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The queasy drummer crawled sickingly out of bed, grumbling cusses and spluttering - he felt awfully sick - What was in that cider? 

He bowed his head over the toilet, starting to vomit and choke. John & Freddie stomped quickly inside with him, staring wide - eyed at the sickly blonde. " Really Throwing Your Guts Up, Rog! " Freddie farcically sighed, Deaky quietly humming in agreement.

" You Look Awfully Pale Roger. You Got In Bed With Brian Last Night..Yes? "

Blushing, Roger wiped his mouth with a tea - towel, and scooped himself to his feet, breathing harshly. " God - I Feel Like Shit. My Stomach Feels Like A Monkey's Ass! What The Fuck Was In That Cider Brian Gave Me? "

In the distance Brian groaned a yawn, unknowing of his crush's condition. Freddie and John eyed eachother in shock and slight anger with the guitarist. " Was That My Cider? " John asked, a hint of worry in his tone. He stared around him for the empty bottle. " Yeah. I Had Yours, And Brian Had His Own...He Said It Was Okay To Drink - Was He Tryin' To Fucking Poison Me?? "

" Roger, My Homesickness Pills Were In That! "

" Why The Hell Would You Put PILLS In Cider? "

" Helps Me Get 'Em Down. "

" Helps Me Fucking Vomit 'Em Down! "

Brian casually strolled in, only to be brutally shocked by his Crush hanging his drowsy head over the bowl. Freddie and John eyed him like grumpy felines, eyes slick and annoyed. Roger stomped at the tall man's foot, making him whinney in confusion. The sickly blonde crawled himself up on his shook feet. " Roger, Are You Alright? Are You Vomiting? " Brian asked, clueless of the experience his band mates were ' lucky' enough to witness.

" Yes, I Fucking Am, Brian - You Know Why. " he spluttered in a temper, his pretty eyes shifting to the mirror as he stretched one eyelid with his finger and thumb, blinking angrily. Roger was comforted lightly by the taller man escorting him out of the bathroom. John And Freddie left, a slight grin on the vocalist's face. " What's Made You Sick? " Brian asked as if he were some sort of interviewer. The drummer boy swatted back so he could face Brian in rage, and scald his stupidity.

" Brian, Tell Me Again - Who's Cider Was That? The One You Let Me Drink!? "

" ...Deaky's? "

The blonde bit his lip and gagged, having to press on his knees to stay upright. Brian watched in slowly forming annoyance. 

" And Deaky Keeps His Homesickness Tablets In There? THE ONES I AM ALLERGIC TO?! "

The tall man gasped in guilt; he was the reason Roger had vomited - it had finally come to him. He begged and begged for forgiveness, but Roger ignored and stomped downstairs, clutching his painfully rumbling stomach.

" Hungry, Anyone? I Could Make Breakfast. " John offered with a cheeky smile to his boyfriend, Freddie. 2 members accepted, and Roger, lying bloated on the coach, groaned a ' Nah. '. Brian sat down with the agitated blonde, placing a sick bucket at the side of the sofa, he leant in to kiss Roger's cheek, but he pushed the curly - haired man away. Brian bleated quietly, and sat back, looking out at the chickens cawing and tapping about. " Don't Touch Anywhere Near My Face With Your Mouth Or Fingers..I Don't Want You Catching Anything. " Roger croaked with a slight gag, in which Brian gently smoothed his back for nice comfort. He knew his crush was still grumpy, so he sat up to get off the sofa, but Roger tugged at his velvety shirt, demanding he stayed.

" I'm Uncomfortable, Brian. Can I Rest My Head On Your Lap..Please? " he purred with a gentle, weak smile. 

" Somewhere To Rest Your Head? Me? " Brian chuckled, lightly stroking Rogers warmed hair Roger hummed a ' Yes. '.

Brian sighed unfortunately, eyeing the other members and pointing at Roger's tired head. They nodded and accepted the fate ; maybe they couldn't record today - not with Roger sickly, Brian as a fluffy, curly - haired pillow - not at all. They left the pair at that, quietly smiling as they walked off upstairs to watch the great farm from their window. 

" It's Official.. " John whispered, his wrinkled smile frail but attractive. Freddie nodded eagerly, snorting slightly.

" They're In Love! "

" They Would Call It Skinny Love, Freddie ; It Means They Love Each Other..But Cant Say - Yet They Cuddle And Kiss And Act Like It - They'll Always Deny It, But They Both Have Feelings For One Another! "

" Exactly.. " Freddie gasped in awe, stirring his tea with gentle clinks, and making John sip some with a chuckle. They crawled over the stairs, Brian unknowing and Roger fast asleep, mumbling squeaks and breaths. They giggled as Brian cuddled the blonde close and kissed the top of his head, smiling and closing his eyes, dropping off eventually. They took a quick snap of the adorable moment, treasuring the photo secretly before hiding it in their bag.

- Sorry For A Short, UNINTERESTING Chapter!! I wanted cuteness and all, and a hint of Deacury as there will be more as we go. Luckily the rest for a while will be fluffier and sweeter. I can play house of the rising sun intro on guitar now :3. Aaaalrighty then. -