I took a deep breath before knocking softly against the glossy wooden door. "Roger? It's me." I said.
No reply.
I sighed and knocked once more. "Roger come on, answer me. Please." I said softly.
Silence.
All hope of talking was lost now. I was about to turn my heel and leave when the door went slightly ajar. I took that as a sign to enter and quietly walked in. Roger sat on his bed against the back of the room in only his briefs. His blonde locks were disheveled in sleepy looking ruffles instead of his wavy rocker ones, and his normally calm blue eyes were tinted a faint red. My lips curled downward, the guiltiness increasing inside.
"Rog..."
"Whaddyo want...?" He mumbled, staring at his hands. His voice cracked slightly which jabbed at my heart. I inched closer and sat down next to him.
"I want to know why you're upset."
He shrugged nonchalantly.
"I dunno what you mean." He said in a monotony voice. My hand grazed his gently. "You're lying," I told him. "I can tell when you are. If you tell me what's bugging you, maybe I can try and fix it?" I explained.
He pushed my hand away and shot up from his seat. His blue eyes pierced into mine like sharp daggers as he spoke. "You can't fix it, okay? You can't fix everyone you know, you're not fucking Wonder Woman!" He hissed. My heart caught in my throat, and I could feel the tears threatening to form in my eyes. I had never seen Roger snap at me, or anyone, before and it was frightening. "I-I'm sorry for trying to be a good friend. You know I only wanted to help." I muttered sullenly.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "Well you aren't doing a very good job, are you?" He retorted. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, so I left the room in quick steps and slammed the door behind me. I didn't want to go back downstairs, not anymore. My feet carried me to my room and I threw myself into bed. The silky sheets wrapped around my body, and large salty tears rolled down my face until I drifted into a deep sleep.
"Mia...Mia wake up." A voice said. I pulled my blankets over my head and groaned. "Go away." I moaned. The voice shook my shoulder lightly. "Come on darling, please? It's almost one in the afternoon. Ellie's got her knickers in a bunch wondering what's wrong. I've been told you never sleep in this late unless something's really bothering you."
She was right; I hated sleeping in, it made me feel like I was wasting my day away. Whenever I had a bad day or felt horrible was the only time I ever slept in late. I peaked out of my covers to look at the clock on the nightstand next to me. 12:53.
The bed sank a little to one side, and the voice I now determined to be Freddie's laid next to me. His strong but skinny arm wrapped around me and turned my body over to face him. I dug my face back into my thick blankets. "I'm fine." I grumbled. His hand pulled them down just enough to see one of my eyes protruding out from under them. "I find that hard to believe." He said. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pushed my face into his neck. There was really no point in keeping it from him since I figured everyone would know eventually.
"What happened last night when you went upstairs?" Freddie asked gently.
I shrugged. "I tried to talk to Roger and he just snapped at me. He never snaps at me...I was only trying to be helpful."
Freddie sighed. "He can be a bit dramatic at times, love," He said. "Roger'll come around eventually, don't fret." I nodded and pulled away from him. My eyes met his and he pressed his lips softly against mine. "Come down and eat something, dear." He whispered.
