Roger Taylor, Barbara Rosabella's 'love of her life', regardless of the fact that they are best friends. Having known each other since the beginning of their teenage years, they grow up together and bring out the best in each other, talk about their...
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26th November 1968 Chap11
Roger had been anticipating this day for weeks now, ever since he had got back his favourite person, best friend, his 'best girl' as he'd always call her later on in their friendship, as a sixteen year old before their fall out. Before he had seen her gaze on the necklace that day, he had been constantly thinking about how he'd make her day special. On previous birthdays, as a young teenager, both of them had been disorganised with their gifts for each other, but this year he wanted that to change and saw the perfect opportunity when he had seen the jewellery.
Although he had been quite skint and only left with a small sum of money from gigs he had recently done with 'Smile', he was determined to purchase the necklace for her. He would make sure every day that he had been at the stall, that it was still there, waiting for him, for her.
And so he worked as hard as he could in the following weeks, gathering all of his money together in order to buy the necklace in time for Barbara's nineteenth birthday. The day that he had saved up enough money, he practically flew to the stall at great speed, a huge grin spread across his face, knowing exactly which one it was that his best friend had been giving the eye, the moon and the stars, which had reminded him of that night the both of them had been left alone, sitting on the bench, looking up at the moon and sky while he complained about his haircut.
The look on his face after purchasing the necklace was one of joy and on that day, he skipped home like a little school girl before hiding the boxed necklace in the side-draw of his bed.
Barbara's P.O.V
"My baby is nineteen!" Stella squeals, jumping into my room like she usually did most days. Too excited for it to be the morning.
I groan against my pillow, lifting myself up as she grabs at one of my pillows and hits me with it until I almost fall out of the bed, "What are we doing today?"
"It's your birthday, your choice," She laughs.
"Can we visit Roger and Freddie?"
"Yes we can," She grins, winking as she lifts herself up off of my bed about to walk out of my room before turning herself around and looking at me quizzically, "How old is Freddie now anyway?"
"Twenty two. You missed his party," I inform her.
"Where was I?"
I shrug my shoulders, giggling a little, "Probably on a date."
She squints her eyes at me, "I'm not always on dates I'll have you know," her face then lights up a little, clicking her fingers together in realisation, "That night I was working on some clothes, I remember now!"
