Tea Boy (A Deacury Fic)

Chapter 13: Let's (Not) Get Personal

-John's POV-

Freddie and I woke up an hour later, no calls about rehearsal just yet I suppose. "Freddie, when is that next gig again?", I drowsily asked. "It's next Saturday, why?", he responded. "It's just...I haven't heard the phone ring in a bit. If something came up, they should've called.", I stated. "You're right, they must be somewhere other than home.", he added. He's right, they might be. "I honestly hope that none of them fell ill.", I mumbled. "Do not worry, cupcake, I'm sure that they'll call eventually.", he insisted. I sighed, blushing at the nickname he just called me. I really need to stop being cute around him.

As soon as that thought was gone, apparently, the phone finally rang. "I'll  go get that, darling, just stay here.", he said and rushed downstairs. I peeped out and overheard the conversion, seems like they were just running late and that Roger had gotten...punished? Something personal I suppose. After what seemed like forever, Freddie came back up to see me. "Sorry about that, baba, they just said that they're just running late, but they had to deal with something...", he explained and kissed my cheek. "Like what?", I asked. "It's personal, let's leave it alone...", he told me. I'm just curious, but I understand that I shouldn't be in their business. "Look, I understand your curiousity, but we must stay out of other people's business. Do you understand?", he lectured. I nodded yes.

"Good...now maybe after rehearsal today, we can go have a treat at the café.", he said. "Okay...", I simply replied. "Now get dressed, I told them we'd meet them in an hour or so.", he said, piling some clothes he picked out for me to wear in my arms. I carefully headed to the bathroom to get dressed.

So many thoughts were swarming inside of my head wondering about what happened to Roger and why he got punished. I honestly hope that Brian isn't...abusing him. That'd be the worst possible case. Or the other way...they're just really into BDSM. If I really were that kinky, I'd let Freddie do whatever he wants to me, especially pulling my hair.

After I got dressed, Freddie grabbed me by the hand without complimenting me and we headed outside the apartment. Apparently, a trolley station was nearby so he rushed us there. We took a few window seats and rode our way to the studio. I was staring out the window just thinking about what Brian could've done to Roger. "What are you thinking about, John?", I heard Freddie ask. "Oh, just...", I stammered, I couldn't bare to be honest about my thoughts. "I know you're probably excited for the next gig, the audience seems to like your presence already.", he says. "Y-yeah, I'm a little anxious too....", I nervously replied.

"Don't be, I'll be right with you the whole time.", he whispered. I shyly smiled and resumed glaring out the window. I kept thinking about what could've happened with the other half. Did they get into an argument? Did Roger get hit by somebody else? The thoughts are endless to me.