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The late morning sun poured through the windows of Rogers bedroom. He let out a small groan, putting a pillow over his face. In just one day, he'd be going back to school. Great.
Yawning, he curled up into the blanket before he heard a knock at the door.
"Roger, honey, phone call!" His mother called through the door. "it's Freddie, he said it was urgent." He heard her laugh a little.
Roger sighed, sitting up in his bed. He was having a great dream, his parents finally bought him a car! And he actually passed his driving test!
"Coming, mum!" He called, yawning and putting his glasses on. He only ever wore them at home where his friends couldn't see him.
Roger opened his door and ran downstairs to grab the phone, nearly slamming into his mother on the way.
"Careful! Good morning, sweetheart!" Winifred smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Good morning, mum." He grinned back, grabbing the phone off the counter and pulling the cord into the next room. "What do you want, Freddie?"
"Good morning, mama!" Freddie mocked in a high posh accent, laughing.
"Shut up, you wanker!" Roger rolled his eyes. "Why are you calling this early?"
"First of all, its eleven. And second, we're all going over to Bri's tonight for our last night of summer before school tomorrow. You in?" Freddie asked, messing with the cord on the phone.
"Hell yeah, I am! What time?" Roger grinned, leaning on the wall.
"Right now! Get your lazy ass ready, blondie!" Freddie laughed. "Bring extra clothes! Alright, I gotta call Bri and tell him!"
"Wait, Bri doesn't know yet?" Roger chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, but his parents are out of town until Tuesday so we'll have the house to ourselves. And if he says no, we'll just stand outside his door until he lets us in." Freddie shrugged. "I'll meet you there in ten minutes!"
"Give me twenty, I just woke up." Roger yawned, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.
"Okay, lazy bitch, twenty minutes!" He looked at the clock. "See you soon, darling!"
"See ya, Fred!" Roger laughed, hanging up the phone and running upstairs to shower and get dressed.
Freshly showered and dressed, Roger barreled down the stairs, nearly falling on his face before catching himself on the railing. He smiled at his mother and quickly ate the breakfast she set out for him.
"Thanks, mum! I'm heading over to Brian's for the night!" He muffled through the food in his mouth before swallowing and kissing her on the cheek.
"Alright, have fun! You and Freddie behave!" She called out at him. "I don't want anymore calls from Ruth!"
"Okay, mum." He chuckled, grabbing his bag and putting on his pink converse before running out the door and a few doors down to Brian's house.
Roger knocked on the door after seeing it was locked. Waiting for about two minutes he frowned before the door opened.
Freddie grinned and pulled the blond inside. "Let's get this party started, darling!"
"Ah yes, great party of three." Roger laughed, slipping his shoes off as he knew Mrs. May had a strict no shoe policy and he's one strike away from facing her wrath.
"It's all we need tonight, Rog." Freddie grinned, shutting the door.
"Hey, Rog! You staying the night?" Brian motioned to the overnight bag he was carrying.
"Freddie said pack extra clothes." Roger shrugged with a small grin. "I wasn't taking any chances."
"Did you bring a swimsuit?" Freddie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, no?" Roger frowned over at Freddie. "I hate swimming, Fred."
"Come on, Rog! Bri's parents are closing their pool on Tuesday, then you have to wait a whole year to get back in!" Freddie practically begged. "You haven't gone in a single time since they got it!"
"I'll put my feet in." Roger shrugged before smirking. "So, what are we doing tonight?"
"No, no, no! Roger, get that smirk off your face!" Brian's eyebrows shot up. "My parents can't even know you were here, they're still mad about last time!"
"I said I was sorry!" Roger pouted, crossing his arms.
"You used my great granddads cane as a fire poker, Rog!"
"It looked like a big stick!"
"It actually didn't, you're just blind! You threw the whole thing in!"
"Children, children! Is this anyway to start a party?" Freddie tsked, shaking his head. "To be fair, the cane did look like a stick and Rogers blindness just added to it."
"I'm not blind, I'm just... visually imperfect." He huffed.
"Just wear your glasses, Rog." Brian rolled his eyes. He'd seen Roger in his glasses before, he wore them all through their childhood but stopped when he turned fourteen because he thought they made him look ugly. Brian scoffed, like Roger could ever look ugly. Besides, he really liked the glasses on him.
"My glasses make me look daft." Roger plopped down on the couch. "So, what have you been doing with this big house all to yourself?" He rolled over on his back and hung upside down, smirking at the curly haired man.
"I've only been alone since last night." Brian chuckled, "I was going to see if you wanted to come over, but Freddie already planned that out."
"Don't pretend to be mad, Bri, you know you love us." Roger rolled over to his stomach, propping his head up in his hands and laying like a teenage girl, kicking his feet in the air.
"It's better than being alone here. I just hope my parents don't freak out." Brian couldn't help but smile at Rogers position.
"We'll be perfect angels, darling." Freddie smiled mischievously at the two boys. "Now, let's go swimming!"
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Roger sat at the deep end of the pool, legs dangling in the water. He had on a pair of Brian's much too long swim shorts.
"Come on, Rog, get in!" Brian called, dunking Freddie under while laughing.
"Umm, I'll pass!" Roger tensed up a bit, biting at his bottom lip.
