Calling All Boys (Queen)

The Truth Hurts.

Roger's P.O.V.

The limo started to move again, but when it stopped at our next destination, I didn't get out.

"Rog? You coming?" John turned and asked me as he followed the frontman out of the vehicle.

I shook my head, "No. I'll wait here." I whispered.

How fucking could he? How could he lie to me...us, like that?

Whatever, of course, I knew exactly why Freddie had told us he was seeing Matthew again, it was so it would look like he was going out with him, instead of where he would actually be going, which was to a club, Cockpit again, probably.

He said that so we wouldn't try and tag along again. Didn't he.

Well he can fucking learn to live with it. Because whether he likes it or not, I will be tagging along with him again tonight, and no matter what he says to me throughout the early hours, I won't be throwing a strop and leaving like I did last night. I'll be staying firmly by his side.

Seeing as though he's not actually seeing Matthew at all.

I sat in silence, stewing in my own anger and upset as I stared menancingly out of the tinted windows, probably glaring at all the passerby's without even knowing it.

I jumped when I heard a limo door opening but I didn't look at who was entering.

There was silence again after I heard the door close, but I could tell I was in the presence of someone now.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Freddie's voice said, quietly, as he sat back in the seat at the opposite end of the limo.

My blood boiled, "There's nothing to talk about." I grumbled.

I heard him sigh, "I think there is, Darling."

I slowly looked at him, his awkward face and the way his hands fidgeted in his lap, he eyes frustrated.

"Like what?" I shrugged, turning to face him now.

He shook his head and looked away, smiling bashfully, "Oh I don't know...maybe we need to talk about why you just stormed out of that shop? Why, as soon as you realised who Matthew was, your mood changed, just like that." He finished with a click of his fingers. "You can't keep doing this, Rog." He lowered his voice.

"Keep doing what? Looking out for you? Trying to make you happy? Trying to keep you safe?" I snapped.

His brown eyes bore right through my soul, "But that's not what you're doing. You might be looking out for me, but it's not for my sake, is it. It's for yours. You know I'm fine when I go out by myself, when have I ever not come home? You think I'm more broken than I really am. You need to keep tabs on me to keep yourself from going insane. And it's not making me happy, Roger, it's not. It's making things fucking awkward between us, it's making you miserable. You want me to see other people, to get over Brian, but as soon as I do I'm still doing something wrong? I can't fucking win. I know you have feelings for me but-"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." I snapped as I began to hear those last words slip from his lips. I didn't want to hear it.

He had me all figured out, yes I was monitoring where he was going but it wasn't for him, was it, I'd just kept telling myself that, it was for me, I wanted to know where he was and who he was with, because I was jealous. I wanted to see what the guys looked like that he chose, I wanted to see why they were better than me.
I was getting for too emotionally involved and my feelings for Freddie were forever getting stronger, I fucking hated it and I tried to get rid of them completely, but they just grew, I had no control.