Roger when you and your brother Brian bicker about who was the better guitarist.

"Oh fuck off, Brian. We all know that I'm the better guitarist." You rolled your eyes as Brian scoffed. Freddie, chuckled and lit another cigarette.

"Oh I'm sorry, but who's in a huge rock band?" Brian asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

"That doesn't mean you're good." You shot back, crossing your arms over your chest as Brian let out an exasperated sigh. Roger chuckled.

"What are you laughing at, blondie?" You asked, staring at him, he just sent you his signature smirk.

"Nothing, love." He mused, continuing to smile. From this moment, Roger knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.