Oh yeah, Ladymercury, make sure John doesnt forget to grab his coupons that he clipped, and saversclub card, when he goes to the grocery store, lol!
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Favourite chapter, i think, 'cos it's so indifferent haha
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 5.
"Are corn flakes on your list?" asked Freddie.
"Erm...Yes. Yes, yes, I have corn flakes on here," replied John.
A small moment of silence.
"What about ham?" said Roger from the back, leaning against the window with his hands behind his head.
"Mhmm..," said John. "Don't worry. I have everything on here. Do we need sugar?"
"Sugar! Of course. I put that in my tea for me to stay sweet!" cried Freddie. "Sheesh."
The car became silent. John drove on, speeding up every so often, humming a tune of something. Freddie fiddled with the radio, flipping around till he found a station he liked. Then he became bored with it and changed the station again. Freddie turned it off after a while and stared out the window, admiring the prettiness of downtown London. Roger still layed on the seat, head against the window, feeling a bit sleepy. He twisted a fine golden lock of hair on his head and occasionally scratched his nose and sniffled.
"All right, we're here." said John, breaking the silence. "Is anyone coming with me?"
Freddie and Roger shrugged. "I'm tired." muttered Roger.
"Mm, me too! I just want to sit at the driver's seat for a bit while you do your shopping." said Freddie.
"Why do you want to do that?" asked John.
"Because I want a feeling of driving, darling! You know I don't know how."
"Oh, yeah. Well, be back in a while!" said John, climbing out of the car. He went into the store.
Freddie scrambled over to the other side and sat behind the wheel. He turned on the radio again, went through a bunch of stations again, and stopped at one playing "Break On Through" by the Doors. Freddie started singing along, squirming in his seat like a toad. Roger almost fell asleep into a light doze, but woke up again and stared for a bit at Freddie while he drummed on the steering wheel and shouted. Roger laughed.
"Hm? Like my singing, Rog, hm, don't you?" said Freddie, cocking his head to one side.
"Yes, ha, it's fantastic!" cried Roger, sitting up now.
"Join me in the front, will you? Be a dear, now."
Roger climbed over from the back into the passenger seat. Freddie patted him on the shoulder, rested his hand there for some time, and continued singing along with the next song that had come on, "Come Together."
"Cor, I like this song!" said Roger, bouncing up and down.
Freddie and Roger put their arms around each others shoulders and sang the song as loudly as they could. Passersby walking by the car stared quizzically into the car, wondering what such thing could provoke so much enthusiasm in two young, wild men.
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 5.
"Are corn flakes on your list?" asked Freddie.
"Erm...Yes. Yes, yes, I have corn flakes on here," replied John.
A small moment of silence.
"What about ham?" said Roger from the back, leaning against the window with his hands behind his head.
"Mhmm..," said John. "Don't worry. I have everything on here. Do we need sugar?"
"Sugar! Of course. I put that in my tea for me to stay sweet!" cried Freddie. "Sheesh."
The car became silent. John drove on, speeding up every so often, humming a tune of something. Freddie fiddled with the radio, flipping around till he found a station he liked. Then he became bored with it and changed the station again. Freddie turned it off after a while and stared out the window, admiring the prettiness of downtown London. Roger still layed on the seat, head against the window, feeling a bit sleepy. He twisted a fine golden lock of hair on his head and occasionally scratched his nose and sniffled.
"All right, we're here." said John, breaking the silence. "Is anyone coming with me?"
Freddie and Roger shrugged. "I'm tired." muttered Roger.
"Mm, me too! I just want to sit at the driver's seat for a bit while you do your shopping." said Freddie.
"Why do you want to do that?" asked John.
"Because I want a feeling of driving, darling! You know I don't know how."
"Oh, yeah. Well, be back in a while!" said John, climbing out of the car. He went into the store.
Freddie scrambled over to the other side and sat behind the wheel. He turned on the radio again, went through a bunch of stations again, and stopped at one playing "Break On Through" by the Doors. Freddie started singing along, squirming in his seat like a toad. Roger almost fell asleep into a light doze, but woke up again and stared for a bit at Freddie while he drummed on the steering wheel and shouted. Roger laughed.
"Hm? Like my singing, Rog, hm, don't you?" said Freddie, cocking his head to one side.
"Yes, ha, it's fantastic!" cried Roger, sitting up now.
"Join me in the front, will you? Be a dear, now."
Roger climbed over from the back into the passenger seat. Freddie patted him on the shoulder, rested his hand there for some time, and continued singing along with the next song that had come on, "Come Together."
"Cor, I like this song!" said Roger, bouncing up and down.
Freddie and Roger put their arms around each others shoulders and sang the song as loudly as they could. Passersby walking by the car stared quizzically into the car, wondering what such thing could provoke so much enthusiasm in two young, wild men.
Okay, LadyMercury...
Meanwhile, what is John and Brian up too? I feel kinda bad for Brian in the story, dude was just hungry, he did know who's egg it was, but hey, your the writer, I'm the reader...SERIOUSLY, FREDDIE DIDNT OR COULDNT DRIVE IN REAL LIFE, RIGHT?
I wish I could add more to this story, but I'm noooooo good at this kinda stuff, but I'm good writing poetry, but not this kinda stuff, lol...
Meanwhile, what is John and Brian up too? I feel kinda bad for Brian in the story, dude was just hungry, he did know who's egg it was, but hey, your the writer, I'm the reader...SERIOUSLY, FREDDIE DIDNT OR COULDNT DRIVE IN REAL LIFE, RIGHT?
I wish I could add more to this story, but I'm noooooo good at this kinda stuff, but I'm good writing poetry, but not this kinda stuff, lol...
Okay, LadyMercury...
Meanwhile, what is John and Brian up too? I feel kinda bad for Brian in the story, dude was just hungry, he did know who's egg it was, but hey, your the writer, I'm the reader...SERIOUSLY, FREDDIE DIDNT OR COULDNT DRIVE IN REAL LIFE, RIGHT?
I wish I could add more to this story, but I'm noooooo good at this kinda stuff, but I'm good writing poetry, but not this kinda stuff, lol...
Meanwhile, what is John and Brian up too? I feel kinda bad for Brian in the story, dude was just hungry, he did know who's egg it was, but hey, your the writer, I'm the reader...SERIOUSLY, FREDDIE DIDNT OR COULDNT DRIVE IN REAL LIFE, RIGHT?
I wish I could add more to this story, but I'm noooooo good at this kinda stuff, but I'm good writing poetry, but not this kinda stuff, lol...
Hahhahah this is great....
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]LadyMercury wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Favourite chapter, i think, 'cos it's so indifferent haha
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 5.
"Are corn flakes on your list?" asked Freddie.
"Erm...Yes. Yes, yes, I have corn flakes on here," replied John.
A small moment of silence.
"What about ham?" said Roger from the back, leaning against the window with his hands behind his head.
"Mhmm..," said John. "Don't worry. I have everything on here. Do we need sugar?"
"Sugar! Of course. I put that in my tea for me to stay sweet!" cried Freddie. "Sheesh."
The car became silent. John drove on, speeding up every so often, humming a tune of something. Freddie fiddled with the radio, flipping around till he found a station he liked. Then he became bored with it and changed the station again. Freddie turned it off after a while and stared out the window, admiring the prettiness of downtown London. Roger still layed on the seat, head against the window, feeling a bit sleepy. He twisted a fine golden lock of hair on his head and occasionally scratched his nose and sniffled.
"All right, we're here." said John, breaking the silence. "Is anyone coming with me?"
Freddie and Roger shrugged. "I'm tired." muttered Roger.
"Mm, me too! I just want to sit at the driver's seat for a bit while you do your shopping." said Freddie.
"Why do you want to do that?" asked John.
"Because I want a feeling of driving, darling! You know I don't know how."
"Oh, yeah. Well, be back in a while!" said John, climbing out of the car. He went into the store.
