Body Language. Queen

Monster Within.

Freddie's P.O.V.

It's not often I feel the sense of fear anymore. There are times, don't get me wrong. But nothing much phases me anymore. But telling Roger what happened between me and Brian last night did scare me.

But there was this feeling inside of me that was begging me to tell him, just somebody. I needed to get it off my chest and release the weight off my shoulders by telling somebody and hopefully getting advice.

The only thing I had to do was will the words to come out of my mouth and tell the truth.

He was staring at me, his piercing blue eyes slightly glaring at me, maybe he could see the reluctancy on my face.
He waited patiently.

"Umm..." I began but the words wouldn't form...and I just really didn't want to tell him what happened. Out of pure embarrassment.

He nodded slowly, silently willing me to go on.

I took one last, long drag of my cigarette before stubbing it out on the rock and blowing the smoke out of my mouth. I stared into the horizon for a few short seconds whilst I collected the words I wanted to say up in my head. I sighed heavily, "Alright..." and then I told him everything.

It took a while, my words kept getting jumbled up and I had to keep pausing to keep my rage back.

I shrugged timidly after I had finished, not daring to look at him in case he wanted to walk away and take Brian's side.

There was a long and awkward silence between us after I had told him everything that had happened last night.

Finally, he spoke, "For the first time in my life...I have no idea what the fuck I should say to you." His voice was stern and cold which made my heart hammer, I needed somebody to help me out here, I really didn't want Roger to betray me.

I sucked it up and finally glanced at him but my heart immediately slowed to see him stare at me with amusement in his eyes and a half smile of disbelief played on his lips.

"Wow. You've really fucked up this time, Fred." He said, followed by a little giggle.

I glared at him, "Thank you, Roger. Thanks for clarifying what I already know."

He cackled, "So what's your plan now? You tell him? Or leave him hanging?"

"You fucking tell me." I growled.

"To be fair. He was displaying all acts of wanting you last night. He was ever so flirty with you." He nudged me and I nearly fell off the bloody rock.

I mimicked his tone of voice, "To be fair, he did tell me he liked me last night." I pushed him, getting my own back.

He lost his balance and had to jump off the rock, laughing hard he came to stand closely in front of me and I looked up at the drummer, to say blondes aren't my type, if Roger wasn't like a brother to me I think I'd try it on with him.

"Oh shit yeah, I forgot about that." He thought.

"Yeah...I told him he said that to me last night and of course, he couldn't remember saying it. He said that he was drunk and he didn't mean it." I swallowed hard, my throat still felt like it had blades of glass stuck down there.

"Fucking bastard." Rog spat with more anger in his voice than I expected. That tone of voice was surprising but I didn't think to ask why he was so affected by that.

"Personally, because he's a total cock end for saying that to you, I'd let him hang for a while, don't tell him. And then if he apologises or things become good between you two again, tell him."