CHAPTER ONE
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WE FINALLY MEET

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ELIZABETH HATED THE fact that she found herself at the well known pub on Friday for a reason that didn't tie in with her promise to Elle. Yes, Liz always stood by her statement for supporting her best friend, but at times, Liz would be over the repetitive nights of extra booze and loud music. In the midst of it all, she had become the bore in the room. She could even wish to be right back in her dormitory, studying for an upcoming test that next Monday. Or even taking an early night in to sleep. It was something she needed after all.

Majoring in the Fine Arts, Elizabeth needed the time to sketch at least 5 natural objects every day as homework credit in one of the classes she'd been taking that year in college. It definitely was challenging trying to find something interesting enough to draw on paper, but it was something she enjoyed doing. She had even thought to bring her sketchbook to the pub once, but ultimately denied the thought of risking it. She wouldn't want to accidentally spill alcohol on it, let alone sketch in the middle of drunken people.

However, tonight was much different from before. Reluctantly, Elizabeth finally decided to give into Elle's constant nagging of downing a drink. She agreed to just one cup of beer, which suddenly turned into two, which then counted to three, and a couple more Liz lost count of. And to top it off, a couple shots of something unknown to her, which had been passed on by one of Elle's 'one night stand' buddies.

With another shot of alcohol in her hand, Elizabeth closer her eyes as she threw her head back, the small cup to her lips as she felt the quick but burning liquid run down her throat. Opening her eyes, she felt faintly dazed and wobbly, a bright smile on her lips and she faced towards Elle on her right. Elle was at the same state as her, a peachy smile on her face as her cheeks stained bright red.

"That's enough for one night," Elle mentioned to Liz, taking the cup from her hand as she pushed over the two empty cups from the bar. Liz furrowed her brows, her head slightly titling to her side.

"Oh, come on Elle, what happened to me being such a spaz," Liz slurred, nearly falling from the bars stool but getting a good grip to the table. "One more, and I'll call it a night, this one's on me."

"No Liz," Elle nearly laughed, slowly getting down from the stool. "One too many and you'll throw up."

Liz followed her steps, getting down from the stool as well, though it seemed like a whole adventure to do such a simple task. Now standing, she tried getting her balance on her two feet. She wore the same brown chunky boots from before, hoping to catch the eye of a special someone. But at her state, it wasn't something nearly on her mind at the moment. Instead, she chose to intently watch every step she made throughout the pub while acting as normal as possible. Of course, it was a difficult task at hand.

"So when do you start singing," Liz asked, earning a chuckle from Elle. She felt dizzy every few seconds, her body buzzing and loosening up, as she wasn't as tense from before.

"I already sang, what do you mean? That's why we took the shots, the drinks. Never would I walk on stage looking like a total drunkard, slurring words no one can even hear," Elle admitted, while indeed slurring her words.

Liz only nodded her head, feeling quite disturbed than before. Though her conscious told her to find somewhere to sit, a stable place to catch up with her body, she instead walked over towards the crowd of people. Everyone had watched the current band performing on stage, nodding their head or slightly moving their bodies to the beat. Liz followed in their steps, listening to the song as she felt hazy. She looked back at Elle, noticing the girl coming up right from behind her.

Liz soon began to move her body, dancing joyfully as her eyes closed now and then. Elle joined in, the two having a bubbly fit of laughter. This wasn't something known of Liz to do of course, but the drinks she had helped her overcome the lack of confidence she usually had. And now heavily intoxicated, she spun around with her best friend, not caring for a single glance taken her way. She even caught the eyes of those performing for a while, not even realizing the one she had fond over for such a long time had finally looked her admiringly.

Some people laughed, some cheered, and even others joined along. And in that room, everyone had at least a smile, and even enjoyed themselves a little more. Liz definitely had a good time, still moving around freely for the rest of the song. As it came to an end however, and Liz finally stopped herself, her head began to spin even though her body didn't move. It wasn't the brightest idea for her to do so, but she had fun none the less. Though the after part was what she dreaded.

As everyone clapped for Smile, and even some cheered for Liz and Elle, Liz felt the pit of nausea rising up from her stomach and to her throat. She looked over at Elle, the girl smiling at everyone as she enjoyed the small spotlight.

"I-I need some air," Liz told Elle quickly, not even taking one more glance towards the girl as she walked away from the crowd. She held a hand to her head, every now-and-then closing her eyes. Her head began to pound harshly, the girl talking wobbly steps towards the crowded hallway and through the pubs door. She walked through clouds of smoke before leaving the small building, pushing the door with her tired arms.

With the air slapping amongst her bright red cheeks, she ran over a couple feet away from the door, heading over towards the side of the building. And what she couldn't handle next, was the burning vomit that came out of her mouth and onto the black pavement. She tried keeping herself up right by having her left hand on the building, slightly leaning on it as she relieved her body from the alcohol. But more and more came out, stinging both her nose and her throat.

Lasting only a few more seconds, Liz shut her eyes tightly, waiting for anymore that was able to creep up on her. With no more to spare, she wiped her mouth with her long sleeve, taking a couple more seconds to breath in and out a bit more heavily. The door creaked open, revealing a concerned Elle.

