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Freddie coughs softly and puts on his afflovest. He didn’t want the boys to see him when he does his Cystic Fibrosis treatments. Fred knows the boys will love him no matter what happens. The lad just doesn’t want to scare them away.
The door is opened and Roger is standing there carrying a tray of food. He hasn’t seen Freddie eat in a while and he’s worried. He raises a brow, “Freddie?”
Freddie jumps, “H-Hello?”
“What are you wearing?” Roger chuckles setting the tray on the nightstand.
“Oh…” Freddie looks down the vest did look dorky, “It’s one of my Cystic Fibrosis treatments, remember I told you about the treatments?.”
Roger blankly stares at him you could practically see him blue screen beifre he jumps startling Freddie,
“Oh! That thingy!” Roger claps his hands, “How does it work?” the other boys file in behind Roger pushing and shoving.
“Well there’s 8 anatomically positioned swinging motors to create individual pressure waveforms to target all lobes of my lungs, posteriorly and anteriorly, to loosen, thin and mobilize lung production.” Freddie explains, “Pretty simple shit.”
“Oh makes your lungs better.” John nods sitting down, “That’s neat.”
“Basically.” Freddie laughs making room for his friends, “It helps with all the goop.”
The three pile into the bed chatting away like the best friends they are. Roger’s nimble fingers run through Freddie’s hair and begin styling it like old times. Freddie’s hair went to braids, to a bun, to a ponytail, to finally space buns. Roger shoved a few feathers into it and called it done.
Freddie giggles and laughs he felt like he was in college again. The boys didn’t treat him any different that they found out about his Cystic Fibrosis. Brian was holding his hand and painting his nails a nice black color, a very dark rich black color. Freddie finished his treatment up during that time and he ate a nice breakfast.
“The fancy clothing threw out their trash recently. Do you want to go diving after eating?” Roger asks Freddie to shovel some eggs into his mouth, “We found a nice faux fox coat once so I’m going...”
Freddie perks up, eyes lighting up, “Yes! We need new clothes!”
The four of them arrived behind the store; it was still early. The sun is just rising up. John has a bag in his hands to store the stolen goods that they might find. Roger and Freddie lean in rummaging around the dumpster. Roger goes head diving into the dumpster by accident. Freddie laughs so hard he goes tumbling on top of him.
Roger blushes and looks down at Freddie who’s cushioned against him from his fall. He looks so tiny and cute. Roger never noticed that Freddie was that small. They both look at each other blushing and giggling like idiots. A shadow looks over them and the mass that’s Brian’s hair clouds their light,
“You two need fished out or are you guys going to have dumpster sex?”
Freddie jumps off Roger and Brian’s arm digging his boots into the dumpster’s walls trying to heave himself up, “I'm not gay! I like vag more than a pornstar scandal!” Freddie bellows.
Roger stands up throwing himself out of the dumpster hard landing on his back, “I have a date with Debbie! I totally love pussy!”
Brian wipes the spit from his eye, “Sure you guys are.”
They head home and pile into their laundry room. Freddie holds up the nice rose theme shirt he found, “Look it’s in my size.”
“And mine then!” Roger snatches it from him.
The two growl lowly at each other before bursting out laughing. And headbutting each other. They toss the stolen goods into the washer and let it clean the new clothes.
“Come on guys. Let me show you some medicine that I take.” Freddie beams, he takes them into his bedroom.
Freddie shows off his basket of medications and other treatments, “You’re like an o,d person.” Roger blurts.
They all stare at him before Freddie starts laughing, “Oh that’s a first.”
The group relaxes and laughs along with them. They relax and crack jokes with each other. Roger brings out some beer and apple juice for Freddie who couldn’t drink due to his medications.
Freddie talks about being little and how his parents couldn’t afford his medical needs. So he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, and his cousins in England. Freddie finished up his schooling here too and now he’s here with his best mates.
“My dad died when I was 10.” John slurs,
Roger gasps, “You’re halfway to becoming Batman!”
They burst into laughter and drink more. Freddie leads a drunk Roger to his bedroom. Roger staggers around even with Freddie’s help. Roger stands outside his room bobbing around.
“Night, Rog.” Freddie goes to leave
Roger smacks Freddie’s cheek hard startled the Parsi Indian, “I love y-you… you sexy bastard.”
Freddie’s left stunned. Roger sloppily kisses him and stumbles to his room. Freddie follows after him, “Love you too, Roger.”
Roger smiles and pulls Freddie onto the bed and cuddles him, “Night night, my teddy.”
Freddie sighs softly and climbs out of the bed. He takes his medication for the night and takes a nice hot shower. It makes his skin red, it’s so hot but it feels nice and the steam seems to make his chest feel less stuffy. Freddie wishes he was born normal. Maybe then he could then drink and feel like one of the boys.
Freddie dries off shaking the thoughts from his head. He steals one of Brian’s jumpers and gets his shorts on. The nice popcorn shorts. He walks to his bedroom and lays back on his bed. He uses his afflovest again and then he’s off to bed. He thinks of Roger. He will never understand why Roger loves him. Maybe one day he’ll understand it today isn’t that day. With that Freddie pulls the blankets up and falls asleep.
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