Freddie Mercury Mustache Novels & Stories

My name is Mercury Roderick. I have been mute since childhood. I was told by my mom that I didn't cry like other babies when she put me to bed. Instead, I had stare at her with my big baby blues, and my lips quivering slightly. Then I grasped her finger and broke into a toothless grin. Something which stunned the doctor, nurses and my dad.

Frederick called, coming up to him and slapping his back in welcome. Frederick was younger with thick brown hair. Unlike Julius, who preferred a clean-shaved look, Frederick sported a goatee. Tonight, his hair was slicked back and gelled. Even his goatee seemed greased. As always, he wore a limited edition suit, though there hardly seemed a need for it. Frederick never set foot in his family’s business.

Freddie stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.