Freddie scrambled over to the other side and sat behind the wheel. He turned on the radio again, went through a bunch of stations again, and stopped at one playing "Break On Through" by the Doors. Freddie started singing along, squirming in his seat like a toad. Roger almost fell asleep into a light doze, but woke up again and stared for a bit at Freddie while he drummed on the steering wheel and shouted. Roger laughed.
"Hm? Like my singing, Rog, hm, don't you?" said Freddie, cocking his head to one side.
"Yes, ha, it's fantastic!" cried Roger, sitting up now.
"Join me in the front, will you? Be a dear, now."
Roger climbed over from the back into the passenger seat. Freddie patted him on the shoulder, rested his hand there for some time, and continued singing along with the next song that had come on, "Come Together."
"Cor, I like this song!" said Roger, bouncing up and down.
Freddie and Roger put their arms around each others shoulders and sang the song as loudly as they could. Passersby walking by the car stared quizzically into the car, wondering what such thing could provoke so much enthusiasm in two young, wild men.[/QUOTE]
I want the next chapter! (and incidently it should include more Freddie and Roger :D)
hehe.
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 5.
"Are corn flakes on your list?" asked Freddie.
"Erm...Yes. Yes, yes, I have corn flakes on here," replied John.
A small moment of silence.
"What about ham?" said Roger from the back, leaning against the window with his hands behind his head.
"Mhmm..," said John. "Don't worry. I have everything on here. Do we need sugar?"
"Sugar! Of course. I put that in my tea for me to stay sweet!" cried Freddie. "Sheesh."
The car became silent. John drove on, speeding up every so often, humming a tune of something. Freddie fiddled with the radio, flipping around till he found a station he liked. Then he became bored with it and changed the station again. Freddie turned it off after a while and stared out the window, admiring the prettiness of downtown London. Roger still layed on the seat, head against the window, feeling a bit sleepy. He twisted a fine golden lock of hair on his head and occasionally scratched his nose and sniffled.
"All right, we're here." said John, breaking the silence. "Is anyone coming with me?"
Freddie and Roger shrugged. "I'm tired." muttered Roger.
"Mm, me too! I just want to sit at the driver's seat for a bit while you do your shopping." said Freddie.
"Why do you want to do that?" asked John.
"Because I want a feeling of driving, darling! You know I don't know how."
"Oh, yeah. Well, be back in a while!" said John, climbing out of the car. He went into the store.
Freddie scrambled over to the other side and sat behind the wheel. He turned on the radio again, went through a bunch of stations again, and stopped at one playing "Break On Through" by the Doors. Freddie started singing along, squirming in his seat like a toad. Roger almost fell asleep into a light doze, but woke up again and stared for a bit at Freddie while he drummed on the steering wheel and shouted. Roger laughed.
"Hm? Like my singing, Rog, hm, don't you?" said Freddie, cocking his head to one side.
"Yes, ha, it's fantastic!" cried Roger, sitting up now.
"Join me in the front, will you? Be a dear, now."
Roger climbed over from the back into the passenger seat. Freddie patted him on the shoulder, rested his hand there for some time, and continued singing along with the next song that had come on, "Come Together."
"Cor, I like this song!" said Roger, bouncing up and down.
Freddie and Roger put their arms around each others shoulders and sang the song as loudly as they could. Passersby walking by the car stared quizzically into the car, wondering what such thing could provoke so much enthusiasm in two young, wild men.[/QUOTE]
I want the next chapter! (and incidently it should include more Freddie and Roger :D)
hehe.
i love this!!! Keep going...
I want to write a chapter!
Let me know which one and when its my turn!!!
:-P
Good music mentioned in here btw!!!!
I want to write a chapter!
Let me know which one and when its my turn!!!
:-P
Good music mentioned in here btw!!!!
Voila! Chapitre 6!
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 6.
Roger and Freddie were quite bored now. How long was it going to take John to buy groceries? They passed the time for a while poking each other, then playing footsies. The radio was still blaring, and it was very dark out now.
"I miss John," said Roger. "I wonder if he will come back. With my ham."
"Don't you worry, dear," replied Freddie, draping an arm around him. "I will keep you company!"
They sat a little closer, glimpsing at each other every so often. Freddie then lay his head on top of Roger's and began to sing softly. Roger was sweetly lulled by this and smiled. He lifted his right arm up and put it round Freddie,
then drawing him in and hugging him. He heard Freddie sigh into his hair.
"You are very sweet, Roger!" murmured Freddie, excitement rising in him. He rested his hand over Roger's elbow.
But then they were interrupted by John, knocking on Freddie's window. Freddie took himself off Roger and rolled it down.
"Freddie's Tarts and Prozzies Service, how may I assist you?" Freddie called out in a humourous, light tone.
"Haha, Freddie, but come on, let me in. These bags are heavy!"
"You're going to have to pay us if you want to bag us!" replied Freddie, showing John his chest. Roger chuckled.
John smiled and opened the door, shoving Freddie aside. Roger quickly got out and went into his place in the back. John set the bags between he and Freddie, and Freddie almost immediately began rummaging through them.
"Hey!" exclaimed Freddie, picking out a lemon, "This looks like me!" He was pointing down to his privy area.
John and Roger both grinned widely, laughing silently. They drove off.
I'm taking this sensual stuff slowly, I want to keep you all on your toes, haha!
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 6.
Roger and Freddie were quite bored now. How long was it going to take John to buy groceries? They passed the time for a while poking each other, then playing footsies. The radio was still blaring, and it was very dark out now.
"I miss John," said Roger. "I wonder if he will come back. With my ham."
"Don't you worry, dear," replied Freddie, draping an arm around him. "I will keep you company!"
They sat a little closer, glimpsing at each other every so often. Freddie then lay his head on top of Roger's and began to sing softly. Roger was sweetly lulled by this and smiled. He lifted his right arm up and put it round Freddie,
then drawing him in and hugging him. He heard Freddie sigh into his hair.
"You are very sweet, Roger!" murmured Freddie, excitement rising in him. He rested his hand over Roger's elbow.
But then they were interrupted by John, knocking on Freddie's window. Freddie took himself off Roger and rolled it down.
"Freddie's Tarts and Prozzies Service, how may I assist you?" Freddie called out in a humourous, light tone.
"Haha, Freddie, but come on, let me in. These bags are heavy!"
"You're going to have to pay us if you want to bag us!" replied Freddie, showing John his chest. Roger chuckled.
John smiled and opened the door, shoving Freddie aside. Roger quickly got out and went into his place in the back. John set the bags between he and Freddie, and Freddie almost immediately began rummaging through them.
"Hey!" exclaimed Freddie, picking out a lemon, "This looks like me!" He was pointing down to his privy area.
John and Roger both grinned widely, laughing silently. They drove off.
I'm taking this sensual stuff slowly, I want to keep you all on your toes, haha!
LadyMercury:
You had me cracking up with the Roger and Freddie stuff, looking into eachothers eyes n'shit,lol!!...girl, this is just like R.Kelly's Trapped in the closet, just without the violence, lol!!
"Now he opened the closet, then he opened the closet...closet...closet...closet!!!
You had me cracking up with the Roger and Freddie stuff, looking into eachothers eyes n'shit,lol!!...girl, this is just like R.Kelly's Trapped in the closet, just without the violence, lol!!
"Now he opened the closet, then he opened the closet...closet...closet...closet!!!
Things were ***seriously*** about to get ***hot*** in that car, and then John had to come with the groceries, DAMN!!!
Keep it coming LadyMercury! :D
Sorry for the long wait. I actually had homework tonight, and I had a nice nap. With my mascara still on. Ergh, I hate falling alseep with make-up on, haha.
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 7.
John pulled up into a spot, and all three climbed out of the car. John walked up the steps with his portion of groceries, leaving the
remaining two bags for Freddie and Roger to bring in.
"Are you two staying out here?" asked John, turning around. "It's bitter cold!"
"Yes, but only for a little while," said Roger, chewing on a cracker he'd stolen from the bag.
"All right...Just bring those bags in, okay?" answered John. He went into the warm flat, leaving them behind in the cold night.
Roger and Freddie leaned against the car, side by side, glancing around the quiet street. It was pitch black, except for a dim streetlight
that glowered faintly, like a dying ember.
"Erm..." said Roger, pushing a little closer into Freddie.
Freddie stared out straight ahead, arms crossed, then took one out and put it around Roger. Freddie still stared ahead. He seemed to
be in one of his bouts of deep thought; Roger could tell. Freddie had his eyebrows slightly furrowed, chewing his lip, and pinching his
thigh.
"What are you thinking about, hm?" asked Roger. He was becoming slightly impatient: he didn't really like long periods of awkward
talk.
"Things...A lot of things, really...And you!" replied Freddie, kicking his leg out.
Roger felt his face get a bit hot. He loved when people mentioned him, or complimented him. He liked the feeling of being thought
of.
"Thinking of anything else?" he said, after a while.
"A lot of things, like I said. Things I can't quite explain..." said Freddie indifferently. As he said this, he turned his face up towards
the sky. "I am also thinking of ways to get you into bed!" he said then, in a playful manner. He tackled Roger's waist.
"Erm, what?" said Roger, a little wide-eyed, he laughed out when Freddie grabbed him round the middle.
"Joking, darling, joking!" said Freddie, though he was not very sure if he was.
Roger put his arm around Freddie again. Freddie turned to look at him, studying him even, and said:
"Would you like me to tell you what I think of you? I think you are very charming! And fun...And er...Wild!"
"Thank you! I think you're very charming yourself. Irresistible." said Roger, blushing.
They looked at each other again, and something seemed to spark. Roger closed in on Freddie, pushing him gently against the car. The
excitement yet again was unbearable to Freddie. He patted Roger's head every so often, and let his hand rest on his back. Roger was very
close to his face now; he wanted a kiss of some sort, he kept moving his head everywhere, and Freddie became sort of frazzled.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Freddie, finally letting his excitement show.
All Roger did was heave a big sigh and lightly pressed his mouth onto Freddie's. Freddie's knees buckled; he seemed almost close to
fainting. He and Roger started to feel pleasure growing down -- er, well, you get it.
Roger lifted off of Freddie's lips, but let his lips linger round his. He stared at him intently, smiling sweetly, and Freddie smiled back. Freddie
put his face forward and kissed him lightly again. They kissed like this for ten minutes or so, pausing gently, holding each other's faces. You
could hear the light clicking of tongues and the smacking of lips, and of breathing into one another's mouths. It was all very erotic, and light -
almost sweet and loving.
"Well now!" said Freddie, quickly pulling away from his grasp, "I think we shall go in. I'm very cold."
"Hmm...Yeah, let's go in." said Roger, still looking at Freddie. He was very pleased.
"Oh, dear! The groceries! That would have been amusing if we forgot those!" crie
THE EGG STORY - CHAPTER 7.
John pulled up into a spot, and all three climbed out of the car. John walked up the steps with his portion of groceries, leaving the
remaining two bags for Freddie and Roger to bring in.
"Are you two staying out here?" asked John, turning around. "It's bitter cold!"
"Yes, but only for a little while," said Roger, chewing on a cracker he'd stolen from the bag.
"All right...Just bring those bags in, okay?" answered John. He went into the warm flat, leaving them behind in the cold night.
Roger and Freddie leaned against the car, side by side, glancing around the quiet street. It was pitch black, except for a dim streetlight
that glowered faintly, like a dying ember.
"Erm..." said Roger, pushing a little closer into Freddie.
Freddie stared out straight ahead, arms crossed, then took one out and put it around Roger. Freddie still stared ahead. He seemed to
be in one of his bouts of deep thought; Roger could tell. Freddie had his eyebrows slightly furrowed, chewing his lip, and pinching his
thigh.
"What are you thinking about, hm?" asked Roger. He was becoming slightly impatient: he didn't really like long periods of awkward
talk.
