~Legend~
Y/N - Your Name (*le gasp* no way)
Y/F/N - Your Friend's Name
Y/H/C - Your Hair Colour
Y/E/C - Your Eye Colour

"You two are so cute together!" Your best friend, Y/F/N, squealed. "And I'm sorry, where is he taking you?"

"He said it was a surprise," you said into the receiver, twisting the phone cord in between your fingers. "He said he was gonna pick me up in his car and we'd drive somewhere."

You and Y/F/N were having a lengthy conversation about your  boyfriend, Roger Taylor. Yes, Roger Taylor from Queen. Y/F/N thought he looked like a player, but you knew that Roger wasn't. Well, perhaps he was a bit of a player, but you two had been together for too long for you to notice.

"So wait... How long of you been together?" Y/F/N asked sincerely.

"Two years, seven months, seventeen days," you replied proudly. You sighed loudly. "Sorry, I just really love him, y'know?"

"Wow, Y/N," Y/F/N chuckled. "Well... It's been two years... Do you think he'll... He'll..."

"He'll what?" You asked impatiently, pulling at the hem of your shirt anxiously.

"Propose?" Y/F/N suggested unsurely.

"Oh," you sighed happily. "I hope so."

Suddenly, there was a loud car horn that spooked you, making you jump. You looked out the nearest window, seeing a Rolls Royce sitting in your driveway. It was Roger.

"I have to go, Y/F/N," you told your friend. "We can talk later."

Y/F/N bid you farewell and you hung up the phone. You ran into your living room and grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. You checked in the bathroom quickly, making quick changes to your appearance. Another honk sounded and you dashed out the door.

Roger had rolled down the window of his Rolls Royce and was waving to you. You smiled with a blush and walked swiftly over to him, your high heels clicking against the pavement. He had his sunglasses on, but when you approached him, he set them on his head, slightly messing his blonde hair.

"Hello, love," he cooed, knowing you only accepted that pet name. "Don't you look stunning today."

"Rog, I always look like this," you giggled, holding your hand over your cherry-red lips.

"Well then I guess you look stunning everyday," Roger said through a smug grin.

Your Y/E/C eyes locked with his blue eyes, and Roger smiled brightly, but you could sense nervousness in his smile.

Is this a sign?  You thought to yourself. Is he nervous to propose?

Roger placed his sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose, a look that you always loved on him. He smiled once more. "Come on, hop in."

"Alright," you said, tucking a lock of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear.

You awkwardly walked around the front of the car and slammed the door when you slid into the passengers seat. Roger had an irritated look on his face, and you questioned it with your own confused expression.

"Sorry," Roger murmured. "It's just... Try not to slam the door next time, my love."

"Oh... Alright," you said awkwardly.

You noticed Roger was acting much different. It had to be a foreshadow of some sort.

"Do you like my car?" Roger asked, putting the Rolls Royce into gear with the stick-shift.

"Yes, your car is very nice," you said enjoyably with a smile, stroking the leather that coated the seats of the car.

"Yeah, I love my car," Roger stated lovingly, placing his head on the steering wheel as he drove away from your driveway.

Yup. Roger was definitely acting different.

The drive was short, and even though you kept on asking where Roger was taking you, he kept on telling you it was a surprise. You insisted you didn't care much for surprises, but Roger still would not tell you.

"Y/N, you don't know how lucky I am to have a girlfriend like you," Roger told you sincerely, but still anxiously. He was noticeably jittery. But why?

He had to be proposing.

Right?

"Thank you, Roggie," you giggled.

"And did I mention how beautiful you are?" Roger asked nervously, turning onto a dirt road with trees surrounding every aspect.

"Yes, I think so."

"And you're smart too, my love."

"That's sweet of you to say," you said, grinning uncontrollably at the words of your boyfriend.

"And your personality... It's just amazing," Roger stated dreamily, taking the car to a halt at a ledge, one that looked over the city.

I know, I know, very cliché.

"Is this where you were taking me?" You asked Roger, your Y/E/C eyes sparkling with delight and interest.

"Yeah," Roger grinned. "It's Lookout Point. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, it is," you said, looking out the windshield of Roger's car.

"Listen, Y/N," Roger said, taking your hands in his.

Your eyes met again, since Roger had removed his sunglasses again. You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest, and a dizziness rise in your head, but you never took your eyes off Roger. But he looked nervously at the ground, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"What is it?" You asked curiously, holding his hands tighter in yours.

'Y/N, you've been all I ever wanted in a girl," Roger declared, an anxious smile plastered on his face. "You've been such an amazing girlfriend, and these last two years have been nothing but a blissful dream..." He put his hand in his pocket, clutching what you hoped was a velvet case with a diamond ring inside...

"Yes Roger?" You asked impatiently, the anticipation killing you.

"I need to ask you a question."

"Can you listen to this song?" Roger asked, pulling an 8-track tape out of his pocket, your heart dropping. "It says everything I need to say."

You're heart lifted again. He must've written a song for you! "Yes, of course! Did you write this song?"

"Yeah," Roger said, pushing the cassette into his car's tape player. "I sing this one too."

You clenched your fist as you heard heavy guitar, awaiting heartfelt lyrics written by your one true love. You listened to the lyrics carefully while watching Roger's face grow in exasperated worry.

This is it. He's proposing, You thought. Mrs. Y/N Taylor. Hm. Sounds nice.

You heard the first words of Roger's song and got confused very quickly.

"Ooooooooh
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin
And the hubcaps all gleam
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
With my hands on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son"

You looked at Roger, who had broken into a nervous sweat. Even though this song was talking about some sort of machine, you remained hopeful. Perhaps you were this machine that Roger had talked about so happily in the song. You listened to the next bit, getting more confused with every second.

"I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal"

You looked at Roger and cocked an eyebrow, what could this song possibly mean? Love with my car? What? You were utterly confused, and the next verse heightened your confusion, but also made you suddenly angry.

"Told my girl I'd have to forget her
Rather but me a new carburetor
So she made tracks
Saying this is the end now
Cars don't talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now"

You were maddened, the song making you realize you were not being proposed to. You stared Roger dead in the eye, your hatred and anger boiling off of you. You hit the pause button before another verse started.

"Roger Meddows Taylor!" You exclaimed angrily. "Did you mean what you said in your song?"

"E-E-Every word," Roger stammered fearfully, backing up as much as he could to the car door.

"You can't leave me for... For... For a car!" You yelled angrily. All this time you thought Roger was going to ask for your hand in marriage, when instead he was ditching you for a car! You were much more than mad.

Roger wiped the sweat off his brow. "Y/N, I'm sorry it's just-"

"It's just what?!" You shouted, banging your fist on the dashboard much to Roger's concerned reaction. "Cars aren't people! They can't talk! They are VEHICLES!"

"So you did listen to my song!" Roger said smoothly, not to your liking.

You opened the passenger door frustratedly, staring Roger in the eye. "Fine, Roger Taylor, this is the end."

You slammed the door as hard as you could, hoping to see the window crack. However, it did not, disappointing you extremely. Roger rolled down the window.

"Now could you get a move on, Y/N?" Roger asked sassily. "My Rolls Royce and I have a date at Lookout Point."

;) did you liiiiiike it?