Freddie And The Fahrenheits

Fill Your Heart

Saturday 25th September 1976

"I don't know how you do it, Elton." John said over the phone. "I was actually going to see whether you and David wanted to come over to take your minds off things, but I'm assuming you're not up to it."

"Yeah, it's going to have to be a pass." Elton said, twiddling with the telephone wire. "That'll teach me, won't it?"

"I suppose it will." John chuckled. "Just let yourself relax, okay? I know all this band stuff has been a bit of a whirlwind recently and I'd hate for you to get burnt out."

"I'll try my best John, but only for you."

"You know, I think there's someone else who's worried about you too." John said, his voice lowered to a whisper.

"Who, Marc?" Elton laughed. "He's always worried about me!"

"No." John smirked. "David."

"He is one of my best friends, John." He said, oblivious to what John actually meant.

"Maybe I'm overthinking this slightly, but do you think there could be something more here?"

"Nonsense!" Elton scoffed. "We're just really close friends."

"Alright then." John said, the fact he rolled his eyes as he said it being detectable through the phone. "I'll leave you be."

"Alright." Elton said, though he didn't much want him to now. "Bye."

"Bye."

As he hung up, he heard David shout up to him. "Elton, I've finished breakfast! Do you want it down here?"

"Yeah!" He replied. "Though I still feel like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards."

He trudged downstairs, trying to ease the headache he'd found himself with after last night's antics. David was there waiting for him, two plates of greasy try ups placed across from each other on the table.

"Who was on the phone?" He asked, taking a sip of the coffee he'd freshly made.

"John." Elton said. "He wanted to make sure we were okay after last night."

"That's nice of him." David smiled. "Sorry if I seemed so overly interested, I just thought-"

"It would be Fred?" Elton asked. "Don't worry, I thought the same."

The two sighed in unison, sipping their drinks complacently.

"You know, I still have a pounding headache." Elton said, breaking the silence. "But this breakfast is making me feel less queasy."

"That's good." David said. "I'll tell you what, once I've finished this I'll go get you something for that headache."

"You star." Elton chuckled, noticing a fluffy tail brushing against his leg. "Oh Romeo, you're not trying that with me."

"Is he begging for something off your plate?" David laughed.

Elton rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes."

Since the trio had moved in together, whenever they had breakfast, Freddie would take a piece of bacon or a couple of pieces of cereal or the crust from his toast and feed it to the feline. He did it every day, no fail, so it wasn't surprising that Romeo wanted his daily fix.

"Fine, you can have a little piece of toast." Elton said when the cat wouldn't leave.

Romeo was satisfied and left, seeming to lick the crumbs from his whiskers.

"Those cats sometimes." David said. "Right, I'll be back in one second."

He got up and left, bringing his nearly empty plate into the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, Elton got up and ate some of the little bits he'd left. He didn't have much left as it was, so surely David wouldn't mind if he ate the last of his unwanted bits too.