LIAR | QUEEN AU

Chapter 36 - Leaving Home Ain't Easy

"You sure you packed all your stuff?" I peered behind me towards Roger.

I had one suitcase that I cramped with about half of my closet. Roger brought his whole ass closet along with the thousands toiletries. And now he's stumbling behind me with two suitcases and a large tote bag.

"I'm pretty sure..." Roger swiftly double checked his bags. And by double check I mean furiously pat them down, but he wasn't actually looking inside the bags.

"Ready?" I opened the trunk.

"Ready Freddie!" Roger enthusiastically grinned, but it soon turned into a frown. After a moment of silence, both of us cringed. Sensitive spot he hit. It was quiet now as we loaded our things.

I sat in the drivers seat and ruffled through my hair prepping for a long car ride. All I got to do is stay awake and ignore any dumb sh*t Roger's bound to do.

For about five minutes, Roger remained quiet. Uh oh. That's not good. He usually never shuts the hell up unless he's plotting something. Maybe I should have more faith in him. He could be sleeping, but then again he's a snorer, so I would hear if he were sleeping.

I glanced to my left. He was staring out the window. Quietly. He's never conscious and quiet. Something's wrong then.

"Are you doing all right?" I questioned, glancing at the blonde once more.

"I'm fine," he brushed me off.

I sighed, "Okay, what's wrong?"

He perked up, annoyed, "Nothing!"

"You're a horrible liar, Roger."

"I can't be that bad..."

"You are. I thought you would learn to lie better since you're a spy, but go figure."

"Well, you're a bad liar too!"

"You don't know that because I don't lie," I simpered.

"Oh look at Saint Bri never lying!" Roger rolled his eyes, agitated.

Snappier than usual. Well, he is quite snappy on a regular. But I know him. When something's up, he likes to insult me more to try to divert me away from the problem.

"Roger, you know you can tell me when something's bugging you," I gazed at the blonde. We'd be stopped for a bit since traffic sucks.

"Stop it. There's nothing bugging me."

"I, I'm just worried about you! You seem so mopey, and I want to help. All I want is for you to be happy, Rog! Please, tell me what's happening."

He remained silent, before shaking his head and responding in a hushed voice, "It's stupid..."

"Nothing's stupid coming from you," I held his hand, "Well..."

Roger scoffed, smiling slightly. He returned to his mood, "I... I miss Freddie. That's all."

I bit the inside of my cheek. Before responding, I nudged the car forwards. I sighed, nodding, "I do too, Rog. We all do."

"I know that. So I shouldn't be adding to the dire mood. I'm sorry."

I squeezed his hand tighter, "Never be sorry for feeling upset. It's been sh*t lately, and I get it. I-I miss him a lot. But we'll find him."

He gazed up at me, his eyes watery, "You think so?"

"I know so," I smiled, "We'll fix this. Freddie deserves better than whatever is happening."

"I just don't understand how this all happened. W-why he set off those attacks and stabbed John... it just doesn't make sense. Freddie wouldn't want to purposely harm anyone, let alone Deaky!"