Anyway the wind blows (maylor) (deacury)

3. What to tell fred.

Brian and I raced back into my flat right as the sun was coming up. I snatched a blanket, and then we ran up the stairs and onto the roof. It was perfect. We sat down and cuddled under the blanket while watching the sky turn pink.

"Brian?" I asked him.

"Yes Roger?" He answered.

"Remember the night at the graveyard?"

"Yes. Every detail. Every touch." He touched his nose to mine and smiled.

"Do you remember how we got scared of the lightning and hid in a bush?" I giggled at the thought.

"Yeeeessss..." he snuggled; laughing.

"Well... remember how when you were sleeping I braided your hair?" I blushed.

"Um, yes? Whe- where is this going? I'm scared!" Brian giggled as I rubbed his arm.

"Well.."

"OH MY GOD! Stop saying well and get to the point!" He shook me and kissed my forehead.

"Ok! Ok! So, I woke up maybe 30 minutes before you did... and I just kinda sat there... admiring your beauty and-

"Admiring my beauty?" He questioned.

"Yes. You are beautiful. Get over yourself." I said as he laughed.

"Anyway, and so I was looking at you, and I brushed your hair out of your face. And that's the moment I realized I loved you. Theeeenn .... I wrote a song about you...." I smiled, brushing his hair out of his face now.

"You wrote a song? About me?" He pointed to himself and gave me the most confused look ever.

"Yes dear. About you." I kissed his forehead.

"Oh? How it go?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Ok, well, I didn't want anyone knowing it was about you... so I- I made it a metaphor....."

(You guys know what's coming)

"Oh no. A metaphor?!" He laughed. "What KIND of a metaphor may I ask?!"

"Oh... welp... it's sort of weird... but..." I paused.

"Yes?"

"It's titled "I'm in love with my car"..."

"Oh. Well... that's not that bad Rog-

"One of the lines is with my hand on your grease gun-

"ROGER HOW SEXUAL IS THAT SONG?! That's VERY subtle!"

"ITS. A. METAPHOR. BRIAN."

Then we both burst out laughing.

It was then silent for a while.

..............................................................

"Sooo... I'm your car?" Brian asked, his arm around me.

"You're my car." I leaned over and kissed him.

The sun was up now and we were just watching the world awaken. The people. The animals. It was beautiful!

I can see why Brian is a vegetarian. All of these animals in the world. Fed, and bathed, and cared for. All leading up to a disturbing, violent end.

Sort of like how my family turned out. My father, sweet and caring, only to end up a violent alcoholic who beats his wife. I sighed. I would never EVER do that to my bri.

My love of my life.

My world.

"Brian?"

"Yes roger?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice." I smiled and lay on his chest and we saw curtains opening and people walking out the door for work.

"I love you roger." He snuggled my hair.

"I love you more Brian." I looked up and buried my face in his messy hair, which smelled like honey and lemon.

I curled his hair around my finger.

"Brian. Don't ever change. Be who you are and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Even if people make fun of you or say some shitty things, know that there are people out there who love you."

"Thank you Rog. And don't listen to the bad things in life. Follow your heart don't follow the rules. So you love me. Then be with me. Don't let anyone tell you what to do or who to be. Not even me. You decide that for yourself, love."

We looked at each other. Inspired. Brian's eyes are so beautiful. I could melt into them and never return.

Then the phone rang from inside and we ran to answer it.

Brian answered.

"It's Freddie." He whispered to me.

Oh wow. This? I was REALLY EXCITED ABOUT.

Brian's POV

I took the ring.

"Roger?!" He answered as I picked up.

"Freddie! Hi! It's bri." I said awkwardly.

"Brian? Why are you at Roger's this early? This IS Roger's number right?"

"Oh, yes. It is. I was.... just......" I looked at roger.

He started doing some weird movement. He went over to his drums and pretended to set them up.

"Helping him...." I was so confused at what he was doing. Then he started to pretend play his drums.

"Bang?" I said but then immediately regretted my stupidity.

Freddie started laughing hysterically and roger smacked his forehead.

"HIS DRUMS. I MEANT. His drums." I sighed and slapped myself.

"I was helping him bang his drums! You know, they get.... stiff..... in the moving van.... and stuff...." roger started giggling and I held in my laugh.

"Oh. SUUUUUURRREEEEE. Where is he? I want to speak to him! It's been SO LONG!" Freddie pleaded.

"He's here." I gave the phone to Rog and let him speak. WHY DID I GET SO NERVOUS?!?! Its JUST Freddie! Our best friend!

I sat down and put my head in between my knees. Rog hung up the phone.

"Oh! Baby. It's ok! It wasn't that bad!" Rog sat beside me and held me. "Why were you so nervous?" He asked.

"I- I didn't know what to tell Fred. I mean, what are we?" I asked.

Then roger got down on one knee.

"Brian?"

"Yes roger?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes roger."