She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

5.

The next day, the five of you were on your way to Philadelphia, and everyone was miserable. Roger was laying down with a hat over his face as he was trying to sleep, Freddie was busy groaning and taking ibuprofen, Deacy was sitting with his legs crossed all awkward, not knowing what to do, Brian was looking out the window, counting how many cars he was seeing, and you were sitting in a ball position with your head holding your bent knees to your chest with your head down.

I'm so screwed.

Then the phone on the tour bus rang.

Shit.

Freddie was the first to answer.

"Hello, dear." He said, not knowing who was calling. "Oh, my." He mumbled, opening his eyes all wide as a "what the hell is your problem?" statement. "Do you know who I am?" He asked, unaware of the fact that the man on the phone is the one who was reading the personal articles I wrote about him. "I believe it's for you, my love."

No shit.

You gave a sarcastic smile, holding your hand out to the take the phone. You slowly put the speaker up to your ear, dreading what you'd hear.

"Hello?" You whimpered, knowing what this was about.

"You kissed Taylor, huh?" Mr. Trough asked, you could hear him almost laughing.

He's not mad?

"He kissed me, sir." You corrected him, not wanting him to think anything other than what happened. You quickly glanced over to Brian after you said that, and noticed his fists were clenched with his eyes rolling.

"Same difference." He shrugged. "I just want you to know, I'm not mad."

MF WHAT?!

"You- wait what?" You asked, seriously not thinking you heard him correctly.

"It drew in good for the company." He exclaimed. "Remember when I told you you can't be more than platonic?"

"Sure."

"That still stands."

Pick a side, dude.

"But if it's a meaningless thing like that," Allen began to explain. "Then it's all right." He said, you had never been more confused in your life.

"What?" You asked, with one eyebrow raised out of confusion.

"Let me put it this way," He said. "Roger is okay. He's known for being the ladies man and half the time it doesn't mean anything." He rephrased.

"But Brian isn't?" You asked, even more confused now. Brian turned his head, wondering what context his name was being used for.

"And why would you ask about Brian?"

"No reason, he's just the first one that came to mind."

"Right..." Allen nodded, trying to believe that was the real reason. "Well about the stuff you're sending in," He paused.

You felt yourself rise out of your chair with anxiety.

"It's great. Keep it up."

You sighed with relief.

"Well, I oughta go." Allen said, wanting to get back to his work.

"Yeah, me too. Bye."

"Bye."

*time skip*

When you arrived at Philadelphia, the five of you were on a walk, and in the middle of a peaceful moment, Brian slipped on ice. That's when you heard the biggest laugh you had ever heard coming straight from Roger. It was January in Philadelphia, and Brian wasn't exactly the most aware of his surroundings, but Roger's scream of a laugh currently didn't help.
Brian looked up at Roger, and his pupils widened just a tad so you could tell he had an idea. He reached his arm up, waiting for someone to help him up and since Roger was closest, he rolled his eyes and grabbed onto Brian's head. Less than a second after Brian gave a little tug and Roger came clashing down.