Body Language. Queen

Vice Versa.

Roger's P.O.V.

Myself and Deaky had been on our own date last night, nowhere fancy, just out for a meal and a drink after. It had been nice.

We were in bed and still awake when we heard the two of them return last night. I was desperate to go running downstairs and ask them how it had gone but John persuaded me to leave them to it and to not bother them.

I mean, they had both returned and had walked in the house without no raised voices being heard so those points put together must mean that it had been successful. Right? No arguing. And they both came home together.

John was as eager as I was to find out all the details but he didn't make it as obvious as I did. Making me wait till the morning until we asked.

We were not surprised that we had managed to persuade Freddie to go. We both knew that he wanted to deep down, he was just being a stubborn little shit. Of course he wanted to go.

Besides, who wouldn't want to get scrubbed up in a tux and have dinner at The Ritz?! He looked handsome.

I wish I would have had enough money to take Deaky to The Ritz for our first date but he didn't seem to mind, I took him to a nice restaurant and the rest is history.

"Do you think he'll be awake yet?!" I bounced around the room wanting Freddie to wake up so I could quiz him.

"Calm down, Roger! You're so bloody nosy." Deaky giggled at me as he changed out of his pyjamas.

"I know. But I need to know! And don't tell me you don't want to find out." I smirked at him.

"Of course I do. I'm just not as obsessive as you." He winked at me.
"Come on. Let the guy recover for a while. Let's have some breakfast first and then we can gently awaken him with a nice cup of tea and a long list of questions." John giggled as he dragged me out of the room and downstairs. Brian must also still be asleep.

"What do you want?" Deaks asked.

"Answers. I want answers." I was jittery.

"I meant for breakfast you idiot."

"Oh. Umm, toast. Yeah, toast, I'll have toast." I stammered.

"Do you want toast?" John mocked with a laugh.

I nodded quickly and sat at the breakfast bar, impatiently drumming my fingers on the surface.

John slid a steaming cup of tea over to me, "Y'know, anyone would think you wanted a part of whatever happened last night between those two."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"You seem a lot more interested in those two than you are with us two." He shrugged.

"Hey. That's not fair! You know that's not true." I argued.

"I was just joking." He shrugged again with his back towards me as he buttered some toast. Although, there was a slight tinge of bitterness in his voice.

I decided to ignore it. He was being silly.

He slid over a plate of toast and I began to lazily nibble at it, my ears too busy trying to listen if I could hear any movement upstairs rather than listen to what John had to say.

"Oi, cloth ears. Are you listening to me?" He asked.

I snapped my head towards him, "S-Sorry..."

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Why are you so interested in those two?"

"Well, because they're our best friends. Why wouldn't I want to know if their first date went well? Besides, Freddie dedicated so much of his time trying to get us two together, I feel like we should do the same."