Love Is Real (Maylor)

Trust

December 3, 1996

Brian sighed, crossing his arms at the pouting man in front of him.

"You said we were leaving on the fourth!" Roger crossed his arm, pouting even more.

"Well, you're leaving on the fourth. I'm leaving tonight." Brian said casually. "They announced the roads are safe enough to drive on now."

"No, no, no. Why do we have to take two cars? That's a lot of gas!" Roger argued. "Isn't that bad for the earth? I thought you cared about the earth!"

"Freddie and John are dropping you off." Brian said, turning to his suitcase to continue packing.

"I don't agree with this situation. I hate it." Roger plopped down on the bed, a scowl set on his face. "Why are you doing this?"

"Come on, Rog. It's one night." Brian sighed. "You'll be fine."

"Well... well maybe I just won't go! Yeah, I'm not going!" Roger huffed, folding his arms back over his chest as he pouted like an angry child.

"Really, Rog?" Brian turned around to give him an amused glance. "Alright." He shrugged, turning back to his prior task.

"Alright?!" Roger hopped off the bed. "You know what?! You're just... ugh!" He threw his arms up in exasperation and stormed out of the room.

Brian chuckled to himself. He told the blond he was leaving a day early to have alone time with his mother. He hadn't seen her in months, so he figured it would be a nice thing to do. In theory, at least.

"Roger, if you throw that out the window, I swear I'll throw you next!!" He heard Freddie yell from the lounge followed by a thud and Roger screaming.

John peaked into the room, earbuds in his ears as he listened to his walkman.

"What'd Roger throw this time?" Brian asked, glancing up from his suitcase.

"He tried to throw the kettle, but Freddie tackled him." John said, taking one of the earbuds out.

"He's mad because I told him I'm
leaving tonight and he's leaving tomorrow." Brian shook his head with a grin.

"Sounds reasonable." John chuckled. "Drive safe, Bri."

"Thanks, Deaks. Let me know if he tries to drive to my mums." Brian laughed.

"Will do." He smiled, popping his earbuds back in, and left the room. He watched Freddie wrestle Roger to grab the kettle while sitting on the coach, nodding his head to the beat of the song, completely unbothered.

"Fine! Fine! I won't fucking throw it!" Roger grumbled, pushing the singer off of him.

"Good boy, Roggie." Freddie said sarcastically, snatching the kettle. "This was a gift from my mother!"

Roger huffed, standing up and throwing a pillow out the window.

"That was my favorite pillow!" John whined, ripping his earbuds out.

"Sorry." Roger grumbled before walking out front door with a huff.

"That boys temper is exhausting sometimes." Freddie sighed, sitting next to John.