Body Language. Queen

Hot Gossip.

Roger's P.O.V.

I sighed heavily and turned around away from the door in which John had just stormed out of. I would've gone after him, but after experience, I knew that would only make him worse. I know he just needed to cool off a bit. He'll come back.

"Care to explain?" A voice from the top of the stairs startled me.

Shit.

Brian was stood looking down at me with an unamused expression on his face.

I shook my head, "No, not really." I walked back into the kitchen, panicking. Please for the love of god tell me he'd not heard everything. The last thing I wanted was for Brian to find out about my pathetic little guilty crush for Freddie which wasn't even a serious thing! It was the equivalent to having a bit of a crush on a TV presenter or something. It was nothing. But of course, living in this house with these people, nothing was ever just nothing.

And Jesus Christ, I don't want to be the cause of an argument between Brian and Fred, especially not after they finally went on a date. It's not like I was envious, I was really happy for them but I just know things would get blown out of context. I just need to forget about him and focus on my own boyfriend.

I heard him run down the stairs and into the kitchen behind me, "No. Come on, Rog. I'm not going to get rudely awakened by the door slamming shut! He's not stormed out like that just to get milk from the shop has he." He eyed me up, knowing full well he was right as he slipped on to a stool at the breakfast bar.

I glared at him, although I had to hide my relief, the door slam had woken him up, not our arguing, he'd not heard a thing. But now I had to curveball and either lie about what we had been arguing about or tell him he had in fact gone to the shop.

I couldn't tell him the truth, because of Freddie and because of John arguing with me about talking about him behind his back.

I was stuck, I had to lie. To keep the peace.

"Just a disagreement." I shrugged.

"About?" He pushed, ruffling his bed headed curls.

"I don't know..." I lied.

"You don't know? You must know what you were arguing about for him to rush out like that." His eyebrows furrowed.

Brian wasn't usually the nosy type. He let people get on with their lives without any questions, he'd ask the odd one but he wasn't one of those people who wanted to know everything about everyone. So I knew he only meant well and was only trying to help with him trying to get it out of me.

"He...he doesn't think I'm paying enough attention to him..." I whispered.

There. Not entirely a curveball. Almost the truth.

"Not enough attention?! Is he mad?" Bri chuckled.

Of course, from the outside looking in on mine and Deaky's relationship, Bri would think that John has all of my attention. Because we are together constantly. He just doesn't know about the cheeky glances I give our frontman once in a while.

But realistically. My attention was all on Deaky.

"I know but...I feel awful. I don't know what else I can do. We went out last night and we had a good time. It was just us two..." I leaned against the work surface in a sulk.

"I'd try talk to him when he comes back, see what it is that he wants from you. Y'know, you can always tell me and Fred to piss off if you think we're interfering too much." He smiled, he still looked sleepy.