Summary:

 

This is a new series I am creating which I think is going to be great! It's going to be a parady of the hit TV Show, LOST. It also goes well because there is a Coldplay song called Lost ;). Some people crash on an island after their plane crashs!

 

 

 

LOST!

Part One

 

 

 

 

A seemingly tall man entered the jet and sat down. A woman was already sat down with a man who seemed to be a policeman. She was handcuffed.

 

"Hello, what's your name?" asked the tall man.

"My name is The Oracle" replied the woman.

"That's an interesting name. Mine is Chris it is nice to meet you" said Chris

"Thank you" replied the Oracle, staring into Chris' eyes.

"Don't talk to her!" said the policeman.

"Sorry officer, goodbye Oracle!" said Chris, smiling. He sat down in an aisle opposite.

 

Another man entered the plane. He seems agitated. The Oracle and Chris both look at him but he looks away and sits down in the seat in front of Chris. Yet another man walks in, he has long hair and a bit rugged. He gives a dirty look to Chris and ignores the others completely as he sits down on a seat with his suitcase on his lap.

 

A man in a wheelchair is wheeled up by a hostess. He is either in his 40's or 50's and has a scar on his face. He is brought to the front of the plane. He looks upset.

 

A rather fat man, a asian looking man and a korean man and woman enter the plane and all sit in the same aisle. A few more people enter as the pilot announces that the plane will be setting off in a few minutes.

 

The agitated man gets out of his seat as he heads for the toilet. One of the hostesses stops him.

 

"Excuse me sir, would you please sit down, we will be flying soon" said the hostess.

"No, I need to go to the toilet" replied the man.

"Would you please wait sir, what is your name?" asked the hostess

"It is Guy, now please let me go!" replied Guy

"Please sit down"

 

There are several conversations going on as the plane starts to take off. Many distressing sounds are heard as the engines fail. Some of the passengers are saying their prayers as the plane crashs.

 

This is great :D I found something interesting :

 

4 8 15 16 23 42 - numbers from "Lost"

42 - this is Coldplay's Song! :thinking::laugh3:

thank you so much lauren, marisa and darcy!!!

 

and yes marisa, amy is kind've based off my sister but not really. :P!!!

 

when she was pregnant with my nephew, nathan. :D

 

i really appreciate all your sweet comments. i can't work on part 4 right now but i'll start it tonight!!!

 

and yes lauren, i think we'd all love another part to 'lovers in japan'. :D!!! can't wait!

Is Coco imaginary or something?

 

Coco* is Jonnys imaginary friend...

 

*Coco is a 12 year girl/squirrel... Which means she is bassicly a human with fur and a squrel like face... I don't really know how to explain it...

Speed of Sound (part 2)

I can't wait for the next part to Lost or Lovers in Jspan...

Oh such a good thread! ;)

Speed of Sound (part 2)[/color][/i][/b]

 

I can't see it:cry:

I can't see it:cry:

 

Oh ok...

I fix it

Yes, you must fix it.

yes, she must!!! :uhoh:

 

 

 

my friend jim is making me watch the new james bond movie with him so, i can't work on sys now. :bigcry:

 

i'll do some when it's over, then try to finish it tomorrow. :D

 

 

 

Part 1 of Lovers in Japan

 

Rating: PG-13

 

 

 

 

 

 

I finished off my second iced tea, and put my glass back down on the table. I glanced at my cell phone again. 2:37. He was now almost 40 minutes late. The waiter came by and took away my glass. He asked if I wanted another drink, and I started to think that maybe something a little stronger than an iced tea would help to pass the time.

 

I ordered a beer, and then looked at my phone again. Maybe he had forgotten the name of the place that we were supposed to meet. The waiter had just placed my drink down, and I decided that there was no point in waiting. I picked it up and started to take huge gulps. Then over the rim of my glass, I saw him walk into the restaurant. He was tall, slim, and slightly tanned with brilliant blue eyes and an excitedly nervous jitter about him. Yeah, that was Chris Martin.

 

“Finally!” I thought to myself. I saw him scan each table quickly, when his eyes finally locked with mine and he walked over to the small table that I was seated at.

 

“So… I see you’ve started drinking without me!” he said through a broad smile, as he slid into the booth. His expression changed to one of fear before he said “Wait, you are from Rolling Stone… right? Here to interview me?”

 

“Oh yeah don’t worry, you’ve got the right person.” I reassured him. He sighed and went back to smiling.

 

“I’m Charlotte, nice to meet you.” I extended my hand across the table. “I’m Chris, nice to meet you too”

 

I always found it funny when I interviewed a celebrity and they introduced themselves as if I didn’t already know who they were.

 

“I’m so sorry that I’m late, I was with playing with my kids and completely lost track of time. I don’t get to see them a lot with the tour, so whenever I’m home all I do is spend time with them”

 

“It’s fine, really.. you’re not that late. I can’t even imagine how hard it must be to have to leave them.” I knew from my days and days of research that he didn’t like talking about his family, so I quickly changed the subject.

“So.. Are you ready for this? It’s going to be epic. 9 hours over 4 meetings. A huge feature.”

 

“Haha, I’m never ready for huge features. I don’t really like to talk about myself” He said.

 

“Don’t worry, it will be fun!!” I winked at him and picked up my beer again.

 

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90 minutes, and quite a few drinks later and we were still there.

 

“I like the way you’re doing uhh conducting this..,” He said, already slurring his words. “It doesn’t even feel like an interview. Just like a conversation.”

 

“Good,” I said “that means I’m doing my job.”

 

Chris finished off his whiskey and handed the empty glass to the waiter who in turn handed him the check.

 

“So when’s the next time we do this? Ya know, the next bit of the interview?” he asked while signing the check.

 

“Hmm, Well you’re going to Japan tomorrow. And I think you’ll be there for a week.. Right? So in 8 days.. I am meeting you and the rest of the band at your studio… the bakery.”

 

“8 days?” His eyes opened wide “No… that’s too long. Too far away from now.” He stopped talking for a minute and sat back, he seemed to be brainstorming something. Finally he jolted forward. “Hey I’ve got a good idea.. Have you ever been to Japan?” He asked excitedly.

 

“Umm yeah, I went once to interview David Bowie in some fancy hotel in Tokyo.. But I only got to stay for one night and didn’t really get to see much.. Why?” I asked curiously.

“How about you come with us! Come to Japan, and we can do the interview there with everyone. It will be fun!”

 

I had heard about this. Chris Martin coming up with these absurd ideas of “kidnapping” journalists and bringing them all around the world on tour with him. This could actually be fun. A week in Tokyo with the biggest band in the world? Sure why not!

 

“I’d love to,” I finally said “But I can’t just pick up and go.. I’d have to check with my editor first. I’ll need 8 days off from work and I need someone to cover a piece I was supposed to start writing this week. Hmm, let me make a call.”

 

I picked up my cell phone and dialed my boss’ number. She was always nice and reasonable and I knew that it probably wouldn’t be a problem. I explained it all to her and she cleared me for the 8 days off, and told me to have fun.

 

“Okay,” I said after snapping my phone closed “Let’s go to Japan!”

 

 

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My eyes open slowly and I’m staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I blink a few times before looking around at the rest of the room. It’s sleek and modern with gray walls, white lamps and the bed that I’m in is over flowing with cream colored blankets and pillows. Then suddenly I shoot straight up in bed, and the events of the previous evening race through my head. I peek under the sheets, and sure enough there is nothing under there but me. The nightstand table has an empty bottle of vodka on it, and two glasses.

 

I see my dress on the floor by the window, my bra is hanging off the edge of a chair. I sit up further and reach for his shirt. It’s at the end of the bed, and I grab it quickly and throw it on. I get up and walk over to the huge floor to ceiling windows and stare at the skyscrapers surrounding me. Tokyo is breathtaking at 5 in the morning. The hotel suite is small, barely even a suite at all. Just a bedroom with an attached bathroom.

I hear the shower turn on and I quickly turn around to face the bathroom. Just as I do, the door opens.

Chris is standing there, wearing nothing but a broad grin.

“I’m going to take a shower.. Would you like to join me?”

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72 hours earlier

 

I pack up the last of my bags and bring them down to the waiting car. Chris was nice enough to organize a car to come pick me up. The whole way there I can’t help but get lost in my thoughts.

 

Holy shit, I’m going to Tokyo with Coldplay!! I think to myself. I wonder what they’ll all be like. I wonder if Guy drinks as much as I’ve heard he does. Ohh I’ll get drunk with him, that will be fun!

 

I finally arrive at the airport and the car drives straight onto the runway and pulls up in front of the stairs to a small private jet. I get out and am greeted by a man who tells me that he‘s part of Coldplay‘s team. “Hi I’m Phil, nice to meet you. I understand you’ll be traveling with us for a while.”

 

“Umm, yes Hi… I’m Charlotte. Nice to meet you” I say nervously. This guy’s killer smile has me flustered. He assures me that my bags will be taken care of and leads me up the couple of stairs and onto the plane. He tells me to sit anywhere I like, and I chose a row in the middle of the plane. One by one the members of their massive entourage start to arrive. Assistants, tour managers, and then finally the band themselves.

 

First Will arrives. Phil introduces me. Will seems lovely, maybe a little tired but still very nice. He talks to me for a minute or two and then goes directly to the last row of the plane and busies himself with his laptop. Then Jonny arrives. He’s absolutely charming, so sweet and friendly. He takes a seat a few rows ahead of me. Guy shows up and immediately introduces himself. He asks if he can sit next to me, and of course I say yes.

 

Chris is the last to arrive but he sits down and talks on his phone for a while before saying anything to anyone. He finally comes over and says hello to me.

 

“So,” he says “Are you glad that you came?”

 

“Absolutely!!” I can’t help but smile. This is going to be unforgettable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2 of Lovers in Japan

 

 

 

 

 

I feel something nudging my elbow, and I slowly wake up. I lift up my sleeping mask and look to my left to find the source of the movement. There is no sign of Guy, instead I see Chris leaning over me, wide eyed and smiling. “Are we there already?” I ask sleepily.

 

“Nope not for another 6 hours. I was just coming to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me.” he patiently waits for my response.

 

“Um sure, what are you watching?” I ask.

 

“Well that’s the problem, I only brought one. Back to the Future, and I’ve already watched it two and half times. Did you bring any movies with you?” he asks, eyeing my carry-on bag.

 

“Yeah I brought a whole bunch.” I lift my bag from between my feet and balance it on my knees.

“Hmm lets see, I brought ‘The Shining’, ‘Closer’, ‘The Departed’ … ‘Match Point’.”

 

“Oh a Woody Allen Movie!” he almost screams it. “Yes, lets watch Match Point.”

 

I take out my laptop and we decide to use headphones out of consideration for the people sleeping in the rows around us.

 

Half way through the movie, I start to nod off again and my head keeps drifting further and further to the left until finally I’m resting on Chris’ shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind and I find it comforting to feel his strong arm underneath me. Slowly I fall back to sleep.

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“Hmm okay go get me a little Jack Daniels one!” I tell Guy. This new game that we have invented is fun. It doesn’t really have a name but it basically involves going to the back of the plane and stealing the tiny bottles of alcohol that are back there. He obeys and brings it back to me with a sneaky expression on his face. We share it and then it’s my turn to do the stealing. “Hmm,” Guy says thinking hard “Bring me a tiny bottle of Jameson!!”

 

I tiptoe to the back of the plane and rummage through the flight attendants cart. The great thing about traveling with a big band like this is that they rent out their own private planes, so they come with all of the good stuff like alcohol but you don’t get any of the annoying stuff like flight attendants.

Soon both Guy and I are pretty tipsy, but it’s just as well because Franksy their tour manager announces that we will be landing in 20 minutes.

 

After the plane lands, Guy and I grab our carry on bags and stumble to the front of the plane. 4 black vans are waiting on the runway and we climb into the vans and soon we are traveling through the busy streets of Tokyo. After 10 minutes we arrive at our hotel. The hotel is gorgeous, modern and clean and I’m so grateful that Chris has organized for me to come along. I get up to my room, throw my luggage in the corner and climb into the huge inviting bed. It’s 9 am and the band are performing in 12 hours. I decided to catch up on some sleep and I’m sure that Coldplay & Co. are all doing the same thing.

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It’s 8:00 pm and I’ve just finished talking to Jonny backstage at the arena that they are about to perform at. Jonny leaves me in the “Coldplay Family & Friends Room” and goes back to the dressing room to get ready for the show. I turn off my recorder and take my notebook out of my bag. Jonny just gave me some great stuff and I decide to jot down a couple of notes. As I’m writing, Chris walks in. He sees that I’m working and quickly says “Oh sorry, am I bothering you?”

 

“No, not at all,” I say while closing my notebook “What’s up?”

 

“Nothing much, was just looking over tonight’s setlist.” He takes a seat on the couch next to me.

“Oh cool!” I nod “Anything special planned for tonight?”

 

“Nope” he shakes his head “Just the regular setlist. “Why, what were you expecting?”

 

“Hmm I don’t know. Shiver is my favorite song.. Do you guys ever play that?” I ask hopefully.

 

“No, we don’t…But-”

Half way through his sentence he is interrupted by a knock at the door. Phil appears in the doorway.

 

“Showtime Chris, let’s go.” He waves him out.

 

“I’ll see you after the show Charlotte” Chris says as he walks out.

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It’s 9:30, the show is about 15 minutes in, and they are playing their big hit from this album “Viva La Vida.” It’s honestly electric. I watch each of the band members and it looks so natural to all of them. To just be on stage and perform, it’s where they belong. The rest of the show is amazing, although the Japanese audience is a bit quiet, it doesn’t seem to phase the guys one bit. It’s nearing the end and they have just finished their encore. I gather my stuff and get ready to go back stage, when suddenly I stop. Chris has motioned Guy and Jonny to follow him over to Will, and they are all huddled around the drums. Then Chris walks back to the front of the stage and speaks. “Alright, we haven’t played this one in a while but we’re going to give it a go… Sorry if it’s shit.”

 

The band starts up the song and I realize that it’s Shiver! My jaw drops and I’m rooted to my spot. The song ends too quickly and I’m left there smiling like an idiot.

 

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I slide the tape recorder closer to Will so that it can pick up everything that he’s saying.

“So you don’t think too much about the future of the band then?” I ask him.

 

“No, you can’t really do that. If you think too much about it then you get caught up in worrying about it all, and planning everything out. Like ‘Oh we have to have an album out by this date, and we have to be touring by this date.’ Getting our own studio this time round really gave us a lot of freedom. Of course we’d like to be able to do this for as long as possible, but right now we’re just enjoying it all day by day.”

He finishes answering and starts rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted.

 

“I’m sorry, am I keeping you up? You look tired.” I ask him.

 

“What’s the time?” He asks.

 

I take out my cell phone. “Holy shit, it’s 2:50.”

 

“Yeah,” he says “I should probably get to bed.” He puts his beer down and stands up from the bar.

 

“Okay, thanks Will. Good night”

 

“No problem, yeah I’ll see you tomorrow Charlotte.” He walks over to the elevators, and I look around the hotel bar. It’s deserted and I decide that I should probably head to my room as well. It’s been a very long day. I got up and start walking towards the elevator. I’m on my way out of the hotel bar when I look to my left and see an amazing balcony overlooking the city.

