Sunflower Feelings - Roger Taylor

𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧

warning: mentions of drug and alchohol use, and mentions of abuse.

also, listen to Tiny Dancer while reading!

few days later

Jill's pov.

i just left the market, and trust me, i'm not going back. i just quit my job there. i wanted to take a little summer break, but i knew i needed something little to do this summer. i really needed my money right now, so i could keep my house. i wasn't in big trouble, i had well money to pay my bills and such, but i was lucky to get enough food.

i was in an alright mood, i wasn't happy but i wasn't sad either. i knew exactly what, or more like 'who', i needed right now. and i'm pretty sure that person was down to hang out with me.

i saw a phone booth and decided to call him right now. i dialed Roger's bedroom's phone number and waited. and waited... and waited. it took a long time for him to answer, but i didn't hang up. suddenly i heard loud breathing and a "hello?" from the other side.

"Rog, hi it's Jill." i chuckled. "what are you doing? you sound like you just ran a marathon."

"oh nothing. Freddie and i just had a little fight, but nothing." he answered. i wasn't surprised, i swear they all fought everytime they were left alone more than five minutes. "anyways, what's up?"

"well, i was wondering if you'd want to come over tonight? just to hang out, you know." i blushed. i was kind of trying for us to spend more and more time together, and not just have sex.

"of course, of course. you don't even need to ask, love. i'll see you in ten?"

"yeah. bye." i hung up the phone and started walking home, which wasn't far away at all.

as i arrived home, i just threw my shoes on the floor and ran to the living room. i jumped on the sofa and groaned. i was super tired, but at the same time i wanted to do a lot of things. now i just had to wait for Roger, so i could get my frown to change to a smile.

it wasn't long when i heard a knock on my door, and i of course knew who it was. i got up and walked to the door, then opened it. the blonde male standing right in front of it, with his hair sticking out everywhere and his smile brighter than the sun. it's like at that moment, i forgot everything else. he walked in and i closed the door before giving him a sweet quick kiss on his lips.

i walked into the kitchen, him following me. "want some tea? a beer? or something?" i asked politely and opened my fridge, which barely had a couple beers and some leftover pizza. "Jesus, Jill. how do you survive with this?" he asked shocked.
"a magician never reveals her secret." i joked.

then before we knew it, we were giggling and making out against the wall. i pulled him up the stairs, never breaking the kiss, and opened the door to my room. i knew what was in his mind but my plan wasn't having sex today, not that i didn't want to, i just wanted to talk with him. i tried to calm myself down before i was all over him. i pulled myself away from him and he pouted playfully, like a little child.
i couldn't help but giggle.

"this is not a booty call, Roger." i laughed, so did he. "i want to spend some time with you."

"of course." he didn't seem to be disappointed.

i layed on the bed and tapped the space next to me, so he could lay on it. i laid down and i put half of my body on top of him, and started kissing him. again. i could have stayed there kissing him for the rest of our lives, but unfortunately that was impossible. i felt my feelings grow stronger every second that i spent with him. even if i had been with him for the last 24 hours, my heart still started beating faster everytime he looked at me, and my cheeks started heating up and become red everytime he said something to me. i pulled away from the kiss and looked at his deep ocean eyes.

"wait." i got up and walked to my record player. i had two of them, one in my livingroom downstairs and one in my room. i put on an Elton John's vinyl and 'Tiny Dancer' started playing. i smiled and got back in the bed.

"so how was your day?" Roger asked softly while playing with my hair.

"it was alright. but guess what!"

"mhmm?" he hummed.

"i quit my job, at the horrible market." i beamed.

"what? really?! how did your boss take it?"

"eh. you know, he's a shithead and i swear if a look could kill, i would be dead. but i don't really care. he didn't really care."

"Jill thank god, now i don't have to listen to your complaining about it everytime you come back from work." he joked. "but after looking at your fridge, i suggest you get a new job soon." usually if someone said that to me, i would be offended, but i knew he didn't mean anything bad.

"oh shut up." i gave his chest a gentle smack.
after laughing for a moment, he took a picture from my bedside table, and looked at it. i felt my smile drop quickly.

"is this your mom?" he asked, and pointed at the woman in the picture. i just nodded. "is that your sister?" he asked, pointing at the other woman, well a girl, in that picture. i bit my lips awkwardly. i had never talked to him about my family, and i was kind of nervous. my family wasn't the greatest.

"yeah. that's my sister, Pamela." i replied. my voice sounded like it had no emotion.

"you've never told me about your family, what are they like?" he asked, and i felt my heart drop. but i knew i could trust him, and he wouldn't think of me any different.

"well.. not that nice. well, my mom is great. i haven't seen her in a while, but she's the strongest woman on earth. Pam and i aren't very close, but she's nice." i put on a false smile.

"what about your dad?" Roger asked. i didn't answer immediately, and i saw how Roger's face turned different, and i could tell he regretted asking that. "sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"it's alright. he's a prick, or was, i don't know where he is now. he was an alchoholic and everytime he came home from wherever he was, he was always high, on something. not sure what. he was a little abusive, but he never physically hurt me, Pamela or mom." i let it all out, and i could see Roger's eyes turning sad.

"wow. i'm sorry Jill, i shouldn't have asked." he looked at me with a gentle, but sad, smile. that smile always made me feel even a little better. i put my lips on his, wanting to forget everything again. then i pulled away and smiled.

"my mom used to take me and Pamela to this one field that was filled with sunflowers. i loved it. i love sunflowers. they would always bring a smile on my face when i didn't feel like smiling." i smiled softly.

"sunflowers? i thought you were the rose kind of a girl." Roger chuckled softly.

"not really. i'm definetely the sunflower kinda girl. roses are cliché, they're the popular girls who could get anyone they wanted, but they lack personality." after saying that, Roger just stared at me with sparkling and dreamy eyes.

"you definetely are a sunflower."

i giggled and put the picture back on the table from his hands and started kissing him. the music was playing in the background, but my focus was on Roger's heartbeat. after a moment i got up again, and ran to my door. "wait, again." i said again and ran downstairs. he laid still on my bed groaning a little as he wanted to keep on kissing me.

i walked back up to my room, with a camera in my hands. "no! no no no." he started, as soon as he saw the camera on my hand. i pouted with puppy eyes. "pleaaase."
i sat on his legs, him between my thighs. i put the camera up to my eye and before he even realized, i took a picture of him. i couldn't help but laugh.

"i hate you Jill."

"no. you love me."

and at that moment, his smile dropped, and he froze. so did i.

A/N: guys i read an interview of Roger and in it he said that his first love was a girl called Jill, and hhahs what a coincidence 😂 also, i didn't read this after so sorry for the typos. also yes, some of those lines are a bit inspired by the sierra burgess movie, i'm not a fan of it but the thought is beautiful. plus sunflowers hold a big place in my heart.