Love Is Real (Maylor)

Moving On

December 23, 1996

Boxes.
Upon boxes.
Upon boxes, upon boxes.

They scattered the small flat. At least ten filled the hall, five in each bedroom, four in the lounge, three in the kitchen. A lot of fucking boxes.

And to make matters worse, Freddie and Roger kept fucking crying!

"Fred, they'll be right across the hall!" John sighed, handing him a tissue.

"It's not the same!" Freddie cried, grabbing Roger as he passes by and hugging him tightly.

"Freddie, you're gonna make me cry!" Roger sniffled, hugging him back.

"Rog, we'll be ten feet away!" Brian laughed.

"That's ten too many feet!" Roger huffed, wiping his face. "Who gets the scrabble?!"

Freddie gasped, his mouth hung open. "Who gets the... Who bought it?!"

"We split the price when we first moved in here." Brian said, taping a box closed.

"Split custody." Roger announced. "Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday me and Bri get it. You get it Tuesday, Friday, Sunday."

"That's not fair! You get it four days?!" Freddie pushed him off his lap.

"Oh my god, we'll buy another one!" Brian sighed, rubbing his temples. "Rog, go pack your closet!"

"Okay, mum." Roger rolled his eyes and went to the bedroom.

"Don't you mean daddy?" Freddie guffawed.

"I hope you go bald!" Roger yelled from the bedroom.

Freddie jumped to his feet. "Take that back, blondie!!" He yelled, running in the room.

Brian and John shared an exasperated look.

"Want to go get some coffee?" John asked, lifting his keys.

"Please." Brian chuckled, jotting down a small note before they walked out the door.

Move in day was tomorrow and everyone was feeling emotional about leaving the flat. It was the place they all first started. The place they began their relationships.

So many almost kisses happened between himself and Roger in those first two years of dating. Recovery of Roger's car accident. News of three engagements were shared in the lounge.

Even Brian felt himself tearing up at the thought.

"Aw, Bri! Don't cry too! Freddie and Roger have been blubbering messes all day and if you start crying, I'm going to launch into a full on mental breakdown." John frowned, looking at him at they entered the coffee shop.

"Sorry, Deaks. We just had some really good times in that flat." Brian smiled, the bittersweet feeling swirling around in his stomach.

"We did, didn't we?" John smiled softly, walking up to the counter. "Let's get them to go and get back then."

Brian nodded with a smile. "Can we get one decaf black coffee, one hot chocolate- decaf please, one cappuccino, and one green tea, please." He ordered, pulling his wallet out. He also picked out Rogers favorite pasty and three others for John, Freddie, and himself.