- Anger warning -

If you get angry at gits like Paul ' Pretender '...then be warned that he is a super perv in this chapter.

The cold air made his throat tickle, and he coughed reluctantly, rolling over and opening his baggy, lazy blue eyes. Another day - he thought. Another day in the weak, rusty farmhouse, which by now, nobody in the band or any of the managers liked.

He hung his arm over the side of the bed, reaching for his stubby cabinet to lean on, to help lift himself. Roger shrieked a little when the blustery wind hit his shirtless body and the misty air tickled him horrifically, causing another boy before him to gasp quietly.

" God, Rog! " Brian exclaimed with caution. " You Nearly Gave Me A Heart Attack! "

" Sorry. " Roger mumbled, his teeth chattering. He pulled on a rainbow sweater, which itched a little, but was pretty, and approached Brian glaring with excitement out of his bedroom window. The time was 6:30 AM and it already felt like 12:00 PM. 

" It's Snow. " Brian announced, full of awe. His eyes travelled around Roger's cute, gay sweater before they were into his eyes, and he greeted the blonde with a warming smile amongst the thick snow, luckily covered from touch by a window. 

" Snow!? " Roger complained, ruining the beauty of the moment. " B - But I..I Thought It'd Be Warm..?! " 

" Nuh - Uh. " smiled the tall boy, in his head thinking about whether to hug him, make him blush or just stay standing there next to him. " You've Gotta Survive Winter Now, Summer Butt. " Brian grinned, making Roger chuckle, covering his pink face. " What Were The Lovebirds Up To Last Night, Anyway? I Could Hear 'em Singing. " 

" They Did A Demo Track For ' You're My Best Friend. "

" WH - WHAT THE FUCK..? " 

~ 2 minutes later  ~

" YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND..What Kind Of Fuckery  Is That?! We're A Rock Act, Not A Tiny Tim Tribute Band!.. " Roger Bit At John, making Freddie angry as Deaky Bit his lip in sorrow.

" Happy At Home? What The Fuck..? I'm Not Playing That, John. What D'ya Think, Bri..!? "

" I Think It's Quite Nice. " Brian mumbled, moving to stand beside John & Freddie. It was 3 on 1. " Roger, You Wrote A Song About Fucking A Car - Weird Much? Yes. John Wrote About Being In Love With Freddie..Weird Much? No. So Stop And Let Us All Play. "

" Fine. I'll Go With You Then..This Better Not Sound Shitty, Or I'm Running Away. "

Brian and the boys shrugged carelessly and headed towards the studio, where Paul ( fucking ) Prenter, their co - manager sat, oddly eyeing the blonde, as Roger noticed. The blonde gave Paul a death - stare before heading with drumsticks in hand to his spot.

- JUST GONNA SAY, IN THIS STORY PAUL KINDA LIKES ROGER OKAY OKAY XD -

Freddie hung around John as he played his pretty bass, singing every note orgasmically and heavenly. It annoyed Roger and Brian looked plain as paper playing a song from a friend to a friend.

As the tape spun around, Freddie, John And slightly Brian looked delighted. Roger sipped some wine from the sofa behind the buttoned table where everybody was, and minded his own business. He decided to get up and leave the room out of boredom. 

For some reason, Paul followed.

As Roger sat in his bedroom looking at photos of him as a child with his family and friends, such as Brian, he felt a hand on his shoulder make him jump, and smokey, uncomfortable breath on his neck. 

" So You Are The Single Gay One, Hm? " Paul smirked, and Roger shook his head.

  " Actually, Brian Is Single And Gay, Too, Prenter. " And Paul huffed grumpily. " And You Like Other Men's Teeth On Your Neck, Huh? " he whispered, getting closer and closer to Roger every moment. The blonde felt himself tense and moisten.

" You Like...Hickeys, Huh? " Paul growled, sounding perverted. 

His teeth were about to sink into Rogers fucking neck! He felt himself whimper and shake - was he dreaming, was Paul Prenter going to rape him or something?! 

And as his mouth was about to bite him, he screamed out, not girly, but frightened, and cried for help, running into his bathroom and breathing away tears - it was petrifying. Instantly Brian and the others were up, looking for where the sound had come from, Brian calling his crushes name, his heart pounding in fear. Prenter made a little scene, knocking on Rogers door.

" Jeez, Roger..I Was Only Saying That The Boys Needed You Downstairs..Didn't Mean To Startle You.. " he lied slickly as the band entered Rogers room, and Roger appeared, shell shocked, out of his bathroom. 

His skin was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. Without warning, Brian ran over to cuddle his quivering body, and Roger hugged toughly back, tears in his eyes. His nails dug into Brian's back, but he didn't care. " What's Wrong? What Happened? "

He saw Paul Prenter look him dead in the eyes and narrow them. He knew he couldn't say what happened. " N - Nothing..I - I Had A Nightmare, That's All. "

" Oh, Roger, It's Alright. Your Safe Here. Let's Get Downstairs So We Can Finish This Bloody Song, Eh? "

" Okay.. "

The band walked off, but Paul pulled Roger back a little, stopping him and making him whine quietly. " Next Time You Won't Scream - You'll Stay Fucking Silent, Blondie. "