The Fantastic Drowse (Maylor)

I'd Wait All Night For You

Clenching his fists and biting his lip, he wiped the tears from his eyes. What was crying going to do? What good would calling his friends do? It was time to grow up.

As grown up as scaling a two story house can be.

Roger took a deep breath and knocked on the window. He looked down and drew in sharp breath.

"Bri..."

Silence.

"Brian..."

Nothing.

Roger pressed his back against the window, staring up at the darkening sky. It didn't seem so scary.

He couldn't blame anyone.

Well, maybe Clare, but the list was meant to show him not to take a break.

He never wanted to break up. He didn't even want the bloody break. He wanted Brian.

That's all he's ever wanted.

Closing his eyes, he knocked weakly on the window behind him.

Silence.

The fear of falling was nothing compared to the fear of losing Brian.

Roger grasped the pad of paper in his hands. He turned the pages, reading the cons he wrote himself.

A tear splattered the paper when he thought back to when he came home and wrote them.

Clare couldn't keep up with how fast he said each con, so he filled the rest of the pages with each reason himself.

Watching the sky get darker, he saw headlights in the corner of his eye. His mother wouldn't be home until after he leaves for school, but Clare would assume the worst in he wasn't home.

He saw Harold go into the house with a sigh. "Brian, please... I'll wait out here all night if I have to." He said against the glass.

He heard shuffling on the other side of the window as Brian shifted closer.

"You don't have to let me in, just...just listen to what I have to say." Roger swallowed, gripping onto the book and the windowsill.

"Con number one, I wouldn't see you everyday." He began, resting his forehead against the glass with a shiver. "Con two, I wouldn't get to kiss you. Three, I couldn't hug you."

Roger continued on, talking softly to the curtain covered window as the night became darker.

"Con thirty-five, I'd be heart broken."

"Con thirty-six, it could lead to a permanent break up."

"Con thirty-seven, it could ruin our friendship."

"Con thirty-eight, it could ruin everything.

"Con thirty-nine... I wouldn't get to love you anymore..." Roger sniffled, closing his eyes.

"Con forty, everything. Everything would be wrong. Every. Single. Thing." Rogers voice cracked. "And a million other reasons."

"Goodnight, Bri..." Roger whispered against the glass. "I hope we can still be friends some day..." He climbed down the roof, wrapping his arms around himself as the wind blew through the fabric of his shirt. He looked back at the house before running as fast as could back home.

Brian quickly opened the window, peaking his head out. "Roger? Roger! Wait!" He looked around, his heart breaking when the blond was no where to be seen.

Brian shut the window, sighing and throwing himself on the bed.

He reacted too fast, just like he always does.