, struggling with all the bags and suitcases.

The warm April’s sun greeted them as they stepped outside the building. They all raised their heads and saw John and Chelsea with their backs leaned against the car’s door, smiling and chatting.

Roger stared at Chelsea: she had her brown hair tied up in a ponytail and her lips were painted with that shade of red he really loved. She was just wearing a tracksuit, but Roger found her highly irresistible.

He ran to Chelsea, crossing the street without looking; he took her arm and, before she could even say a thing, he kissed her passionately. John shook his head and smiled to Brian and Mel. She tried to look happy, but John noticed that his girlfriend had sad eyes that were speaking out loud more than words. He pulled her closer, softly kissed her on the lips and then hugged her. Mel snuggled on his chest and accidentally wetted a bit of his shirt with her tears. Brian rubbed her back, after closing the trunk of the car and shook his head to John, as if he wanted to say it was inevitable, she will miss you and you already know.

“Can I drive?” Roger asked John, while the girls and Brian were sitting in the back of the car.

“Absolutely not” he replied smiling. Roger sighed and, putting on his inseparable black sunglasses, he sat down in the front seat.

They were all in silence as John was driving in the traffic; he was tapping his fingers on the wheel, following the rhythm on the song that was cracking from the radio. Roger was looking outside the window, while smoking. Brian was writing something on his notebook and Chelsea was hugging Mel under her arm, trying to comfort her.

Mel heard the sound of a plane’s engine rumbling above their heads and sighed, knowing they had reached they’re destination.

John parked as close as possible to the entrance of the airport and they all came out from the car to take the suitcases. Mel was just adjusting a bag on her shoulder when she saw her boyfriend approaching her. He silently smiled and left in her hands the keys of his car, as promised. She smiled back and winked at him.

Roger pulled Chelsea under his arm and kissed her head.

“We’ll have so much fun, I already know” he whispered in her ear. Chelsea laughed a bit and hugged him tighter, stretching her arm behind his back.

“I have no doubts on that” she replied, kissing him softly on the cheek.

The five friends entered the airport and soon found themselves surrounded by an intense crowd of people, hurrying up and walking around to reach their flights. Near the check-in area they spotted the unmistakable figure of Freddie, already checking his watch and tapping his foot on the ground, to show his impatience. Behind him Chrissie and Mary were chatting.

“Baby!” Chrissie shouted and ran to hug Brian. He spun her around and kissed her gently. John immediately noticed Chelsea’s annoyed expression, when the redhead hugged Roger too. He waited until Mel walked towards Mary, to lean down and whisper in her ear:

“Don’t tell me you’re still jealous of her after all these months?” Chelsea jumped, caught off guard. When she understood it was John, she rolled her eyes.

“I’m just still wondering what exactly she’s doing here and why she’ll tour with us” she whispered and John giggled.

“Well, she’s a hairdresser and she’s Brian’s girlfriend. We needed a hairdresser and here she is. The same happened when we needed a stylist and Roger basically argued with everyone to hire you. So, you both just have the same role in this situation” Chelsea punched him harshly to say the least. She walked past Freddie and softly rubbed his arm, then reached Roger that was still talking with Brian and Chrissie. She took his arm and pulled him down to kiss him; Roger placed his hands on her lower back and let her take control. It was a passionate kiss and Chelsea knew Brian and Chrissie were looking away in embarrassment. She pulled away and smirked at him.

“Hi Chrissie!” she finally said, hugging her. The girl returned the affection and smiled at her, shyly and innocently.

“Hurry up bitches, an airplane for the United States is waiting just for us” Freddie clapped his hands and, between the laughter, they all followed him.

When they reached their gate they found other members of the crew waiting for them and they were told the airplane was a little bit late. They all sighed and sat down on the little, grey chairs, surrounded by their bags.

Chelsea decided to sit on Roger’s lap, laying her head on his shoulder as his hand was slowly stroking her back. She placed a quick kiss on his neck and Roger smirked, pulling her even closer. Chelsea kissed his skin again, this time on the cheek; he bit his bottom lip and pulled her closer to place a soft kiss on her lips.

“God, I’m so lucky to have you” he murmured just a few inches away from Chelsea’s mouth. She fondly smiled and cupped his face with her hands.

“I’m so lucky to have you too” she whispered as well and gently kissed him again. His fingers were tracing patterns on her back, when she snuggled her face on his neck. She then rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes just for a minute. Roger was looking down on her and couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. He was so in love with her, but he was always afraid to not be able to show her how much she meant to him.

He smoothly rubbed her face with his fingers, admiring her relaxed features ad she was half asleep in his arms. In that precise moment, while he was hugging her, a strong feeling grew in his chest and Roger, almost unintentionally, thought that he wanted to marry her. To make her his wife and be able to call her Mrs Taylor. He immediately shook his head, still incredulous that he was really thinking about that, but when he looked down at her again and saw her beautiful face he didn’t have doubts: he had to marry Chelsea.

His thoughts were interrupted by the robotic voice that announced their flight. They all looked at each other stretching their backs and getting up from the chairs, knowing that the moment had come.

Freddie was hugging Mary, while she was whispering sweet words in his ear with tears in her eyes. John was taking his time to kiss Mel and caress her long, blonde hair, that he would’ve missed like crazy. Chelsea waited patiently and, when the girls pulled away from their boyfriends, she ran to them and hugged them both in a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you so much!” she tried to stop the tears, but her voice came out broken and weak. Mary pulled her closer and squeezed her in her arms.

“Hey, now you have to smile okay? And you have to promise us you’ll have fun and you’ll take care of the boys” she whispered in Chelsea’s ear, making her smile. She pulled away and looked at Mel, who raised her arms and welcomed her in another hug.

“I’ll call you every day, girls. I promise” Chelsea said between the tears as she looked at her two best friends, that were crying as well. Mary noticed Chrissie was shyly looking at them.

“Oh c’mon! Come here you” she said and Chrissie joined the group of the girls and hugged them too.

“You’re officially part of the family now” Mel said, caressing her arm. Chelsea smiled to her and pulled her closer to stretch her arm behind her shoulders.

“Girls, we have to go. Goodbye sweetie take care” Roger said approaching the girls and softly kissing his sister on the forehead, knowing that if he had stayed any longer he would have started crying as well. Chelsea hugged them one last time and waved at them until they disappeared in the distance, as they were crossing the finger to enter the airplane.

John waited until the last minute, keeping waving and blowing kisses to Mel, who moved her hands in the air to catch them. He chuckled and waved one last time, before turning his back and disappearing with the others. Mel’s smile faded away from her lips and Mary pulled her closer, caressing her shoulders and her arm. The girls turned around on their heels and, softly crying and sobbing, they started to walk toward the exit.

Roger fingers were stroking Chel’s shoulder as they entered the airplane, her heart pumping fast and loud in her chest. The hostess welcomed them on board and, thanking her, they all started to look for their seats. Brian had sat down near the plane’s window and John had his seat next to him. In front of them there were Freddie and Roger and, on their left, Chrissie and Chelsea were fixing their suitcases before sitting as well.

