( couldn't choose between pic or song. XD. I could imagine Brian at this stage singing this to Roger, and in this chapter he originally was, but then I realised that it's 1975 here oof )

https://youtu.be/A-OxRox4Wvk

The brunette after a long day of strumming, kazooing and attempting falsettos, sat calmly on the roof of the house, glaring excitedly up at the vibrant little stars shot in the sky - this was his happy place - it was calm, peaceful and mild. It reminded him of home.

He got out his acoustic guitar and started to strum and sing quietly some of his favorite ballads. His lips curved gently as he watched birds and little animals strut around the field around him.

" Is That You Playing Up There? " huskily squeaked a familiar voice from the porch leading to the roof, and Brian replied with a ' Yep. '. He stopped strumming on the instrument to gaze down at Roger.

The blonde approached him with a grin more soothing than the night sky and climbed up to sit fondly beside him, looking up at the stars with him, even if Roger wasn't as smart ( star - wise ). It was relaxing to sit with his crush beneath a milky twilight.

" Can You Continue Playing? " he asked of Brian, blinking in awe. " I Like That Song, And Your Voice Is Pretty - You Sound Nice Singing That. ". Brian gently blushed and sat a little closer to his friend on the tiles. " Sure Thing. "

Brian continued to solemnly sing, gently as a lullaby in his softest tone, and when he had finished the song, Roger was already struggling to keep his eyes open, but he did not reveal that to the guitarist - he wanted to stay up and talk to his friend.

" I Can't Believe You Wrote A Song About Loving A Car, Roger. " Brian chuckled, and Roger paused slightly, remembering how he had really wanted to write one about Bri, but not being brave enough to even put his pen to a sheet to the paper. He saddened a little. " You Did Say It Was A Joke, Though, So.. "

" Yeah. " they sighed in sync and giggled a little under their breath awkwardly.

" Do You Sit Here A lot..? " 

" I Do At Home. " Brian replied gently, looking with loving doe eyes into Roger's. 

" It's Nerdy And All, But It's Calming - Especially Now That You're Up Here With Me. It's Nice To Know You Enjoy My Company, Roger. " he smiled, making Roger redden - but he couldn't help but smirk back. " Of Course I Do, Bri! " he exclaimed silently. " You're My Best Friend. "

In his head, Brian frowned. ' Best friend...? B - But I love you..! ' he pouted in his mind. 

" You Too, Rog. " He weakly smiled, sad thoughts rushing around his head as his crush controlled his emotions with baby blue orbs, golden locks of beauty, and a smile that could ruin careers. Roger leant into Brian to kiss his lips gently, but not in a romantic way; even if he wanted that. He pecked him softly on the lips so Brian could smile as well as himself, and it did the trick. 

" Promise We'll Be Best Friends Forever And Ever. " softly grinned Brian, making Roger sadden his eyebrows. " Why Would You Ask Of That? " he questioned, a little concerned for his crush as he sat unconfidently at the roof.

" Because I've Been Deceived And Betrayed. Don't Get Me Wrong - I Know You Wouldn't Do Such A Thing, But I Love You Too Much - Like A Best Friend - To Have You Go. "

The words made Rogers hands tremble, so he put them on Brian's to warm them up a little. " You're Cold. " Brian stammered protectively. " Are You Tired? You Worked Hard Today - You Deserve A Bit Of Rest. "

" I Guess. " Roger said with a huff of pleasure as he was lifted down from the roof by his buddy, and walked through the door. He let onto his bed, his heart throbbing with every inhale. Brians soft world swirled around like interested bees in his head. He dropped off quickly to the undying sound of Brians affection.

Downstairs, Freddie and John were composing a demo of a song together.

" My Feelings Are True - I Really Lo - ove You, You're My Best Friend. " Freddie triumphantly sang to his boyfriend, and Brian listened from the floor above whilst gazing over the rested body of his crush. 

He knelt beside the bed where his face was and tucked some hair behind his ear, before kissing the corner of his lips, just on his cheek. Roger smiled in his dreams, probably far away in a world having wonderful visions, better than a stinking farmhouse.

He wished he could get the puck to tell Roger that his feelings were true.