LIAR | QUEEN AU

Chapter 12 - Everybody Play The Game Of Love

"And then that f*cking b*tch pulled a gun on me and said 'or you can die' like what the f*ck???" John explained to us as Freddie cleaned his wounds.

Freddie banished me to the corner of the room in fear that I might accidentally hurt his "precious Deaky" more. It's just a few cuts and it's not like I would do anything!

"No way! I will murder him!" Freddie declared.

"So I saw the window and crashed through it. I mean I could've died but I'd rather die from a fall than from an ugly b*tch like that."

"I'd want to die from a pretty b*tch," I interjected.

"Like me?" Freddie batted his eyes.

"No, like Brian," I scoffed. Freddie smirked as he had tricked me, "Oop-"

"I mean, it's not like Freddie didn't know, Rog. It's pretty obvious," John said.

"Where the hell even is that poodle?" Fred inquired, "You should be flirting to his face, not muttering in the corner!"

I frowned, "It's not my fault he's too busy for me."

"Awww," Deaky sympathized, "That's not true."

"Oh sh*t!" Freddie exclaimed and bounced. John winced.

"Ow.."

"Sorry my darling. Roger! What were you trying to say a few nights ago? It was after the um.. the museum mission you and Bri went on!"

I blushed recalling it. I wanted to fess up to Brian about my feelings for him, but Freddie came and I sorta chickened out. I was bummed out, but it was just a stupid crush and I didn't want to let it affect me anymore.

"Dear, don't tell me you were going to tell him you liked him!" Freddie gasped. I nodded. "Dammit you could've been dating by now!"

"Well, it's not like he felt the same way. As far as I know he's straight."

"Darling, he's as straight as his damn hair."

I scoffed and smiled, "You can't just assume that."

"God, I literally feel the tension between you two whenever you go on missions. He has to like you back even just a little bit!" John remarked.

"You two are ridiculous!" I crossed my arms. Freddie rolled his eyes and finished tending to John's cuts.

"All done!" Fred proudly proclaimed, "Okay, well didn't you two recently have a sleepover? What happened then?"

I laughed as I remembered all the sh*t we did, "Lots and lots of things.. We made an Instagram account for him, he made me pasta and asked if I loved Hendrix more than him-"

"Wait what the f*ck!" Freddie interrupted, "So you're saying he doesn't like you back, but he literally asked you if you loved him? And he made you f*cking pasta!"

"Yeah... oh sh*t!"

"Goddamn dear that's some interesting sh*t."

"Hold on hold on there's a bit more.." I blushed. Might as well tell him all of it.

"Spill!" John and Freddie exclaimed at the same time. I laughed. We were like three teenage girls gossiping.

"He sorta kinda saw me.. naked.."

"WHAT?!" Freddie screeched, "HOW IN THE HELL-"

John was bug-eyed and Freddie was begging for an answer, "I don't know! I was just gonna shower and he walked in with a towel and I f*cking screamed and he did too and I thought I saw him get kinda hard but I don't know it might just be wishful thinking and then he walked away and that was the most embarrassing sh*t like I feel bad for his virgin eyes, y'know?"