Everything Else; Maylor

A Couple Moments To Answer.

ROGER'S POV:

You know that uneasy feeling? The feeling you get as if you're not alone or being watched? That's how I feel right now even though its midnight and I'm peacefully curled up on the couch in my living room. In fact, that feeling had been bothering me lots lately. I'm never really a paranoid person, I'm probably turning into one. I avert my eyes from the television to my funky orange and walnut clock- it was twelve-thirty-two. Brian had been on my mind and I had an urge to call him for the last couple of days. 

Ever since we did it, we haven't even spoke. I know thats normal because it's only been a few days but, I was confused. I didn't know what he meant to me now. Before he was just a friend that I like romantically in secret but, this changes everything. I don't know if us having sex meant anything to him. I didn't want to look like the one who had feelings while he thought nothing of it. I forget how these things work, it's been so long since I've properly liked someone. Two years I haven't been in a relationship, two years of one night stands every weekend.

Finally, I jumped up from the couch and called the only guy I could think of at this hour. 

"Brian May speaking." He said in an almost concerned but, confused voice. It was midnight after all.

"Bri, it's me, Rog."

"Oh Roger. W-Whats up?"

"I know it's late but, I was wondering if you wanted to come over." That was random- desperate much. 

"I'll be there in ten!" He beamed. Did he just think I wanted sex? Is that why he was excited? Was that what he thought all this was? Jesus, I sound like a fucking woman.

"Bitchin'" I hung up and ran to my room, dabbing some cologne on my neck and changing my clothes to something more satisfactory. I wore a black blazer with small yellow flowers on it- I think they were daffodils or some shit. It's Freddie's. Wait- or mine? I don't know we always share it. Then some black bell bottoms that was a smooth, comfortable fabric. I aggressively brushed my hair, cringing at the pain, and then even more cologne.

"Hey." I gestured Brian inside with a small smile. I surprisingly wasn't up for sex, I just hope that's not what he thought this was.

"I'm surprised you called." Why?

"Why?"

"Because it's midnight?" Shit, I'm overthinking again.

"Oh, right." I awkwardly chuckled, welcoming him to sit on the couch beside me. 

He fidgeted with his fingers before speaking up, "I think we should talk about the other night..." Wait why was I starting to think he regrets it. I nodded, "I'll go first?" We laughed, "I really enjoyed it and I really enjoy you- being around you and being friends with you. But, I think you're in love with Freddie." My eyes fluttered making me look away and fall silent. 

"How could you say that?" My voice trembled in confusion.

"I had a feeling." My lips quivered and I shook my head, "Do you?"

"No! I don't! How could you say something like that about my best friend!? I suddenly yelled.

"I didn't say anything about him!" His voice raised, "I said that I think you're in love with him!"

"Why would I!?"

"BECAUSE YOU DATED HIM!" What? How did he know that? Did Freddie say something? My head tilted back as my body took over the common feeling; hurt. His eyes expanded looking like he said the wrong thing.

"How did you know that?" My voice became soft and quiet.

It took him a couple moments to answer, "It's obvious, Roger. I couldn't shake the feeling, and you just confirmed it. Just the way you looked at him sometimes, and what about that time when he asked me out and you went quiet?"

"I like you, Brian. I got upset because he asked out you." I felt as if I was on the verge of tears considering my small tone of voice, "He means a lot to me but, never like that- never again." He stared at me sadly, avoiding my eyes.

"I'm sorry-"

"But you're right. We were boyfriends...for seven years. Since high-school, we were best friends and then we...experimented with each other. It was the last thing I expected but, then I fell in love. So did he. And I guess we're still friends because we need each other in a way. For a long time he felt like all I had. Even after we broke up I still needed him, and we became friends. It was the beginning of a friendship. Things are better the way they are now then two years ago. I hurt him bad, Brian."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise." I rested my hand on his, "You didn't know." I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back. "I really like you."

"I really like you." He said. My head nuzzled into the crook of his neck as I breathed in his cologne. "Will you go out on a date with me?" I pulled away with surprise.

"I'd love to." I kissed his cheek gently before he gave my lips a soft peck.