Body Language. Queen

Death On Two Legs.

Brians's P.O.V.

Charlie begged me to let him come to the studio today. Again.

It's not that I didn't love him coming in, because I did. It was just...we didn't get as much done when he was here.
And the atmosphere always turned sour when he was with the other three. Especially Freddie.

I tried not to let it bother me because I was absolutely head over heels for Charlie. I loved him. He's the one for me. I just hated how my best friends didn't like my boyfriend. And I hated how it had made me and Freddie so distant.

I regretted that night he told me he fancied me, regretted lying to him that I wasn't gay. I don't why, I was scared. But it was just Fred, who was he to judge.

I regretted even more that night the truth came out. Not only did I want to live with my secret but I thought I might be able to get away with just Roger and John knowing. But no. Out popped Bulsara and all hell let loose.

I did feel terrible. For everything. For lying to Freddie. Giving him false hope. Breaking his heart. Making him cry. Not telling him about Charlie and making him think they were going to become a couple. Telling Charlie to not tell Freddie about us.

I was at The Mill at the same time Charlie and Freddie had gone. Charlie knew, Fred didn't.

I had told Charlie to climb on top of that cage to see if Freddie would get him down. I didn't think he'd go up there after him. My original plan was to push Fred out of the way when he refused to climb up there and go up after Charlie myself and act like the hero. I was shocked when Fred did it. It really proved to me that he wasn't so self centred after all. And I felt awful after he had badly injured his wrist. It was all my fault. That's why I looked after him when he came back in because I felt so bad.

When I asked Freddie who it was he liked, I was expecting him to say Charlie. I was all ready to tell him that Charlie was actually in a relationship. With me.

But when he said it was me that he liked I bottled it and lied to him.
I was so weak.

And now look. Our friendship is almost none existent. Freddie hasn't said one word to Charlie and because I didn't say anything sooner...Freddie fucked my boyfriend. And I'll never forgive him for that.

Even though we lived together we always made our separate ways to the studio at different times. This morning myself and Charlie were the last ones to turn up.

"Hey." I smiled and they all looked up, I glanced at Fred, who as soon as he saw Charlie dramatically rolled his eyes and turned his back.

My hackles rose in annoyance at his attitude but I knew better than to argue. I knew this was how Freddie would be for as long as he knew Charlie.

"Good morning, boys!" Charlie exclaimed, smiling.

After that night I had gone to Charlie's to escape the tension and told him everything. He had changed slightly. Was more dramatic and eccentric. More confident and dare I say...camp. But only in front of Roger, John and Fred. He was normal when he was alone with me.

It confused me a little.

"Morning." Mumbled John.

"Hey, Charlie." Roger groaned.

He wasn't their favourite person in the world either. I don't know why everyone takes it out on him.

Freddie completely blanked him.

Charlie always tried to make conversation with Fred, always joking with him, laughing, smiling, nudging him. I watched from afar but Fred always just pretended he wasn't there, didn't even glance at him.