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Roger's P.O.V--
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Honestly, if I could stay sitting here on a chair in the living room watching television all day I would. There's no point in anything. I didn't want to talk to any of my friends, especially not Brian, Freddie would just pity me, and I would have to explain the whole thing to John all over again just like with Freddie and I don't want that to happen.

As I can recall yesterday, I left without finding out what had happened between Luke and Freddie. All that I remember was exposing Luke in front of Freddie. I couldn't exactly guess what would've happened.

It was true, I did like Brian. A lot. Now, I don't know what to think. If I made one wrong mistake if we get into a relationship, would he just leave me heartbroken? It was as if this was a little test for him. Of course, he probably doesn't like me back, but it works the same way with our friendship in general. When would he be a real friend to me?

The television was almost turned down all the way, as I didn't really care about anything it said. Besides, I was only sitting in a foldable chair about five feet away from the screen. I could still kind of hear it. I was simply just watching the images, Bordley, thinking about Brain, Luke, Freddie, And hell.. even John.

It was almost too stressful.

All of a sudden, I heard the telephone ring in my ears. I turn my head to the side, to sideglance at the phone on the coffee table ringing its ass off. Who knew who it could be? Any person of who I was thinking of was probably calling, and why would I want to talk to any of those people at the moment where I'm still trying to heal and build myself again.

I simply let the phone ring, until it stopped. I sighed in relief.

A few moments later, the phone rings again, only this time it was more tempting to pick up. I groan in annoyance, but still, I let it ring. It finally had stopped.

I swear... If that thing rings one more time.

Not to my surprise, it rung a final time.

I stood up and marched over to the phone and lifted it off the latch.

"What?!" I said, angrily with the phone to my ear. At that point, I didn't care who would respond back. I just wanted time to myself, is that so much to ask?

"Roger. It's me." A low voice spoke, who I recognized easily to be Brian's. Of course, it had to be him, that's just perfect.

"What do you want? I don't want to talk to anyone!"

"Rog, I'm coming over."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

I didn't say anything, because I knew he wasn't going to listen to me.

"Hear me out, I need to talk to you. A perfectly normal conversation."

"Thought you already had one with me. When I told you I 'lied'" my eyebrows had furrowed.

The other line went quiet from my remark for a moment but then I heard him clear his throat.

"I want to talk to you normally, Rog. I miss you. You know that. And I know you miss me too so don't even pretend."

"I don--"

"Don't lie."
His command tightly made me wrap my hand into the phone cord nervously.
He was right, I did miss him. I missed him being someone who would actually be there for me. Unless I'm being over-reactive and that this whole thing wasn't a big deal. Is our relationship even considered a big deal?