"Don't worry darling, come here." Brian looked at Freddie as if he was crazy. Roger looked over to John as he walked nervously and slowly towards Freddie. "You will make him even more scared if you look at him like that, Rog."
Freddie rolled his eyes at his childish bandmate. "Especially with that face, darling, you've scared him since he first met you!" Brian giggled. Roger turned away in disgust, and pretended to cry while his head rested on Brians shoulder. John stood flattered in the middle of the room. "Cmon, darling, don't be sh- well you are shy, aren't you..?" John stared at him. He immediately snapped out of it when Freddie spoke. "Oh, uh, ..yes." He didn't even know what Freddie had said. He just replied with somewhat a 'yes' and stuck with it. He continued to slowly walk towards Freddie. He got to him. "Sit here. Darling, whats the matter?" Freddie put his arm around John. John held his breath. He stopped for a moment. "Oh.. oh.. oh me?" He questioned slowly. "Yes darling, now what is making you like.. like.. this." John looked at him, confusingly. He sweated nervously, and slowly blinked. "Uh.. its just that.." John looked down. He noticed his knees were shaking vigorously. He looked back up again. Freddie was caressing Johns hair. "What, what is it, darling?" Freddie looked at John with a concerned look. "I like you, ok!?!" John shouted. He ran away, hoping to find a room where Freddie wouldn't come in. Nor anyone else. He had just spit out the truth. He'd said it all, and regretted it. He sat down, with his head in his arms. He cried a bit. He wish he hadn't done that, but it was more than a regret. Now Freddie knew everything. He could tell anyone, the whole world could know by the next day, he knows what Freddie can be capable of. Luckily, he slept peacefully, and no-one disturbed him. Until..
