Somebody To Love - Maylor/Deacury

7 - Friends Will Be Friends

Roger's POV

I woke up with a terrible hangover as a result of my drinking the previous night. I covered my eyes with my hand to block out the light, as it certainly wasn't making me feel any better. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't in my bed. Instead I was on the couch, wearing the same clothes as the day before - I must have passed out here last night.

I sat up as gently as possible and tried to rub the tiredness from my eyes. What the hell happened last night? I tried to think, but my memory was a clouded mess. I heard distant talking in the other room, so I reluctantly got up and followed the noise.

I found the rest of the band eating breakfast in the kitchen. Brian and Deaky sat at the counter while Freddie stood across from them. When I walked into the room, their chatter stopped and all eyes were on me. Brian quickly looked away, while John stared at me expectantly. Freddie had a smug look on his face as he smiled at me, "Morning, Rog."

I felt uneasy as I joined them at the counter, taking a seat next to Brian, "Morning Fred."

For a moment, Freddie's mischievous grin was replaced by a look of concern. He filled a glass of water, then handed it to me, "Take this, dear. I can only imagine the hangover you must have."

"Thanks," I took a sip. Again, my attempt to piece together how I had ended up passed out downstairs was useless. I set down the glass, turning to Brian, "What the hell happened last night?"

He briefly met my eyes, then looked down at his coffee. I looked from Freddie to Deaky, who both were staring at the two of us. Freddie covered his mouth to hide his smile, and Deaky let out a laugh. I raised my eyebrows at the two of them, still waiting for a response. Then, without a word, Brian got up and left the room. Freddie rolled his eyes at him, then faced me, "Roger, what did you do?"

I threw up my hands in frustration, "I don't know! That's what I've been trying to ask you!"

"You really don't remember?" Deaky questioned.

I was getting anxious, "I really don't." They only acted this way after a night of drinking when one of us had done something really stupid. The bassist and the singer exchanged a look, then Deaky gestured for Freddie to speak.

He was hesitant, but he eventually broke the news, "Roger, you kissed Brian."

I actually laughed, "Yeah, right." When he didn't say anything in response, my smile slowly faded as I tried to keep my voice from breaking, "You are joking?" I thought back to last night.

My first clear memory was of the four of us playing scrabble, then sitting on the couch and laughing at god knows what. Obviously, I remembered drinking heavily. I could vaguely remember having a conversation with Freddie, but any details were completely lost. Then, I got a fuzzy mental image of Brian and Deaky. I had grabbed Brian and... oh my god. My stomach dropped.

I was literally speechless. Although my memory failed to provide any actual context or additional details, I knew one thing - I had kissed Brian. Still, I didn't know how to react. Deaky waved a hand in front of my face, bringing me back to the present, "Rog?"

I decided to play it cool. I wasn't attracted to Brian - he was my best friend, and besides, I wasn't gay. I forced a laugh, then finally spoke, "My god, how much did you guys let me drink last night?"

"A bit too much, it seems," Deaky joked.

Freddie laughed, "I just feel bad for Brian, the poor thing." As his name was mentioned, the guitarist walked back into the room and I felt caught off guard. I had no idea how he had reacted to the situation, but I got the feeling I was about to find out.

Brian's POV

I pretended that I hadn't heard Freddie's comment as I crossed the room to get to the back door. I turned, avoiding eye contact with Roger as I spoke to my bandmates, "I'm going to work on one of my songs in the studio."

"No, wait!" Freddie stopped me as I was halfway out the door, "Will you come here for a moment?" I sighed, stepping back inside and reluctantly walked towards the singer. I wasn't sure what his plan was as he gestured for me to stand beside him, and John looked just as confused.

Roger's spoke suddenly, "I'm going upstairs, I should get dressed."

Freddie walked around the counter and pushed him back into his seat, "No, no. You both are staying right here." He put his hands on his hips as he looked from Roger to me, "You two are behaving like children, and I won't allow it. You got drunk and kissed, so what?"

I felt color come to my cheeks. Freddie and John had teased me that morning about having kissed the blond, but the fact hadn't yet been stated so bluntly.

"Roger was blackout drunk," Deaky pointed out, then turned to face the drummer with a cheeky smile, "This isn't the first time you've done something stupid while intoxicated."

Roger replied sarcastically, "Thanks, Deaky. That really helps."

"Sorry," John quickly apologized, "I'm just trying to say that I don't think the situation is something to make a big deal out of."

"John's right," Freddie agreed, "It's one hell of an embarrassing story, but it's nothing to panic over. In a few years time I'm sure the four of us will look back and laugh!"

I finally met Roger's eyes, and we maintained eye contact as neither one of us knew what to say. His lips formed a smile as he tried to hold back a laugh, then he looked down as he failed to do so. Just like that, the tension was broken, and I felt like I could finally breathe. My heart fluttered as I couldn't help but laugh at Roger's soft giggles. Why was he so adorable?

"Right," Freddie continued, "Now that you two realize how ridiculous you're behaving, will things go back to normal?"

When Roger stopped laughing, he looked much less tense, "Yeah."

Freddie turned to me, "Bri?"

I forced a smile, "Yes, Fred." The only problem was that while things were supposedly back to normal, I still had unresolved feelings about Roger. As I looked at him now, my heart sped up. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he had kissed me, and how I might have actually liked it...