“Do you want to seat here?” Chrissie asked Chelsea, indicating the seat near the window. Chel smiled and refused gently.

“You can stay there if you want. I’ll sit here” she said and, turning her face, she smiled at Roger who was on the seat near the corridor as well. She stretched her arm to him and he gently kissed her on the back of her hand. When the hostess started to explain the safety rules, they had to pull away, but kept looking at each other then and there.

“Have you ever been to the United States?” Chelsea asked Chrissie, when she noticed she was quite worried and a little bit pale. She shook her head and smiled, but Chelsea could tell she was really tense. She caressed her shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yes… I’m just a bit scared of flying” Chrissie replied, trying to breath in and out.

“It’s going to be fine, I promise. Ask me anything, if you talk you can distract yourself and you’ll not be thinking about the fact we’re thousands of feet away from the ground” Chelsea said, making her chuckle.

“How did you meet Roger?” Chrissie asked, looking at her with her sincere eyes. A part of Chelsea was trying to understand why she had chosen such a question, but she tried to move on and answer her, without thinking too much about it.

“It’s actually a pretty funny story” she turned around and looked at Roger, who was chillingly chatting with Fred; she fondly smiled and redirected her attention back to Chrissie “we met because, one night, after I had a huge fight with my ex-boyfriend, John decided to take me to a pub and–”

“Sorry if I cut you off, but it’s months that I’m trying to understand the relationship between you and John… if I’m not nosy” Chrissie flushed, embarrassed of her own curiosity.

“Oh don’t worry, darling, no problem. John and I grew up together and we moved to London in a shared apartment when we both started college there” Chrissie nodded and rested her elbow on the armrest, to bury her face in her palm “and, as I was saying, I was in that pub, when John disappeared in the crowd and left me alone. I was totally drunk and Roger approached me after the gig. I went to his place to… well, you can imagine what we wanted to do” Chelsea chuckled at the memory of their first meeting “we didn’t do anything in the end, because I threw up all over my clothes and he had to wash everything” the two girls burst out laughing and they didn’t even notice that airplane had already took off.

“And the rest is history, I imagine” Chrissie commented. Chelsea looked again at Roger, who turned around and smiled to her.

“The rest is history” she echoed her, her eyes still locked with the big and blue ones of Roger.

“Oh my God! Look how beautiful!” Chrissie almost screamed and her childish tone called Chelsea’s attention, who turned her face to her. she smiled seeing her looking outside the window.

“I told you would’ve enjoyed it” Chelsea told her and they both started to admire the landscape and the horizon, as they kept chatting together.

Roger was still looking at Chelsea, a stupidly-in-love smile adorned his lips as his eyes were running up and down her happy face. The ponytail was messier and the lipstick had almost disappeared, but she was still gorgeous. As always, Roger’s subconscious added.

“Will you ever stop looking at her or…?” John's head popped out between the seats of Roger and Freddie and Brian chuckled softly, as he was reading peacefully an astrophysics book.

“I don’t think so” Roger simply replied, looking at her again and then turning around to meet John’s gaze. The bassist rolled his eyes and rested his back against the seat again.

“We should consider ourselves lucky, darlings. Imagine if they were sat next to each other. They would have showed us ten possible ways to have sex on an aeroplane without getting caught” Freddie commented, making everyone laugh. Everyone except Roger, who was giving him a deadly gaze.

“Oh c’mon mate” Brian said, and his eyes appeared under the curls, as he lifted his head from the book “you are tangled to each other most of the time”

“And with that? It’s not any of your fucking business” Roger replied, his tone getting harsher. Freddie elbowed him softly.

“Lovie, you know I’m joking. Mary and I shag every time as well, we’re just less obvious and better at hiding it. And, in my opinion, it’s better a sex-relationship than a cheesy one. Like John or Brian”

“Hey” the two boys said in unison. Roger smiled at Freddie who winked at him. He turned his face again to see Chelsea was still talking with Chrissie.

His mind ran wild and he found himself stuck again on that idea. Roger could already imagine her in her white dress, gorgeous as she walked down the aisle. He could paint the details of the ceremony and of the celebration after it. They would’ve danced slowly and he would’ve kissed her softly, under the lights and the flowers dangling from the ceiling. And then the honeymoon, somewhere exotic, where they had the beautiful sight of the ocean. He would have slowly made love to her, kind and gentle, taking his time as she loved.

“Rog?” Chelsea’s voice woke him up. Roger shook his head and slightly blushed as if her girlfriend could actually read his mind.

“Are you okay?” she asked, extended her hand to touch his arm. He nodded.

“Yes, honey. I’m more than okay” he softly smiled and intertwined his fingers with hers.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 18

Summary Chapter 18: A few months ahead of the last chapter, for some of the characters it’s time for a change.

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: A lot of FLUFF! Curse words as usual and some SMUT then and there (references and/or small tiny moments)

A/N: Hi folks! We’re diving into the third and last section of the story 😭 It’s sad, we know, but don’t worry! There’s a lot of interesting stuff in this section. So enjoy yourselves, lovesies 💖😏 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!⭐💗

By the way the sun was starting to get hotter, it was easy to tell that summer was coming. From Roger’s mouth were escaping little, grey clouds, as his lips were wrapped on an almost finished cigarette. His left hand gently squeezing Chelsea’s inner thigh, who was humming to the song coming out from the radio.

“In a moment you’ll have to close your eyes” Roger chuckled, caressing her hot skin and throwing the stub out of the car’s window. Chelsea lowered her sunglasses on her nose and looked at him through the lashes, while a soft smile appeared on her face.

“Are you serious?” she asked when she noticed he kept looking at the road ahead, biting his bottom lip. Roger simply nodded along and Chelsea rolled her eyes, but a cocky grin formed on her lips, as she rested her back on the seat and pulled away her sunglasses. Roger turned right, in a quite rich neighbourhood just a few minutes away from Piccadilly Circus.

“Close your eyes honey” he ordered and looked at Chelsea, who, with a loud sigh, obeyed him. She could feel Roger’s long fingers drawing lines and circles on her thigh as she started to move her head to follow the beat of the melody that was filling the air. Roger giggled and stopped the car.

“Can I look now?” Chelsea asked, with a whiney tone.

“No, keep them shut” Roger replied and she heard him going out of the car. A moment after he opened her door and Chelsea felt his hands on hers, helping her to come out.

“Now?” this time her voice sounded so childish, that Roger laughed a little.

“What an impatient little girl” Roger said, untying the red headband that was adorning Chelsea’s hair. She tried to protest, but a second after she felt the smooth material wrapped around her head to cover her eyes properly.

“Really?” her index finger indicating her now blind face. The sassy tone she used made Roger laugh again. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her, dragging them both into a soft and chaste kiss. He then took her hand in his, caressing her palm with his fingertips.

