The Fantastic Drowse (Maylor)

Better Off

"Well... at least he didn't dump you!" Freddie said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "...yet."

"Wow, Freddie. That makes me feel so much better." Roger grumbled out.

"Honestly, I don't know why the hell you're still standing here when your man has gone and run off." Freddie crossed his arms. "He's just upset. Go talk to him like I told you to a thousand times, you daft git."

Roger sighed deeply. He knew Freddie was right and he knew Brian had every right to break up with him. He just hoped he wouldn't.

"Give him a blowie and he'll forgive you right away." Freddie suggested, picking at his nails. "Worked for me anyway."

"Oh, for fucks sake! Freddie, now is not the time! I'll probably never even kiss him again! He probably won't even talk to me again! My god!" Roger covered his face and sank to the floor.

Freddie sighed, sitting beside him. "There, there, darling. I'm sorry."

"I fucking hate it when you're right..." The blond sniffled, hugging his knees. "Now he's going to hate me forever."

"Well, probably not forever." Freddie said with a shrug.

Roger lifted his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm not worth it to him. We've been together for what? A couple weeks?"

"I'm saying this because I love you, Rog. Get off your ass and go talk to him. Now. Before I drag you." Freddie said, standing up and pulling the blond with him. "You know where he goes when he turns all sad and shit."

Roger sniffled and nodded. "He's going to be mad at me..."

"At first. Just explain to him everything and he'll forgive you." Freddie sighed. "Go! I'm going to go find John and skip the rest of the day."

"Fine." Roger sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "I'll call you later and tell you what happens."

"I'll buy ice cream in case things go wrong, darling." Freddie said, sighing a bit. "I'll bring Deaky too."

Roger nodded, turning to walk down the corridor and out the exit doors.

He knew exactly where the older boy would be.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Roger was nearly out of breath running to the park in the center of the neighborhood. Brian always sat under an old weeping willow when he was upset, there was no doubt in Rogers mind that he would be there today as well.

Rounding the corner, he saw a large puff of hair and knew exactly who it was. Struggling to take a decent breath, he ran over to the taller boy.

Brian frowned as he heard wheezy breathing coming towards him. He looked up to see a red-face Roger, wheezing aggressively while holding up a finger.

"Rog?"

"GivemeaminuteIcantbreathe!" He said quickly, bent over as he tried to catch his breath.

Brian sighed, reaching in his gym pocket and handing him the extra inhaler he always had in case Roger forgot his, which he did frequently.

Roger took it and took a few puffs, sitting down next to Brian quietly for a few minutes as he recovered.

"Thank you." Roger said softly, not daring to make eye contact.

"Stop forgetting yours." Brian said harshly, crossing his arms.

"I will..." Roger sighed, looking over at him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Bri. I was just nervous and it was so long ago. I thought if I told you then, you'd hate me. And now, I just thought it didn't matter because it's been three years and-"