Love's A Game

Draft 9

This is my favourite. I just think its hilarious 😂

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"Oh my god! What the hell is your fucking problem, Roger?" John shouted.

His voice was quivering, his hands clenched and his cheeks red. Roger never saw him as furious as he was right now.
The drummer was deeply scared but just as angry as John was.

"You, you dickhead!"

"I didn't even do anything! Or is it suddenly MY fault that YOU sat down on my package?"

Roger sighed and looked away. He technically knew that his boyfriend was right.

"My new bass guitar was in it, you fucking bastard! It broke in two halfs!" John held the broken guitar pieces up.

"Well, you shouldn't have left it there." Roger tried to excuse himself.

John glared at him and his grip got so tight that his knuckles turned white. He counted to ten in his head, trying to calm himself down.
It didn't work.

"You know what I really can't deal with your stupidity right now - just stop talking to me!"

Roger thought of something to say that would maybe calm John down.

"Make me."

The bassist stared at him in disbelieve. Did Roger just really say this? A lot of various swear words flooded his mind.

"The only way I'll make you stop talking at the moment is by murdering you! My fucking package laid on the ground! You. Sat. On. It." The bassist slammed the pieces on the table. "I think it's the best if I just leave."

Freddie and Brian were seriously scared as they watched John storming out of the room. The singers eyes were wide as he held onto Brian's arm.

"And don't you dare to come home tonight!"

John slammed the door, making everyone in the room wince. Brian reached over the table to inspect the broken bass after a few moments of pure silence had passed.

"You definitely fucked up. It's an expensive one." He said. "He's going to kill you sooner or later."

"Did you really think that 'Make me.' would calm him down? I would have cringed if I hadn't been so scared." Freddie laughed.

The guitarists dark eyes looked at Roger worried and also kind of amused.
Roger rolled his eyes. He pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of his back pocket and lit it.
He deeply inhaled the smoke before he sat down next to Freddie and leant on his shoulder.

"I think he's overreacting." Roger pouted and chewed on the filter.

Freddie started to pet his hair.

"What song do you want to be played on your funeral?"

***

Despite John's threat to not come home today, Roger later arrived at their apartment. He could already hear 'I'm not in love' blasting inside the flat.

Asshole, Roger thought and when he unlocked the door the song got twice as loud.

The drummer quietly said "Hello?" and opened it unbearably slow.
He stepped in and tiptoed through the hallway - to not wake the beast.
Roger threw his jacket over the brown armchair and began to search the flat for his boyfriend.

He went to the bedroom first - no John. Just a few tear-wet tissues and his pants.
John also wasn't in the kitchen. The only suspicious thing was a cold cup of coffee standing on the edge of the counter.
The bathroom wasn't occupied either.
Now only the living room was left.