You'd managed to get off work a few hours earlier than your usual late night this week. On your way home you had to stop by the store to pick up a few groceries, things were normally limited around the house but with these boys it was hard to even find enough tea leaves to brew a glass or so. You picked up dinner and a few snacks and in the shop window you saw some lovely yellow roses and decided they'd be a wonderful surprise for Freddie as he loved yellow roses.

You walked down the street with your groceries and roses in hand. It really was a lovely evening, cold but somehow it felt more comfortable. It wasn't long before your flat came into view and you walked up towards the front door. You heard Freddie laughing quite loudly from the inside, the boys must be home, you thought.

You opened up the front door and there sat Freddie in the middle of the room...all by himself, laughing up a storm.

"Heya Freddie," you laughed, "Whatcha you laughing about?"

He smiled not showing his lips, wide eyed, and with a grin that made him look like he was about to burst into laughter. He sat there like that for a moment.

"pfft...pfft," he tried not to let the laugh out, "CATS!", he shouted and burst into a full belly laugh.

You yourself tired not to laugh, "Cats?!" you asked.

He continued laughing.

"They're so..." he giggled silently, his mouth opened to show all of his teeth, "little!" he said in a quieter voice before bursting into maniacal laughter and falling over backwards.

"Freddie, what's gotten into you?" you asked him, he obviously seemed to be on something of some sort or another.

You walked into the kitchen to see brownie crumbs all across the counter and an empty cup of tea that smelled very distinctly of pot. Oh Freddie.

You went back over to Freddie.

"Hey Freddie, did you make yourself that cup of tea over there?" you asked him, trying to hold his attention as long as you could, but he mainly seemed to be staring past you.

He paused a minute, "Tea? I FUCKING LOVE TEA! Have you got any?"

Oh boy, this would be a roller coster.

Freddie pushed you aside slightly not using much force as he pulled himself up. He rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the glass on the counter before you and before you could grab it from him he downed it.

"UGH," he retched and then tried to take another sip before pausing again to stare beyond you. His eyes narrowed, "Cabinets hold a lot of stuff".

Man was he high, "Freddie" you called to no avail.

"Cabinet. Cabanet. Cabaannet. Caaaaabenae. Cabanae," he kept changing the pronunciation, "Cabanaye. Aye. Aye. Taye. Tayze. Daze. Haze. HAZE!"

"Freddie!" you shouted at him, but with little luck at getting his attention.

"Purple Haze! All in my brain!" he sung as he exited the kitchen and strolled around the room, "Lately things," he then paused for dramatic effect as he climbed on to the couch, beginning to use it as a stage as he swung his arms up as if to instruct the crowd below him to join in, "They don't seem the same!"

"Freddie!" you again tried to get him to listen to you.

"I thought you wanted a show dear?" he momentarily stopped his singing to respond and then continued, stepping off the couch, "Actin' funny, but I don't know why! Excuse me while I KISS THIS GUY! AH!" he came over to you, "Oh Hendrix!"

You decided to step into his world, "Isn't it 'kiss the sky'?"

"It's what I want it to be: KISS THIS GUY!...he's such a genius," Freddie answered now humming the tune.

He waltzed, and you actually mean waltzed, his way back into the kitchen and dug into the grocery bags. He wasn't going to find much, all you'd mostly bought was random assorted items, a bottle of HP sauce, a couple things of Maltesers and Jelly Babies for the boys, some Cadbury chocolate for yourself, two big things of walkers crisps, a box of Ritz crackers, some earl grey tea, assorted fruit, and a few other small items.

But sure enough you were wrong. He grabbed the HP sauce, Ritz crackers, and the Maltesers. He then went over to the cabinet and grabbed a plate on to which he dumped a pile of Ritz crackers.

"Freddie what are you—?" you began, half laughing to yourself, you'd pretty much had to accept this situation now and wait it out.

"Shhh..." he said concentrating as he began to crush the Maltsers between his palms and let them fall atop the Ritz, "I'm inventing".

"Oh are you now?" you said sarcastically as he opened up the HP sauce and dumped it on top of the concoction, "Are you really going to eat that?" you laughed as he turned to you.

"Y/n," he said with hand on his hip, giving you the most of course I'm going to eat this I have never been more sure about anything in my life, why would you doubt me look with a half asleep look in his glassy eyes. He sat there like that a moment and then after awhile pointed his finger at you and gave the look of a silent fake laugh and walked back over to the grocery bag.

He dug another moment through the bag, far too long for a bag with almost nothing in it. Then he pulled out your Cadbury chocolate and tried to hide it from you, probably knowing it was yours.

"Hey! That's mine!" you shouted like a 5 year old, in your defense you were dealing with a 5 year old.

Freddie turned around and dumbfoundedly scoffed, "Yours!?" he shouted, "I just found it!"

"Freddie!" you ran over and tried to grab it but he pulled away and turned his back to you, clutching it between his arms and tucking into a ball, "Hey!" you tried to grab it from him and ended up just tickling him.

"Y/n! Stop!" he giggled, the turning and running in his ducked position as you followed tickling him from behind, "Y/N!"

You both fell over and he had the advantage, he held the chocolate bar in his hand and placed his hand on the wrapper.

"Freddie," you started, "Don't you dare".

"Dare what?" he answered, smiling as he pulled at the wrapper.

"Freddie!" yes this was childish, but that's the fun...plus it was your chocolate and Freddie from the past had known your love of chocolate. Long ago when you were in the early days where questions like what's your favorite chocolate bar? were asked, he'd learned of your love for Cadbury chocolate and once even went and searched all of Feltham for a Cadbury bar for you when you'd had a bad day, "Come on," he pulled the wrapper off and moved it closer to his mouth, "Freddie!"

You scrambled to get on top of him, but it was already too late, the chocolate bar had entered his mouth and you tried to snatch up the rest playfully but he'd moved it away.

"FUCK!" he shouted, wide eyed, "That's the best thing I've ever fucking tasted!"

"I know!" you exclaimed.

"No, you don't understand! It's like...if my mouth...like...it's like my mouth is," he took another bite.

"Hey!" you shouted, now you realized it was time to give up the childish battle. He just chewed on it a moment and let the taste sink in.

"...it's like my mouth is cumming," he said with chocolate in his mouth. You were gonna get frustrated, but you just ended up laughing so hard you cried, "What? No really! You gotta try this!"

He finally gave you a bite of it, "Yep," you nodded, still laughing and wiping the tears out of your eyes as you calmed down, "That is pretty good" things calmed down a moment, "You do know you're high right?"

"What?" Freddie obviously had no clue.

"Freddie," you attempted to stave off the continued laughing, "Those weren't tea leaves or normal brownies" he furrowed his brows, damn did he look cute like that. You laughed a little, "I'd just stay away from baked goods while we're here".

Freddie paused a moment, "So wait...I'm high?"

You laughed, "Yes".

"Wait..." he got up and walked towards the hall way and leaned up against the doorframe, "I wanna try something," it was obvious what he wanted.

"Do you now," you mused walking over and taking him by the arm and walking him back to the bedroom.

Tonight had sure been an adventure, you think Freddie enjoyed himself at least a bit even if he didn't quite know why.