The Love I Never Gave-Maylor

Drowse

Warning: some light smut

The Next Day

I awoke to Roger's face inches away from mine, it came as a surprise to me, heart jumping.

"Time to wake up, you fluffy poodle!"

"I'm not a poodle!"

"Whatever, get dressed, we are going to Freddie's for breakfast today."

"But why?" I questioned.

"I don't know, I just wanted to."

"Oh well, I wouldn't mind paying him a visit."

I got dressed and we were out of the house, walking over to Freddie's place. Once we arrived, I knocked and waited for him to answer. The door opened and Freddie's familiar face appeared outside.

"Hey darlings, what brings you here?"

"We decided to come here for breakfast," Roger said.

"Actually, I'm having a bit of trouble with that. Deaky usually does it, but it's my turn today."

"Don't worry, I'll make breakfast for all of us." Roger chimed in.

"Really? Thank you, come on in!"

Roger and I entered the house and he went into the kitchen while I sat down on one of the stools next to the counter where John was already seated.

"Hey, deaks."

"Hi."

Poor thing, 25 years old and sleep-deprived. Freddie came in and planted himself next to John. Roger had started the stove up and was now making food.

"So, boys, what do you think of the album we finished? A Day At The Races?" Freddie asked.

"I really liked it, especially "Somebody To Love" John replied.

"Yeah, that was one of the best songs on the album!" I exclaimed.

"Speaking of the best song, which one do you think was the worst song?"

I was feeling bold and decided to play around with Roger's mood, and that meant getting on his nerves.

"Well, actually, I think "Drowse" was the worst song on the album."

Roger whipped his head in my direction as soon as I said that, glaring at me. John caught onto what I was doing and added to the discussion.

"I agree, all of his songs are weird and have nonsense lyrics."

"Especially "I'm In Love With My Car" from the last album. Remember that one lyric "with my hand on your grease gun?" I said, laughing.

"It's a metaphor, Brian! I've told you that countless times! Oh, what about "You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese?" That wasn't any better!"

"But Roger, what exactly were you doing with that car? I'm still wondering about it since last time!"

Roger looked John and I over, giving us the death stare.

"Don't make me threaten the coffee machine again, and it's going to be gone for real this time, I mean it!"

Heart raced at that thought. The coffee machine gone, no...

"Okay, Okay, don't get so defensive on us—"

"But please..."

"Not the coffee machine!" John and I exclaimed in unison.

Roger smirked at our surrender.

"That's more like it."

Oh, that moody blondie, how I loved when his buttons got pushed.