The bar is on the top floor of the hotel, and along with it there is an observation deck. I decide to go out quickly and take a look at the beautiful city. I step out through the large glass doors onto a long patio that stretches the length of the whole 25th floor. The warm air hits me and I breath it in. There are small lights everywhere and glass patio tables and chairs. Instead of taking a seat, I go over to the edge of the balcony and lean against the railing. I stand there for a few minutes just looking at the lights, and cars and amazingly tall buildings. Then suddenly I hear a voice behind me and I jump.

 

“Mind if I join you?”

 

I turn around. It’s Chris.

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Part 3 of Lovers in Japan

 

 

 

 

“Oh hey, god you scared me. No I don’t mind, come over.” I turn back around and face the beautiful city below us.

He walks over next to me, and leans against the railing just as I’m doing.

 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks, turning to face me.

 

“Yeah, breathtakingly beautiful.” I reply.

 

“Do you see that a few blocks over? Those trees? It’s a really great park. Very calming. I go there whenever we’re in Tokyo. It’s amazing how it’s just in the middle of all of those skyscrapers and buildings, but once you’re within it, you feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere.”

 

“Sounds amazing,” I say “ I’ll have to go before the end of the week.”

 

Chris nods and then is quiet for a few seconds before he suddenly speaks.

 

“Let’s go now.” His eyes light up with this brilliant plan.

 

“Now?!?!” I ask “But it’s 3:30 in the morning!”

 

“So what? I can never sleep and it seems like you’re having the same problem. Let’s go.” He says.

 

I think of how this is a wonderful opportunity to get some good stuff for my article so I accept his invitation.

“Hmm okay, but let me go to my room first and get a blank tape for my recorder.”

 

“No no, don’t. Just you. I don’t want any journalism shit tonight.” he says.

 

I look at him wide-eyed.

 

“Sorry,” he quickly apologizes. “ I just don’t feel like having to watch what I say. Just you, no recorder.. Please?”

 

“Of course, I understand. No recorder.” I nod my head. Poor guy. He’s probably so used to people trying to take advantage of him and just get a good story out of him. No journalist questions tonight, I think to myself.

 

We walk back through the sliding glass doors and towards the elevators. After we get down to the lobby, I start to wonder how we’re going to get to this park.

As if he can read my mind he says.. “Hmm lets take a taxi. Too far to walk I think.”

We leave the hotel and walk a block or two to one of the main streets. It takes a few minutes to get a cab, but when we do, Chris opens the door for me and I slide in. The ride is only 3 minutes, maybe less.

 

When we arrive, I get out and wait for Chris to pay the driver. When he’s finished, he comes towards me and puts his arm around my shoulder and we walk towards the park.

 

“Let’s go!” he whispers, as if we’re going on some grand adventure.

 

We start on the path through the park and I can see right away why he loves it. It’s filled with Birchwood, and cherry blossom trees. The gates that line the trail are covered in vines and roses. Every flower is pink and red and wonderfully alive. There are small lights lining the trail and we walk slowly and quietly. It’s so warm and peaceful and I want to remember it forever.

 

We reach the end of the path and the trees clear out slightly. I see a small pond with a waterfall trickling into it. We stop and decide to sit in the clearing. There are no benches around but Chris doesn’t seem to mind. He’s already sitting on the grass under the cherry blossom trees a couple of feet away from the pond. I walk over and sit down next to him.

 

We sit there for what seems like forever talking about everything. Music, writing, movies, time and ages. When I tell him I’m 23 he says that feels like he can’t even remember being that age. I don’t think I’ve ever poured out my soul to someone more than I did that night. We talk about culture, and traveling, and love and relationships. By the time we’re done talking it’s 5 am and my brain hurts.

 

“I’m getting kind of tired.” I say “ maybe we should go back.”

 

“Don’t you want to wait for the sunrise?” he asks.

 

“Ok sure, but I can’t keep my head up any longer.” I say, yawning.

 

“Here.” He takes off his hoodie and spreads it out on the grass behind us. “Lay down” he commands.

 

I lean back and rest my head on his warm sweatshirt.

 

“Move over a little” he says.

 

I slide my head over to make room for him and he lays down next to me on this makeshift pillow. We’re so close and I find it comforting that his leg is resting on mine and our arms are lightly touching. My hand is on the grass inches from his and suddenly he takes it. He’s holding my hand in his, then he lifts it to his face and kisses it. He smiles a goofy smile at me as if it’s just normal for him to show affection towards anyone. I don’t take it that way because I know that he seems a little flirty with everyone so I shrug it off and smile back at him.

 

But his smile slowly fades and he’s just looking at me. Directly into my eyes. Like he doesn’t see anything else. He props himself up on his shoulder and leans over me. His face comes closer to mine until his lips meet my cheek. I pull back for a second but only out of surprise.

His face is still close to mine, our noses are almost touching. He kisses me again. So gently that our lips barely touch. Probably just testing the waters, I think to myself. I decide to reassure him so I kiss him back.

 

He shifts his body slowly so that he’s on top of me. He kisses my lips and cheek and neck. His hands slowly creep underneath my shirt. I feel him trace the small of my back and his hands go up further as he starts to unhook my bra.

 

“Wait, wait….. Chris.” I’m already out of breath “We …. are in… a… fucking…. park.”

 

“I know. I know..” he says.

 

“Let’s go back to the hotel?” I suggest.

 

I sit up and grab my bag and his sweatshirt. I stand up and take his hand.

 

“Come on. Lets go.” I say.

 

“Alright, I just need a second.. Ya know before I can get up and walk.” He mumbles, glancing down at his rising bulge.

 

“Ahhh okay. Alright.” I nod and wait, trying to be serious but soon I’m giggling.

 

“Hey, come on!” He says.

 

“Sorry, sorry.” I say shaking my head. I wait another minute and then ask. “Are you ready yet??”

 

“Yup lets go.” He replies. He stands up from the grass and takes my hand and we walk down the path towards the parks exit.

 

It’s easier to get a cab now because it’s nearly 7 am and people are starting on their way to work. We get in and I lean against him. His arm is around me and my head is resting on his chest. I feel so comfortable that I close my eyes and almost fall asleep. But after what feels like only a minute, we’re back at the hotel and Chris helps me out of the cab.

We walk quickly through the lobby towards the elevator when suddenly a voice stops us.

 

“Chris?!?”

 

We both turn around.

 

It’s Phil.

 

“Hey, what are you doing?” Phil asks.

 

Chris and I walk over to him.

 

“Umm, Charlotte was just … interviewing me. We went for tea….. And…” Chris mumbles.

 

“Alright never mind.” Phil says. “Lets get going.”

 

“Where?” Chris asks.

 

“You have that radio interview. Remember?” Phil checks his watch impatiently.

 

“But it’s 7 in the morning.”

 

“It’s a morning show! Now come on, or we’ll be late.” Phil says, grabbing Chris’ arm and pulling him towards the door.

 

“Alright, alright. Let me just walk Charlotte to the lift first.” Chris says, pushing Phil away.

 

Chris turns back towards me and we walk slowly towards the elevators. They’re at the other end of the hotel lobby, and with Phil out of sight, Chris places his arm around me again. When we reach the elevators, Chris kisses me lightly on the lips.

 

“I’ll see you later okay?” He says, looking me in the eye.

 

“Yeah, see you later.” I watch as he turns and walks back to Phil.

 

I get in to the elevator and as it travels up to my floor, I realize that I’m still holding his sweatshirt. I put it on and smile. I can’t wait to be back with him.

