Schoolboys--Part 4

 

 

 

 

Will's POV

 

I stared long and hard at the poster, wondering if I should join the club. I played a few instruments, but what if I was the only one to show up? What if no one else was interested in this thing? I told myself I was being ridiculous; of course there would be people going.

 

All around me there were boys running for the exits. The moment the bell rang every day, everyone would run like mad to get out of the building. It was easier to wait until the initial rush was over than to try and join the flood of traffic in the halls.

 

I looked at the other posters on the wall. Maybe I could get a job.

 

As I was scanning them, someone threw their arm around my shoulders. I wasn’t a fan of physical contact, and I shrugged the arm off before turning to see who was behind me. It was a kid I had known from my old school...Adrian something.

 

I’d hated him.

 

“Jeez, Champion, what’s up with you?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Jumpy, are we?” he laughed, poking me in the ribs. I sighed, eager to get away from the idiot.

 

“Sorry, Adrian...I’ve got to go.” I said before I strode down the hallway. Behind me, I heard him talking to someone else.

 

“Martin! How’s it hanging, little man?” I turned around and was surprised to see Chris, the one who had so eagerly helped me out in the cafeteria. He didn’t look very happy.

 

“Shut up!” he snapped, walking right past Adrian. His eyes caught mine and he walked faster to catch up with me. He sighed and crossed his arms tightly.

 

“Um, are you okay?” I asked. Chris was making it obvious that something was bothering him, and I had a feeling he wanted someone to notice. To my surprise, he nodded.

 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he said abruptly.

 

‘This boy must have some pretty fierce mood swings.’ I thought. It seemed as if I was right, because in a few minutes, Chris looked cheerful.

 

“Come sit with us again tomorrow,” he suggested. “You’re good company.”

 

“Um...Okay.” I tentatively agreed, and Chris grinned.

 

“Oi, Jonny!” my companion called suddenly. I looked up to see his friend Jonny leaning against the side of the building.

 

“Hey, Chris!” he called back. “Oh! And Will.”

 

“Whatcha doin’, Jonny-boy?”

 

“Waiting for my mum.”

 

“Oh, me too!” cried Chris in mock surprise.

 

“NO! Really?” Jonny played along.

 

“Chris?” A new voice came to my left. I turned to see Guy Berryman from my gym class inching towards us.

 

“Hey, Guy!” said Jonny. Chris waved tentatively.

 

“Guy?”

 

“Will, I didn’t see you there!” sighed Guy, relieved that he knew me.

 

“Hi, how’ve you been?”

 

“Fine, thanks. Chris, I’m sorry about the...”

 

“Oh, this?” Chris gestured to the side of his head. “Don’t worry about it. So you know Jonny and Will?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Wow,” Chris remarked. “We all know each other.”

 

“I only met you this morning.” I reminded him. Guy nodded, still a bit nervous around everyone.

 

Jonny laughed. “As far as he’s concerned, that makes you good friends.”

 

“Jon!”

 

“Well, it’s true...OW!” Chris had stomped on his foot. Guy and I watched, bemused, as they proceeded to playfully attack one another. I shared a glance with the little Scottish kid, and the question in our eyes was the same. Am I going to regret this?

 

 

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Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Three}

 

 

 

 

There was a knock on the cell door. Chris woke up, and moved himself from Jonny's arms and stood up. The cell door opened and PC Banks walked in. "Good morning Mr Martin". "Morning" Chris replied, putting his shirt on. "When's your mate going to wake up then", asked PC Banks, smiling. "Oh, Jonny, he'll be up in a minute" said Chris. "You do know that your up in court in an hour, don't you?" said PC Banks. "What? No!" Replied Chris, in disbelief. "Well you know now!" demanded PC Banks, smiling. He continued, "I'll be back in 10 minutes, in the meen time, wake up that mate of yours!", he smiled again and locked the cell door.

 

Chris stumbled over to Jonny. He kissed him on the forehead. He whispered into his ear, "Wake up darling". Jonny's eye's opened. Jonny stared into Chris' beautiful, blue eyes and reached in for a kiss. Chris moved away. "Chris, what are you doing, didn't you enjoy last night?" asked Jonny. "Last night was one of the strangest nights of my life, I got arrested and had the best sex I have had ever!" said Chris, smiling, but looking away from Jonny. "Why don't you want me then?" asked Jonny. "I'm married, Jonny" demanded Chris. "Yeah and I have a girlfriend!" said Jonny, sitting up. "Look, I'll talk later, we are due in court in less than an hour, get a shirt on!" said Chris, sternly. "Alright, alright!" replied Jonny, slipping on some shoes.

 

PC Banks opened the cell door and told Chris and Jonny to follow him. He took them out and drove them to the court. It was a small court room. Court Room 4 it was called. PC Banks walked in, followed by Chris and then Jonny.

 

The Judge told us all to stand up. "Now, Chris Martin and Jonny Buckland, you are here today under the counts of drinking while drunk, attempted murder and unsafe driving, how do you plead?". A tall man, a lawyer walked towards Chris and Jonny and whispered to them to plee guilty. "Jonny" said the Judