Body Language. Queen

Speaking In Riddles.

Freddie's P.O.V.

"What? No, tell me where we're going!" I pleaded, looking back and seeing our house fade into the distance, feeling confused.

He shook his head, grinning like a gooney, "Wait and see."

I glared at him, feeling puzzled but rather excited, I had no idea where he was taking me.

And I was still flabbergasted that fucking Charlie had been Brian's boss this whole time.

No wonder he liked going to work so much. It was like a roleplay scene being real, fucking his boss and all. Sly dickhead.

But, on the other hand I felt good about it, he'd left that job, even though he'd not turned up there for months it was a step to finally getting rid of Charlie for good.

I just had to take that final action.

But I felt good because I sort of felt that he was choosing me over him. That he truly was over Charlie...and he had moved on. But I was being a coward.

For years I had drooled over Brian and now that I had the chance to do something about it, I was too scared. It was the prime time to make a move or approach him, he was gay and single and he was being really fucking adorable towards me. Which hadn't happened before. He looked at me with a warmth in his eyes which made my knees almost buckle beneath me.

I still adored him. I still wanted him.
Maybe I just didn't want to ruin him.
But I just wanted to try.

It was early evening and what with the summer approaching the darkness didn't come till late and with my thoughts consuming my head for a moment there I didn't realise when the car had stopped until I heard Brian pull on his hand break.

I looked around, "My old street?" I whispered, feeling a heavy amount of nostalgia kick in.

I looked out of the passenger window, we were parked outside the house I used to live in with my parents and sister...my parents still lived there but it appeared as if no one was home...

"Why here?" I looked up at him.

"Take a walk with me..." he smiled,
sweetly, climbing out of the car.

He came around and held out my crutches for me to grab onto and I climbed out of the car.

I looked around, a flood of memories entering my head. Things were so different back then.

We started down the street, I felt a little pang of sadness as I realised I had not visited my parents for many months and now that I was here...I realised how much I had missed them...I wanted to see them.

There was a pause before Brian spoke up, "I still can't believe that, all those years...and I never even knew that we lived around the corner from each other." He lightly chuckled.

I smiled, "I bet you knew all along, you just didn't want to associate with someone like me." I joked.

"Don't be stupid." He laughed, shaking his head.

"Do you remember one of the first times I came over to your house and you ran into the garden with your record player and a Jimi Hendrix vinyl? You were screaming that's what we need to do!"

I blushed, I didn't think he would remember that, "Because I saw potential in what was going off with Smile and I wanted a piece of the action. I wanted to be in a band. Called Queen." I shrugged, grinning.

"And then I asked you if you could actually sing..." he cringed.

"The cheek of it." I winked at him.

There was another pause and soon we had walked the very short distance to where Brian used to live with his parents, they didn't live there anymore but reminiscing was actually rather nice.

"I never thought it would go anywhere though..." I quietly said.

We glanced at each other, "Me and you both..." he said, hushed.

"And now we tour the world and...and it all started on this street. It's a lot to get your head around..." the thoughts were quite overwhelming.

"Yeah...but it's not like it just landed in our laps. We worked bloody hard for it."

"Yes we fucking did." I agreed.

He started walking again and I followed him, still hobbling on my crutches.

He nodded towards a little corner shop, "That was our regular sweet shop. We must have gone in there three times a day." He grinned.

"That time when when we bullied Roger to go in and try to buy us alcohol...he got chased out by the owner!" I cackled, remembering the look of terror on young Rogers face. Even though he was the legal age, he just looked like a baby.

"We were cruel to him." Brian giggled.

Soon we sat on a bench that was on the corner of the street, nobody was around and I truly felt like the university student all over again.

"It wasn't just to...to reminisce...that's not the only reason I brought you here..." he looked nervous.

"What do you mean?" I smiled, feeling content.

He took a deep breath and looked up into the sky, "I thought it would set a nice ambience...before I...potentially ruin it again."

"Brian, dear. You're speaking in riddles." I laughed.

He suddenly turned towards me and stared straight into my eyes, he started to babble, "I like you, Freddie. A lot. I know you're not going to believe me because I've lied to you so much but I do, and it's so frustrating. I want you to believe me. These past six weeks, I-I gave myself a rule, if I still like you after having to look after you and do everything for you and put up with your little tantrums then...it's real. I do like you, and it's not just a phase. But this thing inside of me has been building up ever since...since before I even knew who Charlie was. I didn't trust you or think you could ever be faithful, I never for one second thought we could have something together. We're just so different. But I've realised now, you've changed drastically...to prove yourself to me. But that thing inside of me has been growing rapidly for quite some time now...I'm at the point where I...where I don't care if we don't work out. I want to try. I get it, Fred, I get it if you don't want the same as I do anymore, I've messed you about so much for so long, I get it if you don't want me anymore but...if you do...I-I just want...I want us to try it out."

I stared at him, his face buried in his hands. His words ringing in my ears and my throat dry.

I couldn't understand what he'd just said for several seconds, all I could hear was my heart beat pummelling in my ears.

I looked away from him and down to the ground. I felt sick.

Everything. Everything that I had dreamed of with Brian for years had just been blurted out in 30 short seconds. There was a part of me that couldn't believe him. But a bigger part of me did believe him.

I had changed how I act for him. Fuck, I'd been celibate for over six months for him. And he's finally realised.

My chance had come. To make Brian mine.

"Fuck...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...just ignore what I just said, I'm sorry..." he got up from the bench.

My heart lurched, my incapability to speak must have triggered a no I don't like you anymore answer in his head and that couldn't be further from the truth.

It was just that the man I had been chasing for over five years finally felt the same and it was a lot to fucking think about.

"I-I want to..." I stuttered, my face flushing bright red when he turned around and looked at me as if I'd just spoken to him in a different language.
"I want to." I repeated, "But I want to do it properly. As if we've not known each other prior. I want...I want to..." my voice trailed off and I looked down to the floor unable to finish my sentence, but I suddenly cracked into a grin, "I want to go on...a date with you first."