Too Much Love Will Kill You

For Much Too Long

Roger looked up into the teary eyes of his best friend. His best friend who had just confessed his love to him. Did Roger love him back? He had never thought about it. Brian had always been there for him. Brian, with those hazel eyes and dark brown curls. The more Roger thought about, the more interesting Brian became.

"See? I told you you'd hate me." Brian said, his voice quivering with every word. "No Brian. I don't hate you. I told you, I. Could never hate you." Brian felt the burden being lifted off of his shoulders. However, there was still one question left. "Now what?'

Roger thought for a moment. "Can-can I try something...?" He hesitantly asked. Brian nodded and Roger moved closer, their faces only inches apart. Their hearts started beating faster and their breath quickened. While watching the other, Roger noticed how his eyes changed. When he was about to breakdown, they were as dark of a brown as his hair. Now, they were a sparkling green.

Then, their lips met. It was quick and simple yet, it seemed like it lasted forever. They slowly pulled away. Not for long though, as Roger quickly leaned in again. This time, however, he deepened it. Brian threw his arms around Roger's neck and Roger tangled his fingers into Brian's hair, pulling him closer. They broke apart once again to breathe.

Roger looked at their entangled hands. "Does anybody else know?" Hw asked, looking back up and into Brian's eyes. "Only you... and Freddie..." "Freddie knows?" "Yea... he kinda forced it out of me, hence why I stormed out earlier." "Speaking of earlier," Roger said, checking his watch. "We should probably get back to the studio."

"Hey Bri. You alright?" John asked upon their arrival. "Yea Deaks, everything's fine." Brian nodded. He looked down at a piece of paper and a table. "Another One Bites The Dust?" Roger looked up. "Hey! That's the song you said wasn't done!" "It isn't." John said simply. "But Freddie insisted that we work on it." And that's exactly what they did.