Classic Rock One-Shots

Froger: Some Mistakes Get Made

Roger's seventeen in a small town everyone knows everyone. Down to the dirtiest little secrets. Yet here he was in a CVS bathroom knees weak feeling like he was going to vomit.

Wondering what's going to be on the test. His boyfriend is waiting outside the door praying softly hoping for a miracle. Roger can hear Freddie rest his head against the door with a "boink" sound.

"Anything yet?" Freddie asks,

"I just took it." Roger shouts, "Takes twenty minutes to get an answer."

Another bang sound and Freddie sighs softly. This was both stressing them the hell out. Why were they meant to suffer through this? The entire town was going to lose their minds if found out.

When Roger reads the test his heart drops. And Freddie pales and he sees his scholarship slipping from his tired fingers.

Now they are putting their life plans on the shelf. A couple of British babies are now raising one up themselves.

One beer turns into a lit cigarette burning into a two beer buzz. Three beers turns into five and six. Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck. Watch it rock. Just like that, everything rearranges. Life changes out of the blue. It was just a Bud Light.

Roger always vowed chastity to make his mother happy but he slipped and now they are crying in a CVS bathroom clinging to each other. Freddie wished he never bought booze for him and Roger. Now look at the mess they're in. There goes their future. Their lives. Roger cries the hardest. Be wished he could go back.

Roger numbly watches Sesame Street on the TV as their son, Llyr runs around the living room. Right now he should be doing dentistry instead he's here. Llyr growing bored of screaming at 8AM kneels down rolling his toy race car over a cardboard bridge finally playing with it. His father made him the cardboard bridge, Llyr colored it.

Freddie's in the kitchen hanging up their son's crayon stick figure drawing. Dead center on the fridge. In a proud display.

Freddie's head flashbacks to those two pink lines. How Roger's sobs shook his whole body. How the manager kicked them out and reported them to their parents.

First comes lust then a shotgun marriage in Roger's mother's backyard.

Roger had a short knee length white gown with a lace collar. His mother refused to let him wear her wedding dress since he wasn't a virgin. You could see his bump clearly. Roger was big for someone only having one baby.

His mama nearly beat him seeing him walk down the aisle in white. She was held back by her own mother, Roger's grandmother. How dare Roger wear white when not being a virgin? This was an outrage.

He walked barefoot across the grass. It tickles his feet and feels cool. Rog had a flower crown in his hair made of purple and yellow flowers picked from the woods and hastily made since Roger wasn't allowed a veil. Roger looked gorgeous either way. He looked so young though.

Freddie's heart was thudding against his chest. Here was seventeen-year-old Roger who barely turned seventeen just last week. Marrying nineteen-year-old Freddie who only just graduated. It felt like a dream.

During the priest's talking. The priest called them sinners and told them their baby is going to rot in hell unless baptized. Freddie shrugged it off he didn't care about religion.

Six months later, comes a baby in a carriage.

Roger caves in and once their son, Llyr was born he was baptized Roman Catholic. Which pissed Freddie off to no end.

Their marriage was hanging on by a thread. They were miserable with each other and they were only really in it for their son.

And the only job Freddie could really get was a job making tacos in a food truck for £15.68 an hour. Roger worked for a farmer helping her get her crops harvested, he used to work with his Llyr strapped to his bag. Now his son works alongside him when he could handle being still enough.

The pair was thankful when Llyr started preschool. It gave them some alone time together on rare days when they both had a day off.

Freddie goes to touch Roger's knee and Roger cuddles up to him. A tired sigh leaves Roger's mouth, his wheat blond hair tickles Freddie's cheek and he feels like a teenager again.

"Do you love me?" Roger asks looking at his ring. It was dentist gold with a tiny faux white diamond in the center.

Freddie squeezes his hand and kisses it, "My love for you is still there."

Roger forces a smile, "I love you." he lies.

"I love you too." Freddie beams.

Freddie leans over and kisses him. Their kisses deepens and Roger straddles his lap, hands tangling in Freddie's dark ebony locks.

"Let's not get too excited." Freddie teases pulling away, "You know what happened last time."

Roger looks at the family picture on the mantle. Llyr was in his father's arms drooling.

"... We were drunk... we'll be responsible now." Freddie whispers.

Did Freddie really think sex was going to save their marriage? And was he going to blame Llyr on the booze? Roger didn't trust Freddie.

"No." Roger says getting off of him.

"Tease." Freddie pouts.

Roger rolls his eyes, "All you ever care about is getting laid. I don't even think you care about our child."

"I do care about him." Freddie snaps, "I took care of him while you were in rehab for your alcoholism."

"Shut the fuck up about that!" Roger screams.

"I know you broke your sobriety." Freddie looks at his nails, "I found the cans behind our house."

Roger hits him hard sending Freddie's head into the back of the couch. Roger hit him so hard he busted Freddie's lip and made his nose bleed. Roger's turning into his father.

Freddie packs up his shit and leaves promising to take their son in the divorce. Roger shrugs and blames it on the booze. After all the booze caused all of this.