Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon
This is a short Roger Taylor fan fic and it probably is the only RT fan fic on here, so that's why I made it! I'm still debating on weather I should continue it or not. I probably will!
The setting is in London, England 1976
Enjoy my little darlings(:
As I stared out into space, my doorbell rang, and along with it came a light knock. I sat down my book and peered out my opened window to see Roger's old, red topless sports car that I always loved to ride in, then I smiled. I quickly ran to the door, then opened it. Roger was standing there with a huge smile on his face and a single red rose in his hand. "Hi Lily." He said. I squealed like a little kid and gave him a big bear hug, I was too exsided to say anything back!
"I'm back!" He laughed as he hugged me back.
"And so soon!" I let go of him. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming today, Roger?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise. And I bought this for you." Roger handed me the rise he had and I sniffed it. It didn't smell like all the other flowers, it had a sweet scent to it. As I tucked a strand of my curly brown hair behind my ear, I could feel Roger staring deeply at me. I didn't dare stare back, so I kept sniffing the beautiful flower.
"Listen Lily," Roger sighed. "I wanted my welcome home to be special for us, so I prepared something for us to do today if you'd like?" He flashed me one of his irresitable smiles and I smiled back.
"Id love to, Roger. What do you suggest we do?"
"Well, ah. It may sound weird coming from me, but I really wanted to go to the park. I mean if you'd-"
I quickly cut him off then took his hand. "I'd love to." I could tell that Roger was getting nervous, because his face was turning red and his palm was sweaty. He simply nodded his head, then led me out the door to his car.
When I started to climb over the car door into his passenger seat, he stopped me. "We're taking a different form of transportation!" He teased, then walked to the back of his sports car and pulled out a vintage light blue bicycle with a basket out of the trunk. I eyed it in awe and smiled.
"Where'd you get that from?" I asked him, checking out the new bike.
"I got it on tour! Do you like it?"
"I love it, Roger. It's beautiful!" Just then, Roger scooped me off of my feet and I squealed again. He put me on the top of the bikes handle bars then sat on the bicycles seat himself. "Why'd you do that?" I asked as he started to peddle us in the direction of the park. The wind blew my hair back, making me feel like I was a bird soaring high up in the sky. I spread my pretend wings out beside me and giggled.
"Having fun?" Roger laughed. After a few minutes, we arrived at the park, but Roger didn't stop peddling.
"What are you doing?" I chuckled, debating on weather I should jump or not. When he finally stopped, we both feel to the ground with me on the bottom and Roger and the fancy (but now dirty) bike ontop. We both groaned as we got up then started laughing like maniacs. "That was fun!" I smiled. Roger rolled off of me then held his finger and grimaced at it. "What's the matter, Rog?" I asked. He put his finger in my face that was now a purplish/black color. I grimaced too.
"It hurts, mama!" He said in a baby voice with his bottom lip poking out.
"You want me to kiss it to make it feel better, baby?" I offered. Roger slightly nodded his head. I lightly grabbed his finger then have it a small kiss just enough so it wouldn't hurt it. "did it work?"
With his eyes gazing into mine, Roger whispered "it always works" then leaned into me. Ih oh, he's gonna kiss me. I'm not even ready yet! I paniced in my mind as I looked at Rogers perfect pink lips coming towards mine. Quickly, I pulled the bike infront of me so Roger wouldn't come any closer and chuckled nervously.
"Oh...sorry." He apologized, looking a bit sheepish. "I just got caught up in the moment." I felt a bit bad for what I did to him, but then again I didn't. I mean, it was a surprise kiss so I wasn't even ready, it wasn't my fault!
After a long awkward silence, I finally spoke up. "So why are we here?" I sweetly asked. Rogers face brightened back up then he snapped his finger that wasn't broken.
"Oh, I almost forgot! I've got a surprise for you." He climbed to his feet then jogged around the tree and brought out a simple brown picnic basket along with a blanket.
"What's that?" I asked, even though I knew the awnser. He stretched out the traditional red and white checkered blanket then offered me to sit down on it. As he sat down too, he began to sort out all the sandwhiches, fruits, and other snacks that were in the basket. Then lastly, he took out a vase with a bouquet of white daisys in it. "Oh Roger, did you do all this yourself?" I gasped, looking at all the food that was prepared.
"Yes I did all of it myself! Well, with a little help from Deacon."
"So that explains the cheese on toast, huh?" I giggled.
"Yeah!" Roger pulled out two plates from the basket and filled the both with one of each food that was on our picnic blanket. As he did that, I stared at him deeply and began to think about how much he must really love me to do all of this. I must be one special girl for him to do this for me! I thought with a smile. He placed the full plate infront of me and gave me a drink.
"Vodka?!" I shouted in shock.
"Well...it was all I had! Don't you like it?" He cheekily smiled then bit into his sandwhich made of turkey and cheese. I looked at the full sized alcohol bottle then scoffed. That's Roger for ya'!
"Your such a clown, Roger!" I joked and began to eat myself.
The whole day pasted by like that, and soon it was night. Roger and I had finished our delicious picnic, but we were still at the park sitting under the tree and staring up at the sky that was lit up by the millions of beautiful stars. I sat inbetween Rogers legs and stroked his arm softly. "It's so beautiful, isn't it Roger?" I whispered as I traced the constillations in the sky that I knew with my eyes. Roger looked down at me and smiled.
"You sure are." He said, giving me a peck on the forehead. I lightly chuckled then continued to look up. We sat there for the longest time, saying nothing, yet it didn't seem like we were alone. I stretched up my arms then gave a big yawn.
"It's getting late," I got up and stretched again. "I think we should be getting home!" Roger stood up with me and looked at his big fancy watch in sadness.
"I guess it is. Your right." As I started towards my house, Roger gathered the picnic basket and blanket. Then, I heard him whisper something so I turned around.
Just do it, Roger! He whispered, while hitting his face with his palm. I looked in his hand and saw a small opened box with a diamond ring that sparkled in the star light. I suddenly felt my whole body jump and my face brightened. Yes, just do it. I thought, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to propose to me.
Roger sighed, putting the box in his tight jean pocket, then started walking towards me with the vintage bike by his side. The rest of the walk home was silent. Everytime I glanced over at him, Roger had his "thinking face" (as he liked to call it) on, which was actually him scrunching his eyebrows and leaving his mouth slightly open; I thought it was very attractive. I walked closer to him then grabbed his hand slowly and looked around like nothing happened. Instantly he pulled me closer than I already was and wrapped his free arm around me. "I love you, Roger." I whispered as if someone else might hear.
When we approached my house, Roger put the bike and basket back in the trunk of his car and slowly walked me to my porch. "I had a really great time, Lily." Roger smiled, taking both of my hands in his. I swung at arms slightly side to side and smiled back. Again, there was a short silence so I ended it.
"You look like you need to get something off your chest, Roger." I said, gesturing to the obviously showing box in his pocket. "You can tell me anything, you know!"
Roger sighed and let go of my hands. "Right. I do!" He laughed nervously then took out the box with his shaken and sweaty hands. I bit my lip and anxiously waited for him to pop the big question, but he froze. He stared at me blankly then closed his eyes.
"Lily, will you marry me?" He quickly said, pushing the box with the big diamond ring in it. He opened his eyes back up and bit his lip too. I, surprisingly in shock, covered my mouth with my hands and nodded my head. "Yes?" He asked in exsitment.
"Yes, Roger. I will!" I screamed, throwing my body into his arms where he caught me and held me tight. "Yes." I repeated.