"Brian?"
"Y/n, thank god you called," Brian said in a rush. "I've done a bad thing, I've done a very bad thing, I-I don't know what to-"
"What did you do this time?" I asked calmly. "Take a deep breath and start from the top."
Brian took a deep breath and fell silent for a moment.
"You know Chrissy?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah, I remember you telling me about her," I said. "A few days after you got together, I think, right? Something like that."
"I cheated on her with a girl I met at a party," he said. "And... And I like Anita more than Chrissy. I think."
"You think?" I repeated.
"I don't know!" He said defensively. "God, Y/n, I never... I didn't even... I wasn't-"
"Brian, slow down," I said. "If you like... You said her name's Anita? If you like Anita more than Chrissy, break up with Christine. Be with Anita if you like her more."
"I... I-I can't," he whispered. He sighed in frustration. "I can't! I can't. I just... Y/n, you're coming back as soon as you graduate. That's next week, right?"
"Yeah, I... Wait, Bri, you've been paying attention to my grad date?" I asked.
"Of course," he said. "I'm not going to miss your college graduation. But you're coming back with me, I need to- Hey!"
"Hello, lovey," someone said. I heard some arguing in the background. "Freddie speaking, Brian's lead vocalist and best friend-"
"I'm going to stop you right there, sir," I said. "You're incorrect. I'm his best friend."
"I like her, Brian," he said, not bothering to cover the transmitter. "Is she pretty? I sort of want to take her out, now."
"Freddie!" Brian shrieked. There was more arguing and a loud crash. Freddie cleared his throat.
"Sorry, Roger and Brian are having their nightly disagreement and are tumbling around the flat a bit as they fight. So, you're the infamous Y/n?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said. "I haven't talked to Roger in a very long time, come to think of it. I don't think I've talked to John yet. Is he really as cute as Brian says?"
"Brian called Deaky cute?! " Freddie yelled, bursting into giggles.
"Shut up!" Brian yelled, successfully grabbing the phone back. "I'll be over for your graduation next week, love, pray for my sanity, for the love of god, I need- Roger!"
"Fuck you!" Roger shrieked.
"You stupid-"
The phone was slammed onto the receiver as I tried to process what had just happened.
"Well, bye!" I said, grimacing at the phone.