"How you feeling, love?" She walked over towards her, a hand on her shoulder as she tried comforting the sick girl.

"Like a total bag of dirt," Liz lazily spoke, needing of a good-nights rest at the moment. "I think I need to go."

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go fetch a cup of water and your jacket," Elle said, hurriedly walking right back inside as the music and everyone else from inside were only faint. Liz leaned against the building, her eyes closed as she tried pushing away the feeling of vomiting once again down under.

She didn't know why she let herself get to the point where she felt as if she could be thrown in the nearest trash can. She knew her limits, but tonight just wasn't hers. She was a little more on the lightweight side, so she knew she wasn't aloud to drink as much. And she knew she shouldn't have allowed herself to take anymore than three shots, but roughly six was past her limit. And to not only add more drinks to her consumption was enough said to say that she went overboard.

Liz just wanted to go back to her dorm, head under the covers and call it a night. She had been even more tired within the few minutes that passed by while she waited outside. And as the door opened, Liz wanted to feel relieved that she finally was able to leave. However, it wasn't Elle that walked outside with a cup of water and her jacket. It was the drummer with the familiar blonde locks, taking out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket before lighting the stick.

Liz didn't know how to feel at the moment, whether she was nervous yet happy that the one she admires from afar was standing only a few feet from her. Or entirely embarrassed that only a few minutes ago was she puking out everything inside her, and the vomit was slightly noticeable from the corner. So instead, Liz chose not to look at him any longer, looking everywhere but where he was. And the quiet tension that arose between them didn't help.

"That was some show you put on in there," the drummer mentioned, taking a few puffs of smoke before blowing it out. Liz didn't nearly know how to respond, even more embarrassed as she realized it was their song she danced to.

"I danced crazily in front of him," she thought to herself. Liz pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, lips pursing as all she did was stand awkwardly against the wall. Another rise of quiet tension rose between the two.

"A whole crowd of people, I wouldn't choose you to do something as daring," he spoke again, trying to spark at least some small talk with the girl he couldn't help but admire. He didn't want to show that much interest of course, but he didn't want to let this one go.

"Why would you say that," Liz questioned softly, though she didn't know why she was feeding the fire. This was the first time they've actually talked, and it wasn't something she wanted to ruin. But was tonight the right moment?

"I can tell a girl like you isn't very fond of much attention. Though I could tell you that you were quite interested in the way you looked at me last Friday night," the drummer amusingly stated, his cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Liz tried laughing off, though her voice was a little shaky. Of course she knew what he meant. She remembered the exact moment where she looked over at him, and they had their small 'interaction' with each other. A look she'd never forget. The way his lips turned into a cocky smirk, the way he winked with sudden interest before disappearing behind stage. It was all too familiar to her. She didn't want to admit it however, she was currently bombarded with embarrassment.

The drummer took a moment to smile at her, Liz taking enough courage to look at him at the same time. She thought she looked horrendous, and she just wanted Elle to walk through the door and they'd be able to leave. But nothing like that happened within the second of their stare down.

"What's your name?" The drummer was unable to hold back a small smile, taking only a few steps closer to her.

"What's yours?"

"I asked you first."

Liz took a moment to herself without saying a word, pursing her lips once again as she tried withholding a smile that wanted to creep on her lips. She'd never thought this was the way she'd catch the attention of a guy she was attracted to. A puddle of throw up just around the corner of the building, her drunk self talking to one of the hottest guys she'd ever seen.

"Elizabeth Morrow," she spoke, telling herself to not automatically just laugh out of nowhere. Awkward situations like this was what made her extremely nervous, laughing at the slightest even if it was for no reason.

"You're quite gorgeous, I can tell you that," he said, taking another intake of his cigarette. Liz couldn't help but laugh at that statement, rigid as she stood awkwardly. It definitely wasn't something she expected of him to say right away, but then again, she didn't know what type of person he was.

"May I ask yours?"

The drummer looked over at her, a little baffled. He thought she had been joking at first, but the look on her face told him otherwise. Something that struck out to him about her was that she didn't know of him. Not that he wanted to sound very conceited, but usually, any heap of girls were willing to even get to say 'hi' to him. They'd be all over him, and it was said that he'd walk out with at least one girl most nights. But instead of questioning it further, he only stepped closer to her.

"Roger Taylor."

Even the name itself was attractive, as Liz thought. Everything about him seemed perfect, and Liz wanted to know more. She wanted to see if this was the type of interaction that started something new, something worthwhile. She wanted to see where things could go further just as much as he did.

| UNEDITED |

hello!!

just a quick little authors note and you can go along with whatever you're doing.

i hoped you guys liked this, the ending was a little shitty but again, i wanted to update for you guys as soon as possible. i also got these new colored pencils and im currently drawing roger taylor, so that's why there was a small delay.

but it's super early where i am now and im mad tired, so i hope you guys are proud. im not never happy with the ending but it'll get better i promise. this was kinda short, but it will get longer I PROMISE. I HAVE AWESOME IDEAS FOR THIS BOOK IM SO EXCITED ( this note was way longer than i intended im so sorry ).

anyway, what did you guys think of the chapter though? make sure to leave a comment on what you thought and don't forget to vote!! thanks guys (: