Chapter 2, Day 1-- You�re My Best Friend

It was around 7:17 that night when I heard the sound of a car in the driveway. I heard a couple knocks on the door only seconds later, temporarily distracting me from reading my music catalogue.

"If that�s you, Freddie, you�d better apologize!" My voice rang loud and clear, although I happened to be in my bedroom upstairs. I groaned when I heard a few more knocks.

"Yo! It�s me, John!" I heard a faint shout from outside. My heart leapt with both guilt and joy as I darted out of my room. I tripped, stumbled, and caused a racket as I dashed quickly down the stairs to keep John from waiting too long. I finally got downstairs and opened the door, and there stood John Deacon, magnificent as usual.

John Deacon. He was just the most wonderful person you would ever meet. His smile was like WOW, and he would always give people this "come get me" wink that always struck my fancy. He was, however, one of the most taciturn people I�ve ever met. He would rarely talk or practice regular intercourse (not THAT intercourse, I mean regular conversation), but he does have this tendency to make people "want to curl up and die with two sentences"...at least, that�s what Brian May says.

"Hiya, John! I thought you�d never get here." I said after John and I did our "secret handshake". John and I stood in the doorway talking about some stuff. It�s the most I�ve heard him talking in a long time. I told him of stuff like my new pool, billiards tables, and hot tub. He seemed overjoyed.

"Billiards and a hot tub?!" he joyfully questioned. I nodded and winked at him.

"Wow! That�s cool!" John yelped with joy. He darted past me into the house, and I closely followed him. We both dashed into my room and quickly changed into our new swimming shorts (mine were blue, black, and red. John�s were neon green, red, and neon pink). John was first to the pool, already surfing through the numerous crappy radio stations. I saw him furiously trying to find something good.

John finally jumped into the pool after turning the radio to something halfway decent. I was ready to practice my crazy ritual and scream "GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOO!" after doing some crazy jump off the diving board, and as usual with every jump I attempted, huge amounts of water were splashed in all directions, causing John to rush out to the middle of the deep end and get his hair soaking wet.

When I popped my head up out of the water, I shouted, "WOO! That was FUN! Why don�t you give it a go, Deaky!" Just then, John noticed his favorite song playing on the radio. He got onto the diving board and started dancing to the music, and then he did the most graceful back hand spring off the diving board. I gazed in pure astonishment as John did several back flips underwater.

"Wow..." I gasped. John finally poked his head up and I gave him a big high-five and a thumbs-up. John got out of the water and bowed to his "one-man audience" several times and got back on the diving board.

Realizing what John was going to do next, I quickly darted back to the shallow end. I knew that if John was to get on the diving board a second time, he was most likely to astonish all passers by with his trademark "x-treme laser-blaster" dive, which was pulled off by running on the diving board and jumping out rather than up then ending with a painful belly-flop which was likely to splash tons of water all over the place, not to mention bust your stomach open...oops, maybe not the best dinner subject (haw haw, I know, instant karma)...anyway....

John took a couple steps back, then charged headlong towards the end. I was surprised when John did two 360�s off of the diving board instead. When John poked his head out of the water, I clapped cheerfully. I�ve never seen anyone pull off a stunt like that. Just to show off, I motioned to him to look and I did a handstand on one hand in the water.

"Wow, that was great!" John exclaimed as I jumped out in front of him. I suddenly looked away for a second, both confident and not sure of what my next actions would be. John looked at me strangely, wondering what I could possibly be looking at, and let out a yelp when I put my arms on his shoulders and wrapped my hands lightly around the back of his neck. He let out a gulp at the fact that a slow song was currently playing on the radio.

"Uh...Roger, I--" John started to talk, but I silenced him with a warm kiss on his lips. He blushed slightly and turned his head away, further enticing me to kiss him again, this time on the neck. I could hear several moans of ecstasy. This made me chuckle and kiss him even more.

"Roger..." John whispered softly before kissing me.

"I wish this could last forever..." I thought as I continued to kiss John.

About fifteen seconds later, which actually seemed like an eternity, we broke the kiss and decided to go inside to play some pool. As we got out, I heard something behind the bushes that surrounded the pool, but I ignored it, thinking it was some kind of animal running around. My attention was suddenly caught again by some hushed whispers coming from the same spot. I was beginning to worry about the fact that someone may have been watching us. It was then, I realized, that I may have made the biggest mistake in my life.

About five minutes later, after our game of pool, John and I were sitting on the couch in the spacious living room, watching old reruns of Coronation Street while waiting for Who Wants to be a Millionaire to come on. I yawned and laid my head on John�s shoulder.

"Getting tired, Roger?" John teased. I mumbled what sounded to John like a "no", but he sensed no conviction in my grumbled murmur (neither did I, for that matter). I noticed that his fingers slowly crept up under my arm, and I let out a sharp squeak as he started lightly tickling me. I giggled as he continued his torture. Suddenly, to my [temporary] relief, he stopped. He still glowed with mischief, which really got me nervous at that moment.

"Ha ha ha...ticklish are we?" John laughed teasingly as he tickled me even harder. I couldn�t help the urge to scream and basically throw a giggle fit. He suddenly stopped, feeling pity for me. I just lay there, sides sore from laughing so hard. John kissed my cheek and laid his head on my shoulder. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him. I could have cuddled with him like that for the rest of my natural life.

"What do you think Fred and Bri are doing right now, Roger?"