When You Get The Chance (maylor)

Who Wants To Live Forever?

October
Roger's POV
*knock knock* "Come in," the voice said. I walked into Brian's room. "Morning poodle!" The man frowned. "I'm not a poodle!" I laughed at his mad expression and crawled under the covers with him. As soon as my toes touched his leg he spasmed away. "No! Get away you fiend! Your toes are cold!" Brian tried to wiggle out of my hug, but I'm stronger than him. Silly guitarist, he should've known that. "No, you're mine," I giggled and hugged him closer. Now that we were touching and I was warming up, Brian stopped squirming and we cuddled. That is, until I reached around and grabbed his behind. "Oh, someone want kisses?" He smirked down at me. "Guess I do, don't I?" He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to mine. We pulled away and I kissed his long nose. He flushed and I turned my back to him and put my head below the covers. Brian was resting his chin on top of mine, his arms around me, hands holding mine, we snuggled back to sleep. It was pure bliss. That is, until Freddie thundered into the bedroom. "BRIAN ROGER IS MISSING! He's not in his bed and not at the studio or bar!" "Freddie, h-" "WE NEED TO PHONE THE POLICE!" "Freddie! Ro-" "CALM YOURSELF BRIAN YOU DONT NEED TO PANIC-"
"FREDDIE!"
"What?"
"Roger is right here, with me. He's perfectly safe and snug as a bug. He also happens to be sleeping, so if you don't stop flailing and shrieking, I will get the clippers and your mustache will be gone. Are we clear?" At this, I smiled. Brian was such a softie, but he will remove a man's mustache for me. He's kind of like, what are those animals he's hell-bent on protecting? Lemurs? No, maybe they were skunks. BADGERS! According to Brian, badgers have a soft side for their badger-children, and will fuck someone up if they try to hurt the badger-children. "Oh, sorry. Where is he, though, I can't see him?" Freddie lowered his voice to a whisper-shout. I wiggled my way up and poked my head out from under the covers. "Here I am!" "I thought you were sleeping...?" The singer looked a tad nervous. I decided to take this chance and see if Brian was part poodle or part badger.
"Oh, well I was until you barged in here screaming."
"Freddie Mercury."
Brian's voice went down an octave, and the reaction was priceless. Freddie's eyes got as big as saucers and he looked from me to Brian to me again. He turned on his his heel and ran out of here so fast I was surprised I didn't see a fire trail like in the cartoons. I listened as he ran to his bedroom, paused for a minute, and that's when I heard the front door slamming. "Oh, god! You scared him out of his pants," I laughed, sitting up. Suddenly, I had an idea. "Hey, Bri?" "Mhm?" "What you say we go for a drive after breakfast. Just the two of us? Go to a field or something romantic like that and just spend some time together? We haven't had much time to do that in a while, and it's nice being with you." I watched for Brian's answer etch it's way into his eyes. You can always know what he'll say next if you look closely. "Sure, that sounds calming. I love spending alone time with you, Rog."

"What was that slamming noise?" came a quiet voice. I looked up to see a small, tired Deaky rubbing his eyes in the doorway. Poor thing, only 32 years old and already being woken by doors. "I scared freddie out of the house," Brian giggled. "Say, what time is it?" The bassist looked at the clock on the wall. "9:30." "Time for breakfast!" I flopped out of bed and rolled onto my back to look up and find a mass of curls with a face peeking down at me. "Floppy fish," the guitarist taunted. "I'm not a fish!" I pouted and popped up.

"That was great Deaky!" His contribution to breakfast was toast- with cheese. Cheese on toast is Deaky's favorite; he's an oddball sometimes. I stood up grabbing Brian's hand with me. "Let me just grab our shoes and we'll be off." "Oh? And where are the happy couple off to?" Deaky raised an eyebrow. "Oh, we're going for a drive. Maybe pick some daisies or something." I heard a laugh from above me. "Ah, well have fun, then. I might head to the bar, Freddie is probably there." Deaky turned to the sink and started the dishes. I grabbed my keys and tugged Brian out the door, clogs clunking along. "Really? Clogs aren't for snow!" "That may be true, but clogs are good for your feet!" Okay, nerd. I love you.

"How did you find this road? I don't recall seeing it on any maps," Brian frowned in the driver's seat. "It's a fairly new road, I think." Suddenly, two screeches sounded. Our car went skidding forwards. Directly in another car's path. Which was also skidding out of control. I knew we were about to get in a head-on accident, and I made a split second decision.

"I love you," I unbuckled my seatbelt and flung myself in front of Brian's body.

Crash.