 

 

 

 

 

Part 4 of Lovers in Japan

 

 

 

 

When I finally wake up it’s 3pm and I’ve had an amazing 8 hours of sleep. I wake up thinking of Chris and smiling. I realize that the band has a show tonight and that I’d better start getting ready. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I grab my bag and a few blank tapes and head to the hotel bar. Guy and Jonny are already there and I walk over to them.

 

“Good Morning!” I say as I sit down on a stool next to Guy.

 

“You mean good afternoon?” Guy smiles. “Did you just get up?”

 

“Yeah sort of.” I reply “I did a lot of um… writing last night.”

 

“Oh. Well have a beer with us. There’s no sound check today so we’re not leaving till 6:30.” Jonny says.

 

“Where’s Chris?” I ask nonchalantly.

 

“Still out doing interviews. He’ll be out for the rest of the day. He’s just going to meet us at the venue.” Guy says.

 

I nod my head and pick up the beer that Guy places in front of me. Will joins us after a while and we all sit around talking and drinking until Jonny gets a text from Phil saying that the van is waiting downstairs.

 

We take the elevators down to the lobby and pile into the van. When we get to the venue and are shown to the dressing room, my first thought is of finding Chris. When I see Phil, I know that means that Chris has already arrived. I ask Phil and he tells me that Chris is in the “Family and Friends Room.” I follow the arrows posted on the wall, and when I get there I open the door quietly and slip in.

 

“Hey Chris” I see him and I’m already smiling.

 

He’s sitting on the couch eating a fruit salad and he looks adorable, tired but still adorable.

 

“Hi” he says.

 

He puts down his bowl and stands up. I put my bag down and walk over to him. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. He tastes like strawberries. We sit down on the couch together and he picks up his fruit salad again. He feeds me a piece of melon and then takes a blueberry for himself.

 

“Aren’t you exhausted? You didn’t sleep all night.”

 

We’re sitting with our legs crossed facing each other and in between bites, he drops his fork to play with hair or touch my cheek.

 

“Yeah I’m a little tired.” he replies. “I think I’m going to take a nap now before the show. We don’t go on for another two hours.”

 

“Okay, do you want me to leave so you can rest?” I ask.

 

“No.” he smiles. “I want you to stay.”

 

He puts his empty bowl on the table, gets up and walks over to other side of the room. He locks the door and flips off the light switch. There are a few candles on the table giving the room just the right amount of light. I spread myself out on the couch so that I’m laying down, taking up almost all of it. Now he has no choice but to lay on top of me. My pervy plan works and he crawls onto the couch and rests his head on my chest.

 

“This is a nice pillow.” He says, and we both laugh.

 

I place my hand on the top of his head and run my fingers through his short blonde curls. He tilts his face up to look at me, and I kiss his forehead. He smiles and closes his eyes, and after a few minutes he’s asleep.

 

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I wake up to the sound of Chris’ voice.

 

“Charlotte, Charlotte wake up. It’s time to go.”

 

I open my eyes and Chris is on his knees next to the couch, leaning over me.

 

“Oh the shows starting?” I ask sleepily.

 

“No, the show’s over! I mean it’s time to go back to the hotel.” He says helping me up.

 

“The show’s over? Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask him.

 

“ I couldn’t. You looked so cute and peaceful.” He kisses my cheek.

 

“Mmm you smell good.” I say, breathing him in as he kisses me.

 

“I just got out of the shower. Now come on, the car is waiting.” He takes my hand and we walk through the winding halls of the venue until we reach the back exit. We get into the waiting car and start the 10 minute trip back to the hotel.

 

“Wow I slept for so long. I’m so awake now.” I say.

 

He takes my hand.

 

“Good.” he says “We can stay up all night.”

 

“Hey lets go swimming!” he suggests.

 

“I didn’t bring a swim suit.” I tell him. “Plus, I don’t think the hotel has a pool.”

 

“Yes they do. It’s on the roof. And don’t worry we can stop and buy you a suit. Or you can just go in nothing.” He winks at me.

 

He tells the driver to let us off a couple blocks early, and soon we’re walking through the busy main streets of Tokyo.

 

“I can’t understand anything.” I say.

 

“Just look for a sign in English.” he tells me.

 

We both keep walking and finally I spot something.

 

“Victoria’s Secret!! Look right there.” I point. “They have swim suits there, let’s go.”

 

We go in, and walk past the lingerie and pajamas to the back of the store where I see the suits.

 

Chris picks up a thong bikini bottom.

 

“This one!” he exclaims.

 

“No,” I tell him. “I don’t do thongs. Pick another one”

 

He looks at me with sad puppy dog eyes before putting it back.

 

“Here how about this one?” he holds up a small black bikini.

 

“Good enough, lets go.” I say.

 

He pays for it and we leave the store. We decide to walk because the hotel is only a few blocks away.

 

When we get there he tells me to go change and he’ll meet me on the roof. I go to my room, change, and wrap my towel around me before taking the elevator up to the roof.

 

When I get up to the pool he’s already there.

 

He’s sitting on the a lounge chair next to a small table.

 

“Here.” he says. “ I got us some drinks.” he hands me a glass.

 

“It’s so beautiful up here.” I take my towel off and place it on one of the lounge chairs before taking the glass he hands me.

 

“What is this?” I ask.

 

“Bacardi Razz. I don’t know, I just asked the bar tender for a bottle of something fruity.” He picks up his glass and gulps it back.

 

“You know, I’ve read so many different times that you don’t drink.” I tell him.

 

“Bull shit! I drink. I mean I’m no Guy Berryman, but I have a drink every now and then.” he smiles.

 

I dip my feet into the pool and am relieved to find out that it’s heated. I sit down on the pools edge and lower myself in.

 

“Wow, it’s so warm. Are you coming in?” I ask.

 

“Yeah.” He gets up.

 

“Oh wait bring my drink over, please.” I tell him.

 

He turns around to get it, and I can’t help but stare. Holy hell, that boy is fit.

 

He gets in, and hands me my glass. The rest of the night is a blur of swimming and splashing and kissing and Bacardi Rum. In a few hours, we’re nearly done with the bottle and I can barely swim correctly. When I get drunk, I get flirty, and I think Chris definitely liked that. But soon it’s past the point of flirty and I’m just getting foolishly hyper. We get out of the pool and Chris wraps me in the towel. We gather our cups and the last thing that I remember is taking the elevator back down to his room.

 

_________________________________________

 

The sunlight the next morning wakes me up. My head is pounding and my mouth is completely dry.

 

“How do you feel?” Chris asks. He hands me two aspirin and a glass of water.

 

I take them immediately and try to sit up. “Oh god, I feel horrible. What happened last night? Oh my god .... Did we have sex?” I whisper.

 

“No,” Chris laughs “We didn’t, unfortunately. You were way too drunk for that. You did put on quite a show though.”

 

“What happened??” I ask nervously.

 

“Well we got back to my room. You put on the radio and tried to sing ‘Toxic’ by Britney Spears.. Which you did horribly by the way. Then you insisted that we do a dramatic reading of the TV guide. Then you attempted to give me a lap dance….”

 

“Oh my god, how embarrassing!!” I say, putting my head in my hands.

 

“No, it was actually alright.” he says scratching his chin.

 

“I’m sorry that you had to baby-sit me, and we didn’t get to … ya know… do anything.” I say.

 

“It’s fine. We’ve got the rest of the week for that. How about for right now, we get some breakfast, and just enjoy my day off?” He asks.

 

“Sure, I’d love to. I’m starving.” I say.

 

“Maybe you’d better change first.” He suggests.

 

“Why, you don’t think this bikini is suitable for breakfast?” I ask jokingly.

 

He hands me his robe and walks me to the door.