"Things...A lot of things, really...And you!" replied Freddie, kicking his leg out.
Roger felt his face get a bit hot. He loved when people mentioned him, or complimented him. He liked the feeling of being thought
of.
"Thinking of anything else?" he said, after a while.
"A lot of things, like I said. Things I can't quite explain..." said Freddie indifferently. As he said this, he turned his face up towards
the sky. "I am also thinking of ways to get you into bed!" he said then, in a playful manner. He tackled Roger's waist.
"Erm, what?" said Roger, a little wide-eyed, he laughed out when Freddie grabbed him round the middle.
"Joking, darling, joking!" said Freddie, though he was not very sure if he was.
Roger put his arm around Freddie again. Freddie turned to look at him, studying him even, and said:
"Would you like me to tell you what I think of you? I think you are very charming! And fun...And er...Wild!"
"Thank you! I think you're very charming yourself. Irresistible." said Roger, blushing.
They looked at each other again, and something seemed to spark. Roger closed in on Freddie, pushing him gently against the car. The
excitement yet again was unbearable to Freddie. He patted Roger's head every so often, and let his hand rest on his back. Roger was very
close to his face now; he wanted a kiss of some sort, he kept moving his head everywhere, and Freddie became sort of frazzled.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Freddie, finally letting his excitement show.
All Roger did was heave a big sigh and lightly pressed his mouth onto Freddie's. Freddie's knees buckled; he seemed almost close to
fainting. He and Roger started to feel pleasure growing down -- er, well, you get it.
Roger lifted off of Freddie's lips, but let his lips linger round his. He stared at him intently, smiling sweetly, and Freddie smiled back. Freddie
put his face forward and kissed him lightly again. They kissed like this for ten minutes or so, pausing gently, holding each other's faces. You
could hear the light clicking of tongues and the smacking of lips, and of breathing into one another's mouths. It was all very erotic, and light -
almost sweet and loving.
"Well now!" said Freddie, quickly pulling away from his grasp, "I think we shall go in. I'm very cold."
"Hmm...Yeah, let's go in." said Roger, still looking at Freddie. He was very pleased.
"Oh, dear! The groceries! That would have been amusing if we forgot those!" crie
***Giggling and looking down shyly at my computer keyboard***!
Girl, you snapped with that chapter...Yeah, Freddie and Roger got mad chemistry, kinda like Jake Gyllenhaal, and Heath Ledger, for real!!!
But I want to know whats going on with poor Brian!!
Girl, you snapped with that chapter...Yeah, Freddie and Roger got mad chemistry, kinda like Jake Gyllenhaal, and Heath Ledger, for real!!!
But I want to know whats going on with poor Brian!!
...I mean, HAD mad chemistry!! Ahhhhh, what COULD have been, lol! Fred and Rog would have made such a CUTE couple, lol!!
Ladymercury, I read in your profile that you were 15, I had no idea!! KEEP ON WRITING, AND CHERISH YOUR TEENAGE YEARS, I WISH I DID, and learn as much as you can while your still in high school, and dont let ANYBODY OR ANYTHING GET YOU OFF TRACK!! Its funny, my brother is 15, and he always makes fun of me, for having Queen's CD's, DVD's etc...its good that you like classic music, hell, people even make fun of me, for liking classic music, and I'm 23!!
Anyways, just keep writing, and hopefully you'll get a great scholarship/grant, and go to a great college!!
Ladymercury, I read in your profile that you were 15, I had no idea!! KEEP ON WRITING, AND CHERISH YOUR TEENAGE YEARS, I WISH I DID, and learn as much as you can while your still in high school, and dont let ANYBODY OR ANYTHING GET YOU OFF TRACK!! Its funny, my brother is 15, and he always makes fun of me, for having Queen's CD's, DVD's etc...its good that you like classic music, hell, people even make fun of me, for liking classic music, and I'm 23!!
Anyways, just keep writing, and hopefully you'll get a great scholarship/grant, and go to a great college!!
You have to carry this story on!