The Loser in the End--The Sequel

Curly-Haired Motherfucker

When Roger got home, Debbie noticed how upset he seemed, and she asked him about it. But Roger just told her he was having creative differences with Freddie and John. He didn't want her to know how upset he really was--or why. He didn't want her to feel any insecurities about his relationship with Freddie. She knew they had once had an affair, and she didn't need to know anything more than that. She didn't need to know how deep his feelings went.

How could Freddie possibly ask him to work with Brian again? He stayed up most of the night thinking about this new dilemma. Brian had turned all their worlds upside down, leaving no one unscathed. Sure, he'd been treated for his emotional issues and seemed fine now, but could he really be trusted? Roger didn't think so.

He knew if he pouted and whined and batted his eyelashes enough, Freddie would give up on this crazy idea of getting the band back together. Yes, Roger knew Freddie would sacrifice his own wants and needs for him. But at what cost?

Roger stood examining his reflection in the mirror and noticed the signs of aging on his own face as well. Once, he and Freddie had been so young and carefree, and they had just lived for fun. Those were the days of their lives. Where had the time gone?

Freddie was, without a doubt, the best friend Roger had ever had, and he was intending to ask him to be his best man at his and Debbie's wedding. He wished he could swallow his pride and tell Freddie yes, let's get the band back together. Surely he could do that for his best friend...

He stared at the phone. No doubt Freddie was still awake. He could call him right now and tell him he'd changed his mind about working with Brian.  He picked up the receiver, thinking about what he would say exactly to reassure Freddie he was supporting the idea.   But then he put it back down.

He just couldn't do it. Not even for Freddie...

Roger was nervous as he entered the studio the next day.  He didn't know what kind of mood he would find Freddie in.  If Freddie was really serious about this Brian fiasco, then Roger needed to take some of his things back home today, before Brian invaded the studio.  Roger had controlled his temper around him thus far, but he knew he could crack at any moment.  It was best he not come into contact with Brian at all.

But it was too late.

Just as he was about to enter the control room, he saw that curly-haired motherfucker, looking all pale and nervous and biting his nails.

How much ass kissing had that skinny weasel done to make Freddie want to work with him again?  Just the sight of Brian made Roger want to vomit.

"Fuck this," Roger swore as he turned to leave...