You And I

11

On the next morning, the couple woke up to Rogers alarm, still laying on the couch, cuddling.
Roger was still wearing his ridiculously ugly glasses he got from his night stand when his show started on the TV.
"Fuck." Roger moaned when he jumped out of his sleep.
He saw John yawning and rubbing one of his eyes with his fingers and he felt like his chest was filled with confetti.
"Morning."
John didn't answer but smiled in a very cute, still sleepy way.
Now Roger couldn't resist any longer and kissed his lips, then his nose and forehead.
With a big smile, he carefully stood up and went to his bedroom to turn off the alarm.
The towel he had on last evening, was gone.
"The curtains are open!" John whisper-yelled while he picked up his own clothes from the floor.
"I do not care."
John rolled with his eyes and went to the kitchen to fetch something to eat as soon as he was fully clothed again.
That's when something shiny caught his attention in the corner of his eye.
He looked over to see the shiny metal box of his shaving knife.
After further investigation he was sure it was his and not some weird coincidence.

Roger came back and saw John standing in front of his shelf.
"Have you found something interesting?" He smirked and just at this moment it got to him. All the colour was drained from his face.
"Actually yes." John responded with his crazy eyes he got when he was about to flip.
"Um, Freddie gave me the same one." Roger tried to lie.
"There's literally my name on it."
"He must have forgotten my name then."
John clenched his jaw. If there was one thing he hated more than Brian's endless guitar solos, then it was lying.
"I wanted to shave?"
"You barely grow a beard."
"... That hurt." Roger touched his chest. "Anyway, I wanted to shave Brian's depression beard when he grows it again."
That was actually plausible, John thought.
"Roger."
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth." Roger sighed and made a dramatic pause. He slowly sat down on the couch and looked at the floor.
"The thing is... I want to start a barber shop for homeless people and the only thing I needed for that was that shaving knife. Actually, do you have some spare shaving cream? It's for a good cause."
"Roger!!"
John was ready to slap the shit out of Roger.
"Man, I didn't want to throw it away because I know how much it actually means to you! Freddie's your best friend and I thought that maybe you'll regret the decision."
"Have you ever thought about that there was a reason I wanted it gone?" John said loudly and pointed the knife box at Roger. "Never, ever doubt my decisions... Please."
"I-"
"You have seen my scars. I know it. And I think it's not that hard to see that I've did it myself."
Suddenly, Rogers eyes teared up and he tried to stop his under lip from shaking. Obviously he has seen them but he convinced himself that it happened on accident.
Like the one time his neighbour cut her wrists up when she wanted to cut a melon but had parkinsons. (Based on a true event btw)
"I'm ashamed, yes. But with that mindset you have, you could've left it in my flat, and I'd have done it again."
Thick tears rolled down both of their cheeks while they just stared at each other.
Roger could hardly supress his sobbing.
The drummer tightly hugged his crying boyfriend, making both of the men cry even harder.
John dropped the box on the floor and clawed into Rogers sweatshirt.
"I need some fucking antidepressants." John tried to laugh.

Freddie hummed and tapped his fingers in the same rhythm on the piano.
It was making Brian nervous.
"I've decided I want to do Somebody to Love differently." The singer said, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.
Brian's mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.
"You what now?"
"I don't like how the choir part sounds. We should put more overlays. And I want them sung again."
Brian was about to scream. They had already wasted a week trying to layout the song with Freddie, record the main audio track of his voice and the instrumentals.
Not to mention that the many overlays had already almost depleted the stock of tapes.
He took a deep breath and before he could start a fight, David came in and asked if somebody wanted a tea or coffee.
"Tea for me, please. With milk." Freddie said unbother, skribbling something on a note laying on the piano.
"Same for me." Brian said. "Actually no... Coffee, please... Wait, I want tea. Tea it is."
And just when David was about to leave:
"Coffee! A second... What takes you more effort to make? Tea of coffee? Hm. I'll take a coffee then. Thank you." *
He turned around to the singer again.
"We have barely any time left for the album. And we want to do John's song too. Not to mention you should be practicing Japanese right now for Teo Torriatte."
"Teo Torriatte knomama iko,
Aisuruhito yo,
Shizukana yoi ni,
Hikario tomoshi,
Itoshiki oshieo idaki." Came back from Freddie in perfect Japanese.
"Fuck you."

Roger and John drove to John's flat to get him fresh clothes.
It was an awkward silence until Roger broke it.
"I can't fucking believe it. I'll make a appointment at the doctors for you. Fuckin fairy."
John crossed his arms and looked out of the window, pouting.
"I was stressed okay? Can't really relax anymore after we released the third album. It all went downhill from there. Also, you're not the one who deals with that kinda stuff, so why are you mad?"
The drummer was pouting now too, but didn't feel the need to answer. The car stopped in a small parking lot directly in front of John's door.
Roger stared on his steering wheel while John left the car without a word.
He hurried up the stairs, as he could already feel Brian getting more and more pissed with every minute the couple didn't show up.
Quickly, Deaky unlocked the door, speedwalked to his bedroom and changed his clothes.
He was just about to leave, but then grabbed the nearest scotch bottle and took a big swig. Then a second one.
A heavy shudder struck him, but he shook it off. And as fast as John was in his flat, he was already gone again.
Taking two or three steps at once, the bassist jumped down the stairs and stood on the sidewalk again.
But Rogers car wasn't there anymore. John took a deep breath.
"That fucktard!" He loudly said.

Roger drove with a little too much speed to the studio and parked his car like an asshole in front of the huge building.
He slammed the car door and slouched the seven floors up to Freddie and Brian. He was mad and also sad. Smad. It wasn't funny but he laughed about it.
Brian winced when Roger kicked the door open, Freddie was too distracted by flirting with David to notice.
"Where's John?" Brian asked softly and slurped his still hot black tea.
"I don't give. a. shit."
Before he flopped down on the couch, the blonde grabbed a beer from the fridge.
Great, Brian thought, so little time and Freddie throws all the plans away, Rogers pissed and drinking, and John isnt even here.
He missed John.

A few moment later John sat in a car with a not unattractive bloke,who was nice enough to pick John up and drive him to the studio. The dude had long hair but was clean shaven, had some wooden beads around his neck, and overall looked like one of the last few remaining hippies.
And by an involuntary look at his crotch, John could tell that he definitely had a nice big c-
"So there we are." He held in front of the studio building, next to Rogers car.
"Oh... Yeah. Thank you! You saved me!"
"Should I pick you up later again?" The man said.
"No, that won't be necessary."
"Okay. Maybe we'll see each other sometime again, man."
"Sure! That would be... Um... Groovy?"
The man laughed and leant over to open the door on Johns side.

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Me? Uploading a new chapter? I- I'm sorry, yall last remaining readers of this story 🥺

*I recently (ehem... In March) watched a documentary in which - I think it was Mack but I'm not sure - told about this not so unusual situation. Apparently Brian was quite indecisive lol