 

“Go get changed and then come meet me back here.” he says as he opens the door.

 

“Okay I’ll see you in a little while.” I kiss him and walk out into the hall.

 

“Just don’t take too long. I’ll be lonely.” Chris calls after me.

 

He shuts the door, and I run down the hall like a mad woman to change.

 

 

 

 

Part 5 of Lovers in Japan

 

 

 

I get back to my room and start picking some clothes out of my suit case when I suddenly remember something. I run to my purse and take out my cell phone to check the date. It’s June 10th, which means that today is my birthday! I guess traveling, and losing a day, along with writing the article and doing…. um other things, had busied my mind and caused me to forget.

 

After I take a shower and get dressed I walk back down the hall to Chris’ room. I knock and almost immediately, he opens the door and lets me in. While he’s getting dressed, I sit down on the bed and occupy myself with the things he has on his nightstand table.

 

“Hey guess what?” I say calmly.

 

“What?” Chris asks.

 

“Today’s my birthday.” I don’t make eye contact with him. I hope he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, I hate birthdays. But when I hear the noise he makes, I can tell that he is definitely going to make a big deal.

 

“WHAT?!?” he shrieks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

“Because I’ve just remembered like two minutes ago.” I tell him.

 

“We’ve got to do something. Oh perfect! We have the day off today!! Let’s go out.” he says while pacing the room.

 

“Alright, calm down. I hate birthdays, so lets not do anything too crazy.” I say.

 

He looks bewildered. “How could you hate birthdays?” he asks.

 

“Ughhh I don’t know. I’m getting too old for them to be fun anymore.” I say

 

“Oh come on, you’re turning 24. That is no where near old.” He reassures me.

He walks over to the bed and takes my hand.

 

“Today is going to be fun. I promise.” He smiles.

_________________________________

 

We spend the rest of the morning at breakfast. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days and I go through an embarrassing amount of pancakes and bacon. Afterwards we go out shopping. He gets me chocolate covered strawberries, and we go back to his favorite park. We eat the strawberries as we walk along the familiar path. It’s looks so different than it did two nights ago. The sunlight is shining through the cherry blossom trees and the sound of the trickling waterfall is muffled by the noises of playing children.

 

He tries to buy me a birthday present but I insist that the chocolate covered strawberries were enough, and after a couple of minutes he gives in and we take a cab back to the hotel.

 

When we get back to the hotel, Chris walks me to my room.

 

“Okay” he says. “You go get dolled up, and I’m going to organize a birthday party of sorts in the hotel bar. It will probably be lame, just the guys and Phil and some roadies.. But hey I’ll be there.. And that’s all anyone needs right?” he winks at me and smiles

 

“Right.” I smile back. He kisses me goodbye and disappears down the hall to his room.

 

As soon as I get into the room, my phone rings. It’s my editor and she wants to know how the article is going. I tell her that the article is amazing so far, and she asks if I can email her my rough draft.

 

“By the way,” she asks at the end of the phone call “How’s Chris Martin? Is he nice?”

 

“He’s wonderful.” I tell her.

 

_____________________

 

I take out the only nice dress that I’ve packed with me. It’s a short black dress, with beading around the low cut neckline. I do my full on face of makeup with sexy smokey eye shadow, and I wear my favorite necklace. It’s a small gold butterfly on a short gold chain. I throw on my killer 5 inch heels and sit down on the bed to wait.

 

At 7 pm exactly, I hear a knock at the door and I can’t believe how nervous I am as I walk over. When I open it I find Chris standing there with a tiny cupcake in his hand. There’s a glowing candle in the middle and he holds it out in front of me.

“Happy Birthday.” he says quietly.

I stare at him for a second and smile, before leaning in to blow out the candle.

“Thank you.” I say. I take the little cupcake from his hand and place it on the desk in my hotel room. I turn back towards the door and we walk out together and down the hall towards the elevators. While we’re in the elevator, Chris examines me for the first time.

“Va va va voom.” he says cutely.

 

“Oh stop” I blush and hit him lightly with my purse.

 

“Your eyes are looking wonderfully green tonight.” he says gently.

 

“You know, when I was younger, I used to try and convince people that you had written that song for me.” I laugh.

 

“No way, really?” he asks.

 

“Yeah, I was such a nerd.” I tell him.

 

The elevator doors open to reveal a packed hotel bar. The rest of the band are there, just like Chris had promised along with Phil and some roadies, assistants, and other people I don’t really recognize.

 

When we walk over to the bar, Guy greets me, drink and cigarette already in hand.

 

“Happy Birthday!” he screams.

 

“Thanks Guy.” I say.

 

“Now lets get you a drink!!” he slurs.

 

I smile. Tonight is going to be fun.

 

__________________________________

 

A handful of birthday toasts and many drinks later, and the party is still going strong. I can easily say that I’ve had the best birthday ever. I’m sitting next to Chris and Guy at the bar, and I’m not even aware of what I’m drinking any more. All I know is that as soon as my glass is empty, Guy makes sure that it’s filled again. Chris is next to me drinking just as much, and the entire night, he has his hand gently resting on my thigh.

 

It’s only about 11:30 when Chris leans in and whispers in my ear. “Let’s go.”

 

I feel his hot breath on my cheek and it sends chills down my spine.

 

“Okay.” I mutter immediately. I stand up and grab my bag. Chris picks up a half empty bottle of vodka in front of him and two glasses, and takes my hand. He pulls me towards the elevator. We get inside the elevator and it travels up to his floor. We stumble out, giggling and fumbling with pockets and wallets until Chris gets his room key out and opens the door.

 

He walks in and quickly puts the bottle of vodka and two glasses down on the night stand table, and then turns to face me. I stay near the door, hesitant about what to do next.

 

He walks towards me, closer and closer until I’m backed up against a wall. Our lips meet and he pulls back for a second. Staring me directly in the eyes, he brushes his hand against my cheek. After sweeping a piece of hair out of my face, he leans in again to kiss me.

 

His hands are gently cupping my face, and soon he’s sliding them down onto my neck and shoulders. I place my hands on his shoulders and lift myself up against him. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and he has me pinned against the wall.

 

Amidst the now passionate kisses, and heavy breathing Chris carries me over to the bed. He lies me down and gently lays himself on top of me. Soon we’re working franticly at buckles and zippers and buttons, until finally the last piece of clothing slips away and there is nothing left between us.

 

He looks up at me and our eyes met. He leans in, bringing his face inches away from mine.

 

“Happy birthday.” he says breathlessly. He reaches over and switches off the lamp, and then the only thing to be heard is us moaning and gasping together in the dark.

 

____________________________________________________

 

My eyes open slowly and I’m staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I blink a few times before looking around at the rest of the room. It’s sleek and modern with gray walls, white lamps and the bed that I’m in is over flowing with cream colored blankets and pillows. Then suddenly I shoot straight up in bed, and the events of the previous evening race through my head. I peek under the sheets, and sure enough there is nothing under there but me. The nightstand table has an empty bottle of vodka on it, and two glasses.

I see my dress on the floor by the window, my bra is hanging off the edge of a chair. I sit up further and reach for his shirt. It’s at the end of the bed, and I grab it quickly and throw it on.

 

I get up and walk over to the huge floor to ceiling windows and stare at the skyscrapers surrounding me. Tokyo is breathtaking at 5 in the morning. The hotel suite is small, barely even a suite at all. Just a bedroom with an attached bathroom.

 

I hear the shower turn on and I quickly turn around to face the bathroom. Just as I do, the door opens.

Chris is standing there, wearing nothing but a broad grin.

 

“I’m going to take a shower.. Would you like to join me?”

 

_______________________

 

 

 

Okay so that last bit is obviously from the beginning, which means the story has played out the “72 hours” but there are definitely going to be at least two more parts. Also: If you feel like it’s kind of weird how Chris and Charlotte have so quickly developed this “relationship”, don’t worry. Everything will be explained in part 6.

YES!:dance:

 

by the way, i hope you enjoyed lost!:D

 

:D, And I Did......BEN AS A KID IS CREEPY! :P

 

This is great :D I found something interesting :

 

4 8 15 16 23 42 - numbers from "Lost"

42 - this is Coldplay's Song! :thinking::laugh3:

 

Yep :D, That's going to be implimented :D

My apologies for not updating anything the past few days, it seems I am sick with a cold once again and my immune system continues to sucketh (the last time I had a cold was for nearly a month and I caught it again within a week or so of recovering from the last one - and I re-caught it TWICE). This means I must rest and stay away from here but soon I hope I shall be healthy again. Fingers crossed!

 

Also, LiJ Part 5 = :cheesy:

 

EDIT: If you want clarification on how I got it, I went to my school. Which is where I got the last 3 colds. That place is a BREEDING GROUND for diseases. DO NOT WANT

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Re-copy and paste the text of the fic in there using the edit button. Then it shalle be fixed.

Part 5 of Lovers in Japan

 

 

 

I get back to my room and start picking some clothes out of my suit case when I suddenly remember something. I run to my purse and take out my cell phone to check the date. It’s June 10th, which means that today is my birthday! I guess traveling, and losing a day, along with writing the article and doing…. um other things, had busied my mind and caused me to forget.

 

After I take a shower and get dressed I walk back down the hall to Chris’ room. I knock and almost immediately, he opens the door and lets me in. While he’s getting dressed, I sit down on the bed and occupy myself with the things he has on his nightstand table.

 

“Hey guess what?” I say calmly.

 

“What?” Chris asks.

 

“Today’s my birthday.” I don’t make eye contact with him. I hope he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, I hate birthdays. But when I hear the noise he makes, I can tell that he is definitely going to make a big deal.

 

“WHAT?!?” he shrieks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

“Because I’ve just remembered like two minutes ago.” I tell him.

 

“We’ve got to do something. Oh perfect! We have the day off today!! Let’s go out.” he says while pacing the room.

 

“Alright, calm down. I hate birthdays, so lets not do anything too crazy.” I say.

 

He looks bewildered. “How could you hate birthdays?” he asks.

 

“Ughhh I don’t know. I’m getting too old for them to be fun anymore.” I say

 

“Oh come on, you’re turning 24. That is no where near old.” He reassures me.

He walks over to the bed and takes my hand.

 

“Today is going to be fun. I promise.” He smiles.

_________________________________

 

We spend the rest of the morning at breakfast. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days and I go through an embarrassing amount of pancakes and bacon. Afterwards we go out shopping. He gets me chocolate covered strawberries, and we go back to his favorite park. We eat the strawberries as we walk along the familiar path. It’s looks so different than it did two nights ago. The sunlight is shining through the cherry blossom trees and the sound of the trickling waterfall is muffled by the noises of playing children.

 

He tries to buy me a birthday present but I insist that the chocolate covered strawberries were enough, and after a couple of minutes he gives in and we take a cab back to the hotel.

 

When we get back to the hotel, Chris walks me to my room.

 

“Okay” he says. “You go get dolled up, and I’m going to organize a birthday party of sorts in the hotel bar. It will probably be lame, just the guys and Phil and some roadies.. But hey I’ll be there.. And that’s all anyone needs right?” he winks at me and smiles

 

“Right.” I smile back. He kisses me goodbye and disappears down the hall to his room.

 

As soon as I get into the room, my phone rings. It’s my editor and she wants to know how the article is going. I tell her that the article is amazing so far, and she asks if I can email her my rough draft.

 

“By the way,” she asks at the end of the phone call “How’s Chris Martin? Is he nice?”

 

“He’s wonderful.” I tell her.

 

_____________________

 

I take out the only nice dress that I’ve packed with me. It’s a short black dress, with beading around the low cut neckline. I do my full on face of makeup with sexy smokey eye shadow, and I wear my favorite necklace. It’s a small gold butterfly on a short gold chain. I throw on my killer 5 inch heels and sit down on the bed to wait.

 

At 7 pm exactly, I hear a knock at the door and I can’t believe how nervous I am as I walk over. When I open it I find Chris standing there with a tiny cupcake in his hand. There’s a glowing candle in the middle and he holds it out in front of me.

“Happy Birthday.” he says quietly.

I stare at him for a second and smile, before leaning in to blow out the candle.

“Thank you.” I say. I take the little cupcake from his hand and place it on the desk in my hotel room. I turn back towards the door and we walk out together and down the hall towards the elevators. While we’re in the elevator, Chris examines me for the first time.

“Va va va voom.” he says cutely.

 

“Oh stop” I blush and hit him lightly with my purse.

 

“Your eyes are looking wonderfully green tonight.” he says gently.

 

“You know, when I was younger, I used to try and convince people that you had written that song for me.” I laugh.

 

“No way, really?” he asks.

 

“Yeah, I was such a nerd.” I tell him.

 

The elevator doors open to reveal a packed hotel bar. The rest of the band are there, just like Chris had promised along with Phil and some roadies, assistants, and other people I don’t really recognize.

 

When we walk over to the bar, Guy greets me, drink and cigarette already in hand.

 

“Happy Birthday!” he screams.

 

“Thanks Guy.” I say.

 

“Now lets get you a drink!!” he slurs.

 

I smile. Tonight is going to be fun.

 

__________________________________

 

A handful of birthday toasts and many drinks later, and the party is still going strong. I can easily say that I’ve had the best birthday ever. I’m sitting next to Chris and Guy at the bar, and I’m not even aware of what I’m drinking any more. All I know is that as soon as my glass is empty, Guy makes sure that it’s filled again. Chris is next to me drinking just as much, and the entire night, he has his hand gently resting on my thigh.

 

It’s only about 11:30 when Chris leans in and whispers in my ear. “Let’s go.”

 

I feel his hot breath on my cheek and it sends chills down my spine.

 

“Okay.” I mutter immediately. I stand up and grab my bag. Chris picks up a half empty bottle of vodka in front of him and two glasses, and takes my hand. He pulls me towards the elevator. We get inside the elevator and it travels up to his floor. We stumble out, giggling and fumbling with pockets and wallets until Chris gets his room key out and opens the door.

 

He walks in and quickly puts the bottle of vodka and two glasses down on the night stand table, and then turns to face me. I stay near the door, hesitant about what to do next.

 

He walks towards me, closer and closer until I’m backed up against a wall. Our lips meet and he pulls back for a second. Staring me directly in the eyes, he brushes his hand against my cheek. After sweeping a piece of hair out of my face, he leans in again to kiss me.

 

His hands are gently cupping my face, and soon he’s sliding them down onto my neck and shoulders. I place my hands on his shoulders and lift myself up against him. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and he has me pinned against the wall.

 

Amidst the now passionate kisses, and heavy breathing Chris carries me over to the bed. He lies me down and gently lays himself on top of me. Soon we’re working franticly at buckles and zippers and buttons, until finally the last piece of clothing slips away and there is nothing left between us.

 

He looks up at me and our eyes met. He leans in, bringing his face inches away from mine.

 

“Happy birthday.” he says breathlessly. He reaches over and switches off the lamp, and then the only thing to be heard is us moaning and gasping together in the dark.

 

____________________________________________________

 

My eyes open slowly and I’m staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I blink a few times before looking around at the rest of the room. It’s sleek and modern with gray walls, white lamps and the bed that I’m in is over flowing with cream colored blankets and pillows. Then suddenly I shoot straight up in bed, and the events of the previous evening race through my head. I peek under the sheets, and sure enough there is nothing under there but me. The nightstand table has an empty bottle of vodka on it, and two glasses.

I see my dress on the floor by the window, my bra is hanging off the edge of a chair. I sit up further and reach for his shirt. It’s at the end of the bed, and I grab it quickly and throw it on.

 

I get up and walk over to the huge floor to ceiling windows and stare at the skyscrapers surrounding me. Tokyo is breathtaking at 5 in the morning. The hotel suite is small, barely even a suite at all. Just a bedroom with an attached bathroom.

 

I hear the shower turn on and I quickly turn around to face the bathroom. Just as I do, the door opens.

Chris is standing there, wearing nothing but a broad grin.

 

“I’m going to take a shower.. Would you like to join me?”

 

_______________________

 

 

 

Okay so that last bit is obviously from the beginning, which means the story has played out the “72 hours” but there are definitely going to be at least two more parts. Also: If you feel like it’s kind of weird how Chris and Charlotte have so quickly developed this “relationship”, don’t worry. Everything will be explained in part 6.

 

 

I love it!!!

lauren!!!

 

LIJ part 5 was HOT!! :laugh4:!!

 

it's like every dream i've ever had. :cheesy::P!!!

 

great job!!

Lauren, great story!!! You are so very good!!!

i'm trying to get part 4 of sys up now!

 

EDIT: here you go!

 

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART FOUR

 

 

When I stepped inside I immediately started to look around for Chris. After a few minutes I spotted him in the back corner of the bar wearing an old Flaming Lips t-shirt, a green military hat and black pants with white sneakers. His eyes were focused on the two beers sitting next to him.

“So you're an early bird.” I said, putting my jacket down on the chair and stealing one of the beers.

Chris looked up as soon as I spoke and grinned. “Just today. I'm really glad you came.”

“You didn't think I was going to come?”

He shook his head and took a gulp of beer. “Who would go out with me? Especially now that you know what an idiot I am after Phil told you that terrible story of my wrist.”

“I see it all the time.” I assured him, even though I didn't.

“So,” Chris said, shifting his body to my direction. “tell me about yourself, Sophie!”

I sighed and gulped down some more beer. For some reason I felt more relaxed with him than I usually did at these sort of things. “Well, I'm a doctor, as you know. My parents were both doctors so I was pretty much forced into it. But my younger brother John, he didn't take it. He moved to France when he was eighteen. I was twenty. Anyways, grew up right here in New York, graduated from NYU, and that's basically the story of my life.”

Chris tapped his fingers to the music playing softly in the background. “Well, that's much more intriguing than my life story.”

“Oh, bullshit.”

We both laughed. “What?” Chris chuckled.

I waved my hands in the air, as I started to feel the beer taking hold of me. “You're the lead singer of one of the most famous bands in the world. You're just trying to be nice.”

Chris smacked his beer down and waved at the bartender for more. “I grew up right outside Liverpool in England. I'm the oldest of five. Two brothers, three sisters. Both my parents are teachers. Graduated London University.”

“Okay, both our stories are shit.”

Three hours and too many beers later we were still sitting in the same spot. We must've seen at least two hundred people come and go. Plus, I was learning so much about him. He was so sociable, and for some reason I felt so comfortable with him.

Chris put his head in his hands. “Okay, tell me something no one else knows.”

“What?” I mumbled, slightly drunk.

“Tell me something that no one else knows, and I'll tell you four things no one else knows about me.”

I nodded to tell him I got it, and thought for a few seconds. After going past a few secrets I had told people, then I came to it. “I can't do this.” I mumbled.

Chris looked worried. “What? W...why?”

I looked up at him and felt tears forming in my eyes. God, I had way too many beers. “This is something that only two people know in the world. Two people and it was all my fault.”

Suddenly I felt Chris gently put a strong hand on my knee. “Sophie,” he smiled sweetly. “who am I going to tell? I really hope these past few hours have told you that I don't go ruining the lives of New York doctors.”

He was right. I could tell him this, so I took the last gulp of my beer and closed my eyes tightly. “I accidentally killed my best friend's wife.”

I could tell Chris was trying not to look too shocked. He gently squeezed my knee and nodded. “You want to tell me what happened?”

My heart was sinking below my stomach. “She came into the trauma ward. She had been hit by a drunk driver and had severe organ damage. God, she was bleeding all over. Plus, there was an enormous piece of car still stuck in her stomach. I was on call that night for surgery. Long story short I severed one of the major nerves and she bled to death. I haven't forgiven myself since.”

Chris didn't say anything for about a minute and I didn't expect him to. I honestly thought he was going to grab his jacket and leave. Who wants to hang out with a terrible, murdering doctor? “Well then you're stupid.”

I looked up. “What?”

“You're stupid for blaming yourself.” Chris smiled wryly. “That wasn't your fault. I wasn't there but it sounds to me like she was in pretty bad shape. It was an accident, and a good doctor should get over an accident.”

“But I killed her.” I snapped.

“Every doctor does once and a while! But you can't put that all on yourself! You didn't hit her with that car, did you? It happened, you tried to save her but you couldn't. And you're stupid to blame yourself for that. You're best friend doesn't blame you, does he? If he's still your best friend then I'm guessing he doesn't. So you need to realize that you need to change the way you think about it and realize that it wasn't your time to save a life that night. Maybe it was just her time to go.”

I was speechless. Chris Martin of Coldplay had just figured out my entire life. He was absolutely right and he'd known me for less than 24 hours. God, I really was stupid. I tried to smile. “You know what? You're absolutely right.” I flirtatiously put my hand on his. “Thank you.”

We sat there for a few minutes just staring into each others eyes, then suddenly Chris stood up. “You want to get out of here? I'm drunk as hell.”

I stood up slowly and smiled. “Let's go.”

Chris wrapped a warm arm around my neck and we stumbled outside. The cold air made both of us shiver. “Well, do you need to call a driver or something?”

He laughed. “I actually drove here.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly smiling. “Well I live two blocks away.”

Chris gently put his hand on mine. “I know this sounds really perverted but, do you think that I could stay at your place? If I call a taxi I know the paps will come and, I really shouldn't be dealing with those asses drunk.”

I smiled and pulled him to the direction of my house. Ten minutes later we arrived at my stoop, and fifteen minutes later I got the door open. When we got inside the warm air hit us and we both let out an enormous sigh. “You're house is so... clean.”

“Thank you!” I murmured.

Chris walked over to my couch and plopped down. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

Shit. “The only movie I have is Back to the Future.”

“You're gaming me!” Chris yelled excitedly. “That's my favorite movie!”

I grabbed Chris a pillow and blanket out of the closet and put the movie in my DVD player. Part of me felt like this was every other night, then the other part of me could not believe what has happening.

When the movie started I sat on the couch next to Chris. A few minutes in I realized that I was curled up next to him and my head was resting on his strong shoulder. I don't think he cared, though, since his arm was around my neck again and I felt him softly kiss the top of my head. It was the most comfortable moment of my life. So, a few minutes later I was asleep.

 

 

 

for some reason the spoiler thing isn't working for me. :bigcry:

OOh very good!!! want More!!!

^^thank youu!! :nice:!!

:wideeyed: I want more too! it's so good! seriously, great job christina!

^^^aww thank you so much!!! i'll try to start part 5 tonight!!

 

and i need to make them longer. but i always find a perfect place to stop around 2 pages long. :P

Lovers in Japan[/color][/u]

 

 

 

I get back to my room and start picking some clothes out of my suit case when I suddenly remember something. I run to my purse and take out my cell phone to check the date. It’s June 10th, which means that today is my birthday! I guess traveling, and losing a day, along with writing the article and doing…. um other things, had busied my mind and caused me to forget.

 

After I take a shower and get dressed I walk back down the hall to Chris’ room. I knock and almost immediately, he opens the door and lets me in. While he’s getting dressed, I sit down on the bed and occupy myself with the things he has on his nightstand table.

 

“Hey guess what?” I say calmly.

 

“What?” Chris asks.

 

“Today’s my birthday.” I don’t make eye contact with him. I hope he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, I hate birthdays. But when I hear the noise he makes, I can tell that he is definitely going to make a big deal.

 

“WHAT?!?” he shrieks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

“Because I’ve just remembered like two minutes ago.” I tell him.

 

“We’ve got to do something. Oh perfect! We have the day off today!! Let’s go out.” he says while pacing the room.

 

“Alright, calm down. I hate birthdays, so lets not do anything too crazy.” I say.

 

He looks bewildered. “How could you hate birthdays?” he asks.

 

“Ughhh I don’t know. I’m getting too old for them to be fun anymore.” I say

 

“Oh come on, you’re turning 24. That is no where near old.” He reassures me.

He walks over to the bed and takes my hand.

 

“Today is going to be fun. I promise.” He smiles.

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We spend the rest of the morning at breakfast. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days and I go through an embarrassing amount of pancakes and bacon. Afterwards we go out shopping. He gets me chocolate covered strawberries, and we go back to his favorite park. We eat the strawberries as we walk along the familiar path. It’s looks so different than it did two nights ago. The sunlight is shining through the cherry blossom trees and the sound of the trickling waterfall is muffled by the noises of playing children.

 

He tries to buy me a birthday present but I insist that the chocolate covered strawberries were enough, and after a couple of minutes he gives in and we take a cab back to the hotel.

 

When we get back to the hotel, Chris walks me to my room.

 

“Okay” he says. “You go get dolled up, and I’m going to organize a birthday party of sorts in the hotel bar. It will probably be lame, just the guys and Phil and some roadies.. But hey I’ll be there.. And that’s all anyone needs right?” he winks at me and smiles

 

“Right.” I smile back. He kisses me goodbye and disappears down the hall to his room.

 

As soon as I get into the room, my phone rings. It’s my editor and she wants to know how the article is going. I tell her that the article is amazing so far, and she asks if I can email her my rough draft.

 

“By the way,” she asks at the end of the phone call “How’s Chris Martin? Is he nice?”

 

“He’s wonderful.” I tell her.

 

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I take out the only nice dress that I’ve packed with me. It’s a short black dress, with beading around the low cut neckline. I do my full on face of makeup with sexy smokey eye shadow, and I wear my favorite necklace. It’s a small gold butterfly on a short gold chain. I throw on my killer 5 inch heels and sit down on the bed to wait.

 

At 7 pm exactly, I hear a knock at the door and I can’t believe how nervous I am as I walk over. When I open it I find Chris standing there with a tiny cupcake in his hand. There’s a glowing candle in the middle and he holds it out in front of me.

“Happy Birthday.” he says quietly.

I stare at him for a second and smile, before leaning in to blow out the candle.

“Thank you.” I say. I take the little cupcake from his hand and place it on the desk in my hotel room. I turn back towards the door and we walk out together and down the hall towards the elevators. While we’re in the elevator, Chris examines me for the first time.

“Va va va voom.” he says cutely.

 

“Oh stop” I blush and hit him lightly with my purse.

 

“Your eyes are looking wonderfully green tonight.” he says gently.

 

“You know, when I was younger, I used to try and convince people that you had written that song for me.” I laugh.

 

“No way, really?” he asks.

 

“Yeah, I was such a nerd.” I tell him.

 

The elevator doors open to reveal a packed hotel bar. The rest of the band are there, just like Chris had promised along with Phil and some roadies, assistants, and other people I don’t really recognize.

 

When we walk over to the bar, Guy greets me, drink and cigarette already in hand.

 

“Happy Birthday!” he screams.

 

“Thanks Guy.” I say.

 

“Now lets get you a drink!!” he slurs.

 

I smile. Tonight is going to be fun.

 

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A handful of birthday toasts and many drinks later, and the party is still going strong. I can easily say that I’ve had the best birthday ever. I’m sitting next to Chris and Guy at the bar, and I’m not even aware of what I’m drinking any more. All I know is that as soon as my glass is empty, Guy makes sure that it’s filled again. Chris is next to me drinking just as much, and the entire night, he has his hand gently resting on my thigh.

 

It’s only about 11:30 when Chris leans in and whispers in my ear. “Let’s go.”

 

I feel his hot breath on my cheek and it sends chills down my spine.

 

“Okay.” I mutter immediately. I stand up and grab my bag. Chris picks up a half empty bottle of vodka in front of him and two glasses, and takes my hand. He pulls me towards the elevator. We get inside the elevator and it travels up to his floor. We stumble out, giggling and fumbling with pockets and wallets until Chris gets his room key out and opens the door.

 

He walks in and quickly puts the bottle of vodka and two glasses down on the night stand table, and then turns to face me. I stay near the door, hesitant about what to do next.

 

He walks towards me, closer and closer until I’m backed up against a wall. Our lips meet and he pulls back for a second. Staring me directly in the eyes, he brushes his hand against my cheek. After sweeping a piece of hair out of my face, he leans in again to kiss me.

 

His hands are gently cupping my face, and soon he’s sliding them down onto my neck and shoulders. I place my hands on his shoulders and lift myself up against him. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and he has me pinned against the wall.

 

Amidst the now passionate kisses, and heavy breathing Chris carries me over to the bed. He lies me down and gently lays himself on top of me. Soon we’re working franticly at buckles and zippers and buttons, until finally the last piece of clothing slips away and there is nothing left between us.

 

He looks up at me and our eyes met. He leans in, bringing his face inches away from mine.

 

“Happy birthday.” he says breathlessly. He reaches over and switches off the lamp, and then the only thing to be heard is us moaning and gasping together in the dark.

 

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My eyes open slowly and I’m staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I blink a few times before looking around at the rest of the room. It’s sleek and modern with gray walls, white lamps and the bed that I’m in is over flowing with cream colored blankets and pillows. Then suddenly I shoot straight up in bed, and the events of the previous evening race through my head. I peek under the sheets, and sure enough there is nothing under there but me. The nightstand table has an empty bottle of vodka on it, and two glasses.

I see my dress on the floor by the window, my bra is hanging off the edge of a chair. I sit up further and reach for his shirt. It’s at the end of the bed, and I grab it quickly and throw it on.

 

I get up and walk over to the huge floor to ceiling windows and stare at the skyscrapers surrounding me. Tokyo is breathtaking at 5 in the morning. The hotel suite is small, barely even a suite at all. Just a bedroom with an attached bathroom.

 

I hear the shower turn on and I quickly turn around to face the bathroom. Just as I do, the door opens.

Chris is standing there, wearing nothing but a broad grin.

 

“I’m going to take a shower.. Would you like to join me?”

 

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Okay so that last bit is obviously from the beginning, which means the story has played out the “72 hours” but there are definitely going to be at least two more parts. Also: If you feel like it’s kind of weird how Chris and Charlotte have so quickly developed this “relationship”, don’t worry. Everything will be explained in part 6.

THAT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!

AND WELL WORTH THE WAIT!!

Great job lauren!!!!:D

 

 

CHRISTINA!! I LOVED IT!!!:D:D

^^thank you!!!

 

and lauren: more more more!!!! :D

Ok I have a story, that I hope ya'll like, it can be contined if everyone likes it, if not be honest and I will be toatally ok with that. I just need to know how do you do a spoiler?

1-Write spoiler inside []

2-write your text

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