"What's wrong? You really hate swimming that much? We just got the pool put in two months ago and you still won't get in." Brian frowned a bit.
"I don't want to mess up my hair!" He called back, splashing his feet a bit.
"Don't be a priss, Rogerina!" Freddie called, suddenly pulling the blond into the pool.
The scream Roger let out was similar to a dog whistle and Brian was sure all the neighborhood dogs were on their way.
Roger was panicking, thrashing about trying to stay afloat when he finally grabbed onto Brian and clung to him to dear life, shaking with wide eyes.
"Rog, are you okay?" Brian frowned, holding the side of the pool with one arm and the trembling blond with the other. "I know it's cold but-"
"I-I can't fucking swim!" Roger yelled, gripping into his best friend tighter. "Freddie, you absolute shit!"
Freddie chuckled a bit. "You're sixteen and you can't swim?"
"You could've killed me!" Roger gaped.
"But did you die?" Freddie smirked.
"I could've!"
"But you didn't." Roger felt an urge to punch the smirk off his face, but he was frozen in place, arms and legs wrapped around Brian's body.
Brian slowly made his way to the shallow end of the pool. Giving a reassuring look to the shaking blond.
"I can teach you, if you want." He offered. "You don't have to be scared, I won't let you get hurt."
Fucking Brian. Being perfect as usual.
"You're not going to make fun of me?" Roger asked, raising an eyebrow to the boy he was currently clinging to.
"Maybe later," Brian smirked a bit. "But first its my duty as your best friend to make sure you don't die. Otherwise I'll be stuck with just Freddie."
"Being stuck with me is a privilege, you simple bitch." Freddie cackled, swimming over to them. "Sorry for almost killing you, darling, I thought you were just being your usually bratty self."
"You should've told us you couldn't swim. It's been all summer, Rog, were you really that scared we'd make fun of you." Brian asked, arm still around his friend. They were in the shallow and Roger was still clinging to Brian, he didn't mind much.
"Well, I just..." Roger sighed, "I just didn't want to look like a baby."
"You are a baby, but we love you regardless." Freddie grinned. "Now let's teach our baby how to swim!"
Roger caught on pretty quick after untangling himself from Brian and was able to keep himself from going under the water. Brian didn't mention it when Roger would grab him to stay afloat every so often.
Eventually they all got tired and made their way inside. Roger was about to sit on the couch when Brian grabbed his arm.
"You better not put your soggy ass on my couch." Brian warned.
"Okay, mum." He rolled his eyes smirking, and walked to the bathroom to put his clothes back on.
"Freddie!! Get off the couch!!" Brian pulled his own hair, his eyes wide. His mother would have a fit if she saw this. "I swear, you two are like children!"
"Don't worry, darling, I'm well past dry. Rogers taking up the bathroom wanking, so I can't get my clothes." Freddie waved hand, leaning back.
"Shut up, Fred!" Roger called through the door, before walking out. "I had to fix my hair." He huffed as Freddie entered the bathroom.
"I'm gonna order us some Japanese." Brian sighed. "Your usual, Rog?"
"You know me so well." He grinned, flopping his body down on the couch.
"Too well." Brian chuckled before slipping off to the kitchen to order the food over the phone.
Roger leaned back and closed his eyes before he felt a weight on top of him.
"Freddie, what the hell! Piss off, mate!" Roger said, trying to push the older boy off of him.
"Have you told him yet?" Freddie smirked, leaning close into his face.
"Told who what?" Roger rolled his eyes.
"Told Brian that you love him?" His smirked widened when Rogers cheeks turned pink.
"I... Freddie, I can't! Brian's straight, you know that." Roger sighed, not fighting to push Freddie off. They were in a compromising position, but Brian was in the kitchen anyway.
"That boy is as straight as his hair. Take my word, I have excellent gaydar." Freddie grinned, not moving from his seat on Roger.
"You've claimed half the boys in our year are gay, even when they had girlfriends." He rolled his eyes.
"Just because they're dating girls, doesn't mean they aren't gay. I dated Mary for a while." Freddie shrugged.
"That's... Freddie, me and Brian have been friends since nursery school. I can't mess that up." Roger sighed. "Unless I knew for sure, I'm not going to risk it. He means too much to me."
"Hmm... I have an idea." A sly smirk stretched across Freddie's face.
"I'm afraid to ask." Roger frowned, feeling a bit uneasy at his friends change of expression.
"Well, I for one, know that Brian is very much so the jealous type." Freddie began. "Not in a bad way, but it's quite noticeable when he gets his panties in a twist."
"What are you getting at, Fred?" Roger said, sitting up and pushing the older boy out of his lap.
"First, you'll have to come out to him. He won't reject you, since he's never been malicious towards me." Freddie smiled, "Then, we make a little announcement that we're together."
"Are you joking?" Roger stared at him with wide eyes.
"I'm as serious as a heart attack, my dear." He grinned. "It'll only be a few days, we'll see how he reacts and then brush it off as if it was a joke."
"Because dating me is a joke?" Roger challenged with a smirk.
"As beautiful as you are, I prefer brunettes." Freddie winked. "So are you in or not?"
"I'm..." Roger hesitates before bringing his eyes up to meet his friends.
"I'm in."