One-Shots

I Do Need You (Maylor)

Brian's P. O. V.

The incessant ringing of my alarm clock is what woke me up this morning. I stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen for a quick breakfast. John had written a superb song, "I Want To Break Free", and we were set to start recording some of the video today. I don't really remember what John and Roger are supposed to be wearing, but I know we are going to do a funny bit in drag. I'll be sporting a pink night gown and some fab bunny slippers. Freddie is wearing a mini skirt, I think. Speaking of clothing, I should put some on after I eat. 

I made toast with jam and tea, reading the paper as I sat down to eat. I looked at the clock, seeing I had no time for a shower, I hurried off to my room to slip on a t-shirt and jeans. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my keys before rushing out the door. I was wearing a thin jacket, but the chilly March wind cut right through, sending a shiver racking down my spine. I hopped in the car and quickly started it, throwing it into gear and starting my way to the studio.

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I arrived at the studio and walked in, waving at folks as I walked through the lobby. I can't help but smile as I start thinking about one person in particular: Roger. He's my best friend, but honestly... I want more. I love him. Not like the brotherly love I feel towards John and Freddie, but as in I'm in love with him. God, since the first day we met, I can never get his baby blue eyes, those perfect blond locks, and that breath-taking voice out of my head. He's just so irresisstable.

I push past the large double doors that lead to the set, and look around. The scene was basically like a house. One side had what looked to be a bedroom, the other had a living room with fake stairs and everything. As I'm being escorted to my dressing room, I stop to talk to John. I dismiss the woman who was with me and she leaves.

"Good morning John" I speak cheerfully.

"Well, good morning Bri" He responds with the same tone.

"Um... where is Roger- and Freddie?" I see him smirk and he nods his head down the hallway.

"They're both getting dressed... god, they look- you'll see." He surpresses a laugh and I just nod.

"We should get ready too, eh?" I pat his shoulder and he agrees.

We part and I head to the room with my name on it. I walk in and spot my outfit on the couch. God I can't believe I'm actually going to wear this thing. I pick it up and examine it- it's a light pink sleep gown with a thin white lacy sort of trim and is completed with pink bunny slippers. I look at the clock- I still have plenty of time...

I decide to postpone putting it on until the last minute. I place the outfit back on the couch and step over to the table, grabbing a little paper cup and pouring water into it. I walk over to the door with it in my hand and open the door, stepping out into the hallway. No one is in the hallway, but I could hear folks talking. Walking down the hallway, I gasp as one of the doors open and a stunning blonde walks out. She's wearing a white blouse, a short, pleaded, black skirt with tall white socks over black stockings. A straw hat tied around her neck hung behind her head and a pink and yellow stripe tie completed her outfit. Her gorgous blondehair was held little black bows. She was beautiful. 

She must have heard me gasp, for she turned around and I dropped my cup of water. It wasn't a pretty blonde school girl, it was our pretty blond bandmate! God, I thought he was hot in normal clothes! I gulped and he started to blush. 

Roger's P. O. V.

I walked out into the hallway and was met by a staring Brian. He was holding a cup of water, but he dropped it. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as he stared me up and down, starstrucked. I didn't know whether he knew it was me or not, but he seemed to definitely enjoying what he saw.