𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | dealor

five weeks

When John didn't reply for around two weeks, Roger started to get worried. However, he didn't let himself get overstressed because he expected slow replies from John at the moment. It was just strange to not be holding one of the younger boy's letters in his hands right now.

"What's got you so miserable?" Freddie said, kicking his legs up onto Roger's lap whilst his head was leaning on Brian's thighs.

Roger shook his head. "Nah, it's nothing. Just a bit bored, 'is all."

Freddie eyed his best friend but continued chewing his strawberry bubblegum and averted his eyes to the television across the room.

"Top of the Pops has become so shit lately." Freddie announced out of the blue, receiving agreeing grunt from Roger and Brian. "I don't even know who these guys are?" He furrowed his brows.

"I've never seen them before either? Have you, Rog?" Brian turned to look at his blonde friend, who seemed totally away with the fairies.

"What? Oh. No, never heard of 'em."

Freddie raised himself from Brian's lap and looked straight into Roger's eyes. He stared for a good thirty seconds before he came to a conclusion.

"John hasn't written you back, has he?"

Roger gulped. "How did you know?"

Freddie put back a strand of his blonde hair behind his ear and tutted. "I can read you like a book, blondie. Have you two had a lover's tiff?" He winked.

Roger just set his eyes on the floor and began twiddling his thumbs. "No. His grandma's sick. I'm just being selfish, though, because he told me his replies were going to be shitty yet i'm still acting like a brat."

Freddie tilted his head up by his chin. "Don't be silly. You're not a brat. You just miss him, and that's perfectly understandable. You two have been writing to each other non bloody stop!"

Roger chuckled with a blush.

"Is this the jacket he got you?" The elder boy asked, to which he received a nod.

"It is. It's great, 'innit?"

Freddie nodded. "It feels lovely! What is it, velvet?" He stroked his fingers across the jacket, eyeing up the intricate detailing.

"Dunno, something like that, I think." Roger shrugged and looked back at the TV.

"He got you a jacket?" Brian finally spoke up, looking at how Roger was feeling the material against his fingertips.

"Yeah. He saw it in his local market and said it reminded me of him, so..." the blonde couldn't help but blush when the conversation surrounded his adorable pen pal.

"Where does he live again?"

Roger cracked a smile. "Italy."

Brian replied with a silent gasp and nodded slowly. "Hm. Cool."

*

When John hadn't replied for four weeks, that's when Roger began to get really worried. He contemplating writing to John again or even calling him, but he knew better than to disturb. At the moment, Roger wasn't a priority. His nonna was, and Roger had to understand that.

However, as days went by with no letter coming through the mail, Roger's fingers started to itch whilst he thought about the telephone. He was just one phone call away.

But he always managed to stop himself. He didn't want to be a nuisance. So instead, he busied himself with his college work. Writing an essay on the differences between lymphocytes and phagocytes.