The Fantastic Drowse (Maylor)

We Believe That We Can't Be Wrong

He didn't say anything back.

Roger threw himself on his bed after putting one of his new records on. He stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin around. He was freezing, but he couldn't reach the string to turn it off even with a chair. He usually had Brian do it.

He tried to calm his nerves, attempting to silence the part of his brain screaming that he'd made a mistake.

Roger sighed and ran a hand over his face.

Everything was fine. His brain was on fire and he felt the urge to tear all of his hair out, but it was fine.

"Roger!"

"Yes, mum?"

No answer.

"Yeah?" He said louder.

Still no answer.

"Mum??" He practically screamed.

Silence.

"For fucks sake." He sighed, getting up and seeing his mother holding the phone in the kitchen.

"It's for you!" She said, a smile on her face.

Roger took the phone. "Thanks." He gave her a small smile before putting the phone up to his ear.

"Freddie, why the hell are you calling at nine o'clock at night?" Roger asked, leaning against the wall.

"Well, I don't know why he'd be calling." Brian's voice came over the phone smoothly.

"Fuck."

Brian chuckled quietly. "Sorry, is this a bad time?"

"Yeah, I was upstairs thinking about how to rip my brain out." Roger said, twisting the cord with his finger.

"Sounds...fun?"

"It's a blast." He said jokingly. "Why're you calling? I saw you two hours ago?"

"Well... I just don't like being home alone." Brian sighed tiredly. "My dad got stuck out of town for the night because the roads are bad up there."

Roger bit his lip. "Want me to come over?"

"No, no. I just... I wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed." Brian said quietly, yawning into the phone.

"Okay, serial killer." Roger snorted.

"..."

"Bri?"

"..."

"Did you die?"

"..."

Roger frowned before he heard soft snoring. He couldn't help the soft smile that spread across his face.

"Goodnight, Brimi. I love you." He said softly into the receiver before hanging up.

"You're back together?" Clare poked her head in the room.

"No?" Roger crossed his arms. "Stop eavesdropping, you creep."

"You said you loved him." Clare crossed her arms back at him.

"So? We're best friends. You tell your best friend you love her." Roger scoffed.

"We're girls! Only girls do that." Clare said matter-of-factly.

"That's sexist." Roger shot back.

"You're annoying." Clare stuck her tongue out.

"I'm gonna make Freddie light your teddy bear on fire again." Roger threatened.