“You just have to trust me” he whispered in Chelsea’s ear and she could feel the excitement growing wider in her stomach.

She heard the sound of a wooden door squeaking in front of her and then the typical coolness of closed places when outside is pretty hot. Roger put his hand on her lower back, guiding her up the stairs. They were all giggly and Chelsea cursed a couple times, as she stumbled a little on the steps. They reached a landing and Roger stopped his girlfriend. He waved his hand in front of her face to be sure she wasn’t looking and then positioned himself behind her back.

“Rog, what the fuck is happening?” Chelsea asked between the chuckles and the laughter. His hands were massaging her shoulders as he smiled just a few inches away from her skin.

“You can look now” Roger whispered in her ear and Chelsea didn’t waste a second: she reached the back of her head and untied the knot to remove the headband from her eyes. She blinked more than once, trying to adapt her sight to the light again. In front of her just a closed door, as she was standing in the middle of what seemed to be a corridor full of apartments.

“Okay, where are we?” she amusedly asked, turning her back to look at Roger in the eyes. A wide smile appeared on his face and his hand soon disappeared in his pocket. Chelsea was studying every movement his boyfriend was doing, with her heart pounding in her chest and an idea running wild in her mind. When she saw a pair of silver keys dangling from his fingers, Chelsea covered her mouth and let out a hushed scream.

“Are you kidding me?” she slowly walked towards him. Roger shook his head and Chelsea jumped in his arms, fastening them around his neck. Tears of joy were streaming down her face, as Roger spun her around kissing her cheek many times.

“After you, my lady” he said, moving his arm theatrically and giving the keys to Chelsea. She giggled and, with trembling hands, she opened the door. Her chin fell on the floor when she stepped in: the apartment was wide, bright and, even if it was almost empty, Chelsea could already imagine herself living there.

As she entered she found herself in a large living room, with three long windows on the left and a fireplace almost in the middle. On the right, there was the kitchen, with a beautiful counter made of white marble. Behind a thin wall, where the living room finished, there was the bedroom and, near it, a big bathroom. Chelsea walked slowly studying all the rooms that surrounded her, as her fantasy was running wild, already picturing all the moment she would have spent there with Roger. She finally stood in front of one of the big windows, noticing that she could see the gold statue of Piccadilly shining in the distance.

“Do you like it?” Roger mumbled in her ear, caressing her bare arms with his hands. Chelsea turned around to face him and he noticed how her eyes were still full of tears. He wiped away some with his thumbs and then leaned down to kiss her gently and slowly. They took their time, kissing with no rush, as the time around them seemed still. It was a kiss full of love, full of dreams and promises and, never as he was in that moment, Roger was sure that Chelsea was the woman of his life.

“I love you, Rog” she whispered, just a few millimetres away from his lips. Roger kissed each of her cheeks, then her nose, before leaning his forehead against hers. His thumb softly rubbing her face.

“And that’s only the start” he announced smirking, knowing that Chelsea couldn’t fully understand what he was referring too. A wide smile appeared on her face.

“I can already imagine it: a big blue sofa there, right in front of the fireplace” she pulled away, spinning around in the empty living room “a coffee table here, in the middle. Oh, and there, in the kitchen a collection of beautiful coloured mugs dangling over the stove” Roger chuckled, admiring how her girlfriend was jumping then and there in excitement. He followed her in the empty bedroom.

“I want a big double sized bed, full of pillows and warm blankets” Chelsea said, indicating the unoccupied space in front of them. Roger walked towards her and took her in his arm, leaning his palms on her lower back. Her hands naturally fell behind his neck, stroking his messy, blond hair.

“As you please, princess. This is your home now. Or at least, it is until I have enough money to buy us a big house with a swimming pool and a garden all around” Roger said, touching her nose with his and making her giggle.

“I don’t need a big house to be happy. I just want to be with you” Chelsea replied, putting herself on her tiptoes to have her lips closer to his.

“That was too sweet for us, we’re usually less cheesy than this, am I wrong?” Roger joked, putting a string of her hair behind her ear. Chelsea rested her cheek on his palm, laughing along with him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Who knows, maybe love made us stupid”

“Maybe. Who knows” he echoed her, before kissing her again. This time the kiss was way more heated and sloppier than before. Chelsea pulled him even closer to her, entangling her finger with his necklace and Roger heavy breathed on her lips, hugging her tight.

“If there was that fucking bed you were talking about…” Roger mumbled between the kisses. Chelsea giggled and cut off their passionate moment, looking up at him with an amused face as she shook her head.

“If there was a bed, we would be sitting there looking at each other because it’s that time of the month… if you know what I mean” she said caressing his chin. Roger rolled his eyes.

“Again?” he asked, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. Chelsea chuckled and hugged him softly. It didn’t matter if he was at least seven inches taller than her, he let her cradle him gently in her arms.

“Well you know” Chelsea started to say, as she pulled away from him to meet his blue eyes “unluckily it happens once a month and there’s nothing I can do about it” she laughed when he pouted like a child. He then tickled her waist and kissed her cheek with a loud pop, as he walked towards the living room.

“Where are we going?” Chelsea curiously asked, following him. He offered her his arm, as he was opening the door and putting on again his shades. She accepted it and perched herself on his side.

“I’ll take you home, because I have a few things to do in the recording studio and then I’ll come to pick you up and I’ll take you out for dinner” Roger announced, closing the door behind them and, smiling, he gave the keys to Chelsea who smiled back and put them in the pocket of her jeans.

“Sounds great” she replied, leaning her back on his shoulders as they were walking down the stairs. When they got out the heat of the late afternoon welcomed them. Roger opened the door the car for Chelsea and, after she sat down on the seat, he gave her back her headband, that he was still keeping in the back pocket of his trousers. She smiled and admired him as he walked in front of the car to enter it a few moments after. Just long enough for a quick kiss and for the car to start, Roger was already smoking with his arm dangling outside the window.

“Wait!” Chelsea almost shouted “Does John know about it? I mean, we’ve been living together and sharing the same apartment for years now, he has to know that-” Roger cut her off.

“He was the one that helped me find it” Chelsea found herself speechless with her mouth slightly parted. Roger laughed and let out a big cloud of smoke.

“I mean, he’s your best friend. I had to ask him the permission to kidnap you from your house and take you away to live with me” he chuckled and made Chelsea giggled too. He rested his hand on her thigh and Chelsea caressed it slowly.

“Good to know. You always know how to surprise me, Meddows” she said, putting on again her sunglasses that she had previously left on the backseat of the car. Roger smiled widely.

“And the surprises are not over yet” he proudly announced making her smile again.

***

Roger was walking quickly in the parking lot behind the studio where he and the boys had been working in the last weeks to record their fourth album. He felt kind of relieved when he noticed that none of the boys’ cars were parked there; only the blue and little one, that he knew well to be Chrissie’s car.

If with all the apartment situation he needed John’s advice, Roger was quite sure that only the advice of a woman could help him with the proposal and the choice of the perfect ring to buy for Chelsea. He immediately thought about Chrissie for obvious reasons: he had known her since they were little and he knew he could’ve trusted her. At first, he was keen to ask his sister, but Melissa would’ve been so excited and surprised about it, that something would’ve escaped her mouth then and there. He avoided Mary as a choice almost instantly, recalling that, years before, she couldn’t keep the girls’ secrets and told everything to Freddie. None of the boys knew about it for the same reason: they were bad liars and weren’t able to keep anything for them.

Roger put out the cigarette with his boot and entered the recording studio. He recognized Chrissie’s silhouette sitting down on the little brown sofa. She waved at him and got up to give him a quick hug.

“So, was she happy?” Chrissie asked as they sat down together.

“So happy” Roger replied and Chrissie noticed how in love he looked every time Chelsea was brought up in a conversation “I can’t imagine her reaction when I’m going to propose to her!” he then added. Chrissie chuckled as a response.

“And did you decide when you’re gonna ask her?” she questioned him, turning around to look at him.

“Yes. In a month, when we’ll be all at the farm” Roger proudly answered her, returning the gaze and looking at her directly in the eyes. She nodded along.

“That sounds like a good idea” Chrissie patted him on the shoulder “but are you sure you want to hide the truth from the others?” she politely asked him, obviously implying something else. When she saw Roger furrowing his eyebrows in conclusion she sighed and added:

“Let me rephrase the question. Are you sure you don’t want to tell this to John? He’s her best friend and I don’t know how he could react if he discovered it at the farm in the exact same moment you propose to Chel”

“He will accept this. I mean, we’ve been together for years and if he still doesn’t trust me or if he thinks that I’m not good for Chelsea, then the problem is his, not mine. Not to mention that he shags my sister and I never complain about that” Roger’s tone got higher as he stood up and passed his fingers through the hair. His attitude made Chrissie laugh a little bit, so she scrolled her shoulders.

In the meanwhile, another car arrived silently and stopped itself in the parking lot. John exited it and started to walk towards the recording studio, where he had forgotten his bass and some sheet music he was working on. Roger and Chrissie didn’t hear him coming in, so they kept chatting and when John was in the hallway, ready to open the door, he suddenly stopped, hearing their voices. A part of him wanted to go away, to give them privacy, but the other part of his subconscious made him stay there with the ear close to the wooden door to listen as much as possible.

“What about the ring?” Chrissie asked and Roger smirked at her. He put his hand in the pocket of his jeans jacket and he pulled out a little, velvet box.

“It took me hours to find the right one, but when I saw this I was sure it was perfect” his voice was so soft that Chrissie was almost moved to tears. She clapped her hands a little when he sat down next to her and opened the box.

“Oh my God, Roger! It’s so beautiful!” she said, admiring the ring that was shining in the box. It had a big diamond on it and, all around, a border of very little gems.

“I’m glad you like it” Roger blushed a little and looked on the ground “and thank you, Chrissie. For everything. I mean, we were so close when we were younger, then we lost each other for years. And now I’m so happy to have you again in my life”

“Oh, Rog! That’s so sweet of you. And don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere this time” she replied hugging him tightly. When they pulled away they looked at each other smiling.

“Now I have to go. I promised Chelsea a dinner tonight, but before that, I have to go home, get a shower and hide the ring” Roger proudly announced, getting up from the sofa. Chrissie got up as well and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t make your lady wait, or otherwise, she will start to suspect something” she winked at him and Roger chuckled.

“I know we’ve already discussed it, but please don’t tell anything to Brian or to anyone” he said, approaching the door, ready to open it.

“Don’t worry Rog. I won’t tell anyone, especially because I would find myself in trouble as well” she giggled, indicating the figure of Roger, suggesting that she would have disappointed him.

But John didn’t know that. When he heard their steps getting closer to the door, he stepped back and went out of the building. He rested his back on the wall near the entrance and lighted himself a cigarette, trying to revise the entire conversation he heard minutes before. It sounded all so absurd, that he couldn’t even think of that. If Roger was talking about a ring, it probably implied that they were engaged, or at least together. And that thought led his mind to think that they probably had hidden a love story for months. Or even years. His reasoning was interrupted by the two of them coming out as well. They were chatting along and didn’t even notice John that was now standing near the corner. He looked at them as they walked to their respective cars, hugged and then parted from each other.

John stayed there for more than five minutes, trying to decide what to do. Chelsea and Brian had to know about this whole story, especially Chelsea since Roger had told him just a few weeks before that he had bought an apartment for them both. How the hell could he do something like that? It didn’t make any sense. But if his eyes and his ears had not fooled him, he had to deal with it.

John wanted Chelsea to know before moving in with him, but at the same time he was trying to convince himself, that everything was a whole misunderstanding.

As he entered the studio and took what he needed, the answer to all of his struggles came naturally to him: during their recording session at the farm he would’ve studied the whole situation better and only then decided what to do. It was too soon to act anyway, he didn’t have any proof and would have only ended up hurting Chelsea in the possible chance he had had it all wrong.

While entering his car and starting it up, he kept nodding to himself, sure that it was the best attitude he could adopt in such a situation.

When he stumbled across the door of his apartment, a knot tied his stomach and started to tighten harder when Chelsea appeared from the bathroom. She smiled when she saw him.

“Hi John” she hugged him and immediately pulled away with flushed cheeks “You wouldn’t even imagine where I went today!” John sighed already knowing the answer.

“Where?” he asked, trying to look curious and not pissed. Chelsea noticed that something in his tone was strange, but kept talking with the excitement in her voice.

“Roger brought me to see the new apartment he bought for us! And the best part is that he told me that you helped him with that!” she hugged him again, this time tighter and longer “So thank you, John! You’re the best!” Chelsea finally said, pulling away to meet his gaze. John looked down at her and opened his mouth to answer when the doorbell rang.

“He’s here!” Chelsea clapped her hands and immediately opened the door. Roger took her in his arms as soon as he appeared in front of them and John looked away when he leaned down to kiss her with passion.

“Hi mate, promise I’ll take her home early this time” Roger winked at him, but John simply nodded to his friend and waved carelessly at the couple as they disappeared closing the door behind them.

He loudly sighed, left alone again with his thoughts.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 25

You are my best friend

Summary Chapter 25: John has a hard time processing everything that’s been happening and he has an inspiration for a song...

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: None! A part of THE HELLA LOAD OF FLUFF. Some curse words and maybe some reference to sexual times eeh what’s new?. You’re safe folks 💕

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The heat of the day had already passed by, leaving its place to a cool breeze that gently stirred the grass fields and made the boy shiver. John was sitting on one of the armchairs in the small patio outside the house, a blanket on his legs and what seemed like a dozen paper sheets surrounding him on the floor.

He sighed huffily and angrily scribbled on the one he was holding and threw it on the floor with the others. He put down the pen on the coffee table beside him and brought his hands to his face, fervently rubbing his eyes.

“Is everything alright, Deaky?” Freddie’s voice brought him back to reality and he turned his face to watch him walk up to the patio and take a seat next to him. Freddie gave him a warm smile and John smiled slightly back before moving his gaze to the garden in front of him, almost completely in the dark.

John tried to think of what to say, a million thoughts running through his mind: Roger and Chrissie, Chelsea and Brian, Melissa and the baby… it all twirled and twisted in his mind and kept him from concentrating on the music he also had in his head but somehow couldn’t manage to get out.

“You’re upset about something, I can tell” Freddie spoke up again, shifting in his seat and crossing his legs, then resting his fist against his temple and the elbow on the back of the chair. He was studying John’s change of expression and John knew he could read him like a book.

He sighed “No Fred, I’m fine” he lied and gave him a small smile “I’m just frustrated I can’t seem to get this song out of this head and into lyrics”

He chuckled slightly and bowed down to pick up some of the sheets he had thrown on the floor, handing them to Freddie.

“Well, do I know what you mean…” Freddie picked them up and started dashing his eyes, then read out loud:

“You're my sunshine and I want you to know

That my feelings are true

I really love you”

John shushed him and whispered “Fred, please tone it down”

“Shit sorry” he whispered, then kept reading as those same words repeated themselves in other phrasings, highlighted or crossed out by the utterly self-critical John.

Freddie looked up to him “It’s about Melissa, isn’t it?”

John nodded “I had the tune to this song stuck in my head for the past week and I’m trying to develop the lyrics but I always come back to those three verses and I don’t have a title yet”

“I guess it’s normal a bit of confusion, Deaky” Freddie fondly smiled “It doesn’t mean the song’s not good”

John looked up to him “You think?”

Freddie chuckled “I do, darling. It’s very sweet and it fits the two of you perfectly” he smiled again and watched him blush a little and look down, smiling to himself.

Freddie wondered what was going on inside his head: he was sure he had more to what he was showing. However he knew him well enough to know that John never answered to direct and abrupt questions and the more you pushed to find out what he was hiding, the more he would close down and push you away. He could be quite stubborn and Freddie knew he would reach out when he felt like he was ready to share.

“How about You’re my sunshine?” he suggested to break the silence.

John thought about it “I guess it works and it makes sense…” he picked up the pen and quickly noted it at the top of the page which contained most of the words “Thanks, Fred”

“No need to thank me, dear” he smiled “How’s it going with you two? You and Melissa I mean… You seem very happy together”

John smiled and Freddie saw his eyes sparkling “We are, Fred. These last few months really soothed the distance we had felt because of the touring in the past year and a half.” John forced down the grin creeping up on his face “We are closer than ever now” You have no idea… he thought.

Freddie looked at him, so immensely proud of the man he had turned out to be. They had known each other for the past four years and they only had five years of age gap, but Freddie had always felt the need to protect him, as an older brother would do. John certainly was the most introvert of the group and Freddie had learned to realize that only with Melissa he could really see him let go of himself.

Freddie patted him on the shoulder “It shows, Deaky, and we couldn’t be happier for the two of you” he smiled sadly to himself: he and Mary had not been that lucky… The spark between them seemed to have had flown by and even if they still loved each other like crazy and surely had a lot of fun together, he could feel that something was going the wrong way.

He turned his attention back to John, who was now studying him thoroughly: please don’t tell me you have something wrong as well, cause I’ll lose it, John was thinking to himself.

Freddie decided not to bother him and just smiled “I’m here when you’ll be ready to share the mess that I’m reading inside your head, Deaks”

John gratefully smiled back and placed his hand on Freddie’s “Thanks Fred”.

“You two look very cute together”

Melissa startled them both appearing from the kitchen door, only wearing her large, pink and white nightgown.

“Geez Mel, I almost shitted myself” Freddie exclaimed, bringing a hand on his chest and abruptly ending the touchy moment with John.

The girl chuckled “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you two lovebirds”

The boys chuckled too “You know, I’m telling Mary, right?” she added in the end and Freddie forced a giggle.

John’s smile grew wider when she leaned down to place a small kiss on his lips. She then turned to Freddie and jokingly said “See? He’s mine”

Freddie shook his head and chuckled “I would never even dare, my dear”. He got up and stretched his spine, letting out a big yawn “Well well, I think I’ll head to my rooms, lovesies”

“Goodnight Fred” John said chuckling, as Melissa blew him a kiss. He waved at them while entering the house and closing the door behind him.

Melissa turned to John and walked around the chair to seat in his lap and circle his neck with an arm. John had managed in the meanwhile to gather the paper sheets and lay them on the table with the last page on the front, so that she couldn’t read it.

“What were you writing?” she curiously asked.

“Just some papers, and something I’m working on for the album…” John knew her too well and had prepared such an answer, expecting her questions.

The girl grinned “Can I read it?”

“Of course not” John chuckled seeing her pouting like a child “Honey, you’ll read it as soon as it’s finished. Now it’s just garbage…”

Melissa squared him up and down “Deacon, you’re telling me something that’s not right… Do you have any confessions to make?”

John chuckled “I only tell the truth, dear, I swear” he crossed his fingers in front of her face. But there are so many things I haven’t talked to you about… he thought. And he realized he could take that chance to ask Melissa something: whether she had an idea of any sort about what could have possibly gone wrong with Chelsea and Roger to the point that he had looked for comfort in Chrissie.

He almost didn’t say anything, but thought that after all, Melissa was the one person he could truly trust and to whom he could tell anything.

“Actually, I have something to tell you… well to ask you” Mel’s giggles stopped.

“What is it, honey?”

John took a deep breath “Okay, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this, alright?”

Mel chuckled “I think I’m pretty good at keeping secrets” she placed a hand on her belly and cheekily smiled at him, earning a soft chuckle from the boy.

“Right right…” he began “Have you talked to your brother recently?”

Melissa frowned “So this is about Roger?”

John nodded.

“Not that much, no… What should have we talked about?”

John was staring at her intently, pondering whether to accuse him directly or gradually let her get to the problem “Do you know that he and Chelsea are gonna move in together?”

“Yes of course he’s told me that… and if he hadn’t, Chelsea practically only talked about it for days after she had seen the house”

“Right…” he brought a hand to his face and mindlessly rubbed his chin, looking for the right words.

Melissa puffed and broke the silence “John will you get to the point?”

“What do you know about him and Chrissie?”

“Roger and Chrissie?” Melissa had thought of any possible thing John was about to say: she had not expected that. “What do you mean? In grade school? Yeah they kissed one time, Chrissie told us on Christmas’ Eve two years ago, remember?”

John regretfully nodded “Yeah I do remember that… game” he chuckled and she followed suit “But I was wondering if you knew more to that story and…” he gathered the forces “…if you had noticed something unusual about them.”

Melissa furrowed her eyebrows “I don’t know anything dear” she studied his face “Did you notice something?”

John locked eyes with her and bit his bottom lip, suddenly regretting having brought it up “I kinda… uhm… kinda saw them really close lately”

Melissa was speechless. He continued “I’m feeling awful just saying this out loud, but I had to confess it to someone”

“It’s okay, dear. I’m here to hear you out but… Are you actually saying… Roger’s cheating on Chel? With Chrissie?”. She couldn’t believe her ears “Honey, that’s a pretty though accusation… are you sure?”

John sighed “I’m not sure of anything anymore, Mel… all I see is confusing and I’m always afraid I’m misunderstanding something…” he covered his face with his hands “I just want to see through all this, I want to spare everyone from any possible danger or suffering” he thought out loud, surprising even himself of the sudden, openhearted revelation.

Melissa’s frown melted and she grabbed his hands in hers, smiling kindly to him “John you can’t always hold the weight of it all on your shoulders… things are gonna clear out without you worrying about it” she said, cupping his jaw with a hand.

“Besides” she added “I think this might just be a misunderstanding… they are gonna sort it out anyway, you’ll see” she concluded, hoping she was right. She knew Chrissie well enough to know she would never interpose with such a strong relationship as Rog and Chelsea had. She also knew Roger and, although he had been quite the player in his early twenties, she knew he loved that brunette with his whole heart (and possibly even more). I really hope you’re wrong darling, she thought, because if you’re right this will end in a bloodbath.

“I hope you’re right my love” John voiced her worries, but she smiled again, forcing her doubts to retreat inside her mind and convincing herself she had to be right.

She leaned down to place a long, soft kiss on his lips. When they parted she rested her forehead on his and cupped his cheeks with both her hands “Will you come to bed now?”

John slightly nodded and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, before letting her down his lap and getting up from the chair.

“Go ahead, I’ll get rid of these papers”

She tilted her head “If you don’t come to bed, you know I’ll come out here again to drag you by the ear, right?”

John chuckled “Yes Miss” he saluted her and earned another passionate kiss.

When she pulled back he was quite surprised “I should definitely call you Miss more often” he grinned and leaned in for another kiss, but Melissa soon broke it off, stepping away and playfully grinning back.

“Come with me and we’ll see what happens” she stepped inside the house without looking back.

John chuckled again and shook his head, blushing at the thought of how much she enjoyed playing… who’s in charge. While he gathered the stack of papers, he thought that conversation with Melissa had actually helped him getting rid of some of the tension he had stored in the last week, since he had found out about the baby, he had almost confronted Roger and had caught Brian and Chelsea in a perfectly odd situation but had missed the chance of telling them what was worrying him.

Looking back, he thought it had been better that way: Melissa had the strange power of always calming him down. She always made him feel like home. I’m so happy when I’m with her. When I’m home, he thought and something in his mind clicked.

He hurried to seat down at the coffee table and began jotting down lyrics as they came to his mind like a river flowing. The melody had straightened out in his head and he wrote down some chords to keep track of it.

Once he was done, he picked it up and smiled to himself, taken aback by the ecstasy of the moment. He took the papers from the table and headed inside the house.

***

When she opened her eyes the room was already fully lighted by the morning light. Melissa lazily rubbed her eyes and stretched out her arms, letting them fall on either side of the bed.

In that moment she realized she was alone in the room: John had followed her suit to bed the night before and had fallen asleep hugging her from behind. His side of the bed was cold so he must have gotten up quite some time ago, she thought. She seated on the mattress and looked for her watch: it only was nine in the morning so she had not overslept. She thought to herself that John must have had gone to the barn to get some breakfast.

She got up from the bed and wrapped a long-sleeved cardigan above her loose nightgown, she wore her slippers and headed to the ground floor. The house was completely absorbed in silence and she wondered where the hell was everyone.

She crossed the small yard and entered the barn, walking down the corridor that led to the kitchen. Some muffled voices were coming from inside the room and when she opened the door she found nine pair of eyes staring at her.

She felt like a deer under the flashlights of a car “What’s going on?” she nervously asked to the people who couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of her. She instinctively curled up more inside the cardigan.

“C’mon guys why are you all staring at me?”

They exchanged quick glances but nobody spoke up. She looked for John’s eyes and she found him with the biggest smile on his face. He climbed down the stool he had been sitting on to walk towards her; Brian took his seat and adjusted his guitar on his thigh: he was smiling as well.

“Okay do you all have a paralysis? Why the hell are you grinning like that?” she asked again and some chuckles lifted from the small group.

John placed his hands on her shoulders “I have something for you” he said once again with a smile.

Melissa moved her gaze among the group of people and they all were staring at her with dreamy eyes and stupid smiles on their faces. Do they know? She wondered, as her blood froze inside her veins, a hand instinctively going to her belly to cover it with the cardigan.

John realized what she might have thought and ever so slightly he shook his head, hoping the others had not noticed “You have to listen to something…” he said instead.

He made her sit down on a stool and went up to Freddie to pick two paper sheets and handing them to Melissa. She was soon surrounded by the girls, who patted on her shoulder and squeezed her arms in excitement, looking at her with loving eyes.

“You all are scaring me, I hope you know that” Melissa exhaled and she made them chuckle.

She focused on the words written on the first line and underlined three times: You’re my best friend.

Brian started playing and she looked up to meet his smiling eyes, Roger beside him blew her a kiss and fondly smiled at her. Freddie was next to him and he had some sheets in his hands: he winked at her and started singing:

Ooh, you make me live

Whenever this world is cruel to me

I got you to help me forgive

Ooh, you make me live now honey

You're the first one

When things turn out bad

You know I'll never be lonely

You're my only one

And I love the things

I really love the things that you do

I'm happy at home

Ooh, you're my best friend

Melissa followed the lyrics on the paper and as she listened to the beautiful song and Freddie’s wonderful voice, she brought a hand to cover her mouth.

When the song ended, she had watery eyes and she couldn’t stop staring at John. He walked towards her and the girls stepped back to give them some space.

“What do you think?” John asked with a big smile.

Melissa sniffled and smiled back “It’s beautiful, honey” she wrapped her arms around him and he held her tight, nuzzling his nose on her neck and inhaling the scent of her hair.

“I’m so glad you do” he whispered pulling away from the hug to place his hands on both sides of her waist.

When she leaned in to kiss him, she realized the whole group was still staring at them. She glanced at the small party that was crowding the kitchen and raised her eyebrows “Do you mind guys?” she asked, hoping they would get the hint and piss off.

“Not at all darling” Freddie replied and gestured them to go on.

Melissa rolled her eyes and gave John a small peck on the lips, too embarrassed by the inappropriate amount of eyes looking at them, among which there also were her brother’s.

The group went ‘aww’ anyway and they all started chuckling and chitchatting, bringing things back to normality.

As Melissa scooped her eyes around the kitchen, with John by her side, she realized that in that very room were concentrated all the most important people of her life and in that moment she felt like she had everything she needed.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 17

Summary Chapter 17: Some time has passed (you’ll figure out how much) and it’s time to come home.

Word count: 2.9K

Warnings: Again fluffiness! Some curse words as usual and some SMUT at the end of the chapter (nothing too explicit, guys the best is yet to come)

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“Mary, we’ll be late! Get your ass over here!” Melissa yelled from the living room of her apartment. She looked once again at the clock on the wall and puffed. She tapped nervously her foot on the floor, adrenaline flowing in her veins at the thought of what was awaiting them in the next few hours.

“I don’t think I like that tone, young lady” Mary replied smugly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and picking up the sandals she was about to wear.

Melissa snorted “You are impossible! I’m gonna meet you in the car, please hurry up” she headed to the door and closed it behind her. After a few flights of stairs, she finally got to the front door of the building and stepped into the warm sun of the first days of May. She had always loved the months that led spring to turn into the summer: she found a kind of magic in the air and she was firmly convinced people were happier in that time of the year.

She got in the driver’s seat and turned on the engine, setting the radio to a station she liked. She smiled, nodding along to the song creaking up from the speakers and thinking back to all the moments she had spent in that car. John’s car.

When he was away touring with the band he always let her take care of the car: he was quite affectionate to it.

She was startled by the passenger’s door opening and Mary stumbling in. She gave her a wide smile and Melissa rolled her eyes “Okay, fine, we’re on time. But we almost weren’t and that would have been your fault”.

“But we’re not so…” Mary raised her shoulders and grinned.

“Yeah, we almost were” Melissa stated one more time, already struggling in the mid-afternoon traffic of the centre of London.

Mary looked at her all concentrated “You are so bitchy…” Melissa rolled her eyes and cranked up a smile involuntarily. Mary continued “You don’t shag in months, and it shows, my dear”

Melissa gasped and lifted a hand from the steering wheel to smack her on the shoulder “Yeah… well… you too, young lady” she tried to joke, to avert Mary’s attention from her red cheeks.

The other chuckled “Yeah, but Freddie and I have other methods to feel… closer to each other” she winked at the blonde and Melissa shook her head giggling.

“You two are disgusting” she said, still giggling.

“Yeah, well it works” Mary adjusted herself on her seat and looked out of the window “you are practically vibrating from all the tension you have stored in these months”

She loudly cackled and Melissa knew her cheeks were burning red: she laughed too, thinking that Mary was actually right.

She felt herself flush at the thought, but Mary was damn right. She missed having John around, and their cheesy – as everyone used to call them – dates, the nights spent watching random tv snuggled on the couch and their long walks in the park or the occasional visits to museums and conferences. But one of the things she mostly missed – she was shy even to admit it to herself, even though it was the most common thing on Earth - was their intimacy.

Her cheeks flushed again and she smiled while her mind wandered to the moment she would have seen him appear from the airport’s gate.

John and Melissa – as well as Freddie and Mary – had not seen each other for three months straight, but the whole year, from the band’s first tour in America to the one they were returning from now in Japan, had been a crazy year.

The guys had gone from tour to studio, then tour again, a small session of press and recording in England, then back on the road. The time Melissa and John had spent together was really small if compared than how much they had spent together at the beginning of their relationship, already four years in the past.

She felt emotional at the thought: they had been together for four years, more than she had ever been with anyone and she knew she would have not wanted to spend them with anyone else.

She was so deep into her thoughts, she hadn’t realized her brain had automatically driven them at the airport like it was in autopilot. She turned to see Mary asleep with her head on the window: she understood why no one had awakened her from the train of thoughts.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, we’re here” she said, scrolling slightly the girl's shoulder and watching her crank her eyes open, giving her a small smile.

They got out of the car and followed the instructions to the gate they knew their friends were coming in. They had arrived just on time to hear their flight being called in the speakers, the robotic voice announcing the landing.

The girls smiled at each other and stretched their necks to look for the party of six people: the band plus Chelsea and Chrissie, who had followed the guys on every tour, being part of their staff.

Mel caught a mass of curly long hair who couldn’t be mistaken: Brian had his arm draped on Chrissie’s shoulder and was carrying their luggage with the other. Behind him she saw her brother’s bright blond hair, his head resting on Chelsea’s, as they walked hugged, each of them carrying a bag. At last, she saw Freddie, talking with someone from the crew and behind them, mixed with some other people from the crew, with his neck stretching out too, she saw him.

The moment they locked eyes, she bolted through the crowd and jumped in his arms, the biggest smile on both her faces.

“I’ve missed you so much, darling” John muffled through her hair, letting his bag fall on the ground to wrap his arms around her back.

He inhaled the familiar, sweet smell of her hair and smiled: it’s so good to be home, he thought.

He surely enjoyed making music and performing, but during the last tour, he found himself missing home more than usual. And for home, he meant Melissa.

“I’ve missed you too” she replied, climbing down and looking him in the eyes, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. God, how she had missed his lips.

They were soon surrounded by the others and Mary cleared her throat theatrically “We’re waiting, just for you, honey” she said smugly.

Melissa turned her head towards her and gave her a cold stare, knowing perfectly well that Mary was just mocking her attitude of earlier that day.

The others chuckled and Melissa left John’s arms, to go hug the rest of her friends. Her brother stepped on first, opening his arms for her to cradle into: she felt strangled inside his grip and she heard him whisper “I’ve missed you, sis”. She hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek, whispering in his ear she had missed him too. She stepped back so that she could look him in the eyes and she caught a renewed sparkle in them.

He was looking at her interrogatively and she simply smiled. I think I know what – or better who – the reason is, she thought.

And the reason appeared right in front of her face, her brunette hair tied up in a messy low ponytail: the two girls hugged tightly.

When they pulled back from the hug they had watery eyes and they both chuckled “This is so stupid, why does this happen every time?” Mel uttered, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Chelsea giggled “Yeah, I don’t know… I’ll never get used to it”

Mary came closer to them and hugged Chelsea, while Melissa went on to hug Chrissie and then Brian, who ruffled her hair and said “We hope you didn’t have too much fun without us”

Melissa smiled, going towards Freddie to hug him as well “Oh trust me, we did a have a lot of fun. We’ve actually come here to brag about it”

They chuckled and walked together towards the parking lot. Brian, Chrissie, Freddie and Mary headed to Chrissie’s car, who had been parked there by Mary earlier that morning: the two couples had agreed to go out for drinks, while the other two decided to head home.

“Oh c’mon, guys, don’t be so dull!” Freddie protested but the four of them shook their heads.

“I’m sorry, Fred, we’re just tired, that’s all” Chelsea rubbed her hand on his arm and the others nodded, agreeing with her.

He rolled his eyes “Yeah, yeah… find a better one next time, you guys are practically eating each other out with your eyes since the gate”

Chelsea chuckled and looked down, trying to hide the redness of her cheeks and the smug smile on her face: she had to admit Freddie was not wrong. Roger widely smiled and winked at him.

Freddie furrowed his brows “…I was not talking to you guys” he leered.

Melissa widened her eyes, feeling herself blush, and covered her face with a hand. John softly chuckled and looked down, awfully aware he too had gone all red. The others all laughed at their reaction and soon enough they were all making fun of them.

“It’s always the quiet ones…” Brian chuckled.

“Oh no, Bri, believe me. They want us to believe they are the quiet ones, but I’m ready to bet my pinkie finger, they are the kinkiest here” Mary stated pointing at them, shocking the whole group and making everyone laugh.

Melissa buried her face into John’s chest, trying so bad to hide the huge grin beaming on her face, and he wrapped his arm around her, still giggling, as if to shed her from their very inappropriate jokes.

“Okay, okay, guys… cut it out!” he exclaimed, and everyone dialled down the giggles “We have something important to do, remember?” he added moving fast towards the car, earning a nudge in the stomach from Melissa and lots of laughs from the others.

Melissa was still embarrassed when she walked to the passenger’s door, but she realized how much she loved those moments with the guys and how she had missed them.

Roger quickly grabbed her arm “Whoa, sis, that’s my spot”

Melissa smugly grinned “Not in this car it isn’t” and she climbed into the car.

“John, will you let me drive? I desperately need to drive on the proper side of the street” Roger whined over the hood of the car.

“Let me think about it… Uhm… No” John scrolled his shoulders and entered the car as well.

Roger puffed and took place next to Chelsea in the back seat: at least they could lounge together, enjoying the last rays of sunlight dashing through the windows.

As they dove into the traffic, Chelsea filled Melissa in with some of the main things that had happened on tour and John and Roger sometimes jumped into the conversation with an inside joke or a tiny detail that eventually made them all laugh. Melissa was glad to have them back and to listen to all the great things of Japan, but just like every other time they came back from a tour, she couldn’t help but feel left out.

She felt like she had missed part of their friendship and she began to worry that the group had grown closer, leaving her and Mary just right out.

She nodded politely and laughed along with them, trying to ignore the thoughts in her head, but John knew her too damn well. He placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently: it wasn’t a move, just a way of checking how she felt.

He glanced at her and she replied with a sincere smile, trying to reassure him everything was gonna be okay.

John parked on the side of the road to Rog and Mel’s apartment and he and Melissa turned back to face the two in the backseat. Melissa smiled at her friend and Chelsea knew exactly what to do, even if Melissa hadn’t asked her anything.

“Mel, is it okay if I sleep here tonight? I don’t feel like unpacking and if I go home, I know I will have to”

Melissa chuckled “Of course Chel” she took her hand and squeezed it a bit, before glancing at John.

He caught on “In that case, Mel you can come to our place if you want” he said promptly and Melissa nodded giving them both a small smile.

Roger was not sure what that exchange of looks meant, but he resolved he would ask Chelsea later. He climbed off the car followed by Chelsea right after; as John helped them unload their luggage Roger whispered to her ear “Brian and Chrissie will come home eventually… You do know we would have had an apartment all to ourselves if we had switched like we always do, right?”

Chelsea smugly smiled “I know. But they need it more than we do, right now” she simply said, turning back to wave at the car sprinting through the streets of London.

On the way to John’s apartment, his hand never left Mel’s lap, intertwined with her fingers, as she softly drew patterns on his wrist. They were silent for a while, then he spoke up “You know you don’t have to be upset”

Melissa frowned “I’m not upset” she lied.

John raised an eyebrow “Don’t lie to me, Mel,” he said “I saw the look on your face while Chelsea was talking about our tour”

“Weren’t you supposed to be driving?”

He chuckled “Yeah, I have special multitasking skills” he winked at her and she softly chuckled.

“But that’s not the point” he sighed “I know this has been a rough year for us, but it will get better”

Melissa exhaled “You always say that, John, I really find it difficult to believe you any more”

John glanced at her and realized she was serious. He squeezed her hand and smiled without looking away from the street “Hey, this time I swear it will be better, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled again “Our next tour starts in November, so that gives us six whole months to ourselves” he smirked and a smile cranked up on the girl’s face.

“Are you being serious now?” she asked turning her head so that she could study his expression.

John lifted his hand from her lap “I pinkie swear it, honey” he showed her his pinkie finger and she intertwined it with hers.

“This binds you for life, Deacon, you break your promise and bad things will happen to you” she smugly leered.

John smirked “Trust me on this, my love, I mean it” he placed his hand back on her lap. When they reached their destination, he turned off the engine and shifted in his seat to face her.

“As for the bad things that are gonna happen to me… what exactly are they?” he asked nonchalantly.

Melissa grew a wide grin on her face “Haven’t decided yet. We’ll just have to find out…” she winked and shrugged her shoulders, before getting out of the car and waiting for him to do the same.

Once he had locked the car and taken his bag, they headed inside the building and upstairs. When they were in front of the door, John turned and looked at Melissa.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked and seeing he didn’t answer she added, “why are you staring at me?”

John had been struck by a frightening yet delightful thought. It was like he had seen a glimpse of a possible future: the two of them driving around and chatting then coming home – their home – to the warmth of their cosy apartment, the scent of candles still in the air, small giggles coming from the guest room. Only that it wasn’t a guest who was staying there: the would enter the room to find their children, playing lovingly with each other. They would smile and sit down with them. They would play and cook dinner and then snuggle on the couch watching Doctor Who, all of them together. As a family.

He stumbled out of his daydream, his sight focusing on the confused face in front of him. He smiled and simply leaned down to kiss her. She was a bit surprised but was more than glad to dive into it.

John pulled back to quickly open the door and rush both of them inside. He closed it behind him and let the bag fell on the floor next to it. He circled Melissa with his arms and inched forward to find her lips again. They stumbled towards the bedroom, still kissing and trailing their hands on each other.

“God, I’ve missed you so much” he mumbled between kisses and Mel smiled against his lips and tried to catch enough breath to reply “Me too”.

They reached the bedroom, gradually removing layers of each other’s clothing.

“You know we’re just confirming Freddie’s theory, right?” John asked out of breath, as he unfolded his bed sheets.

Melissa climbed on the bed, standing on her knees, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smirked “Yeah, well, we better try and try again to prove he’s right. You know, like scientists do”

John raised an eyebrow and chuckled “Now? You feel the need to bring up your work at the lab, right now?”

Melissa loudly cackled and John continued “You know that’s not funny nor sexy, right?”

She nodded, still chuckling and John felt his heart filling with love and joy. He fondly smiled and leaned down to kiss her softly again. Melissa lowered her back, dragging him down on the mattress with her and John picked up the sheets to cover both of them and shed them from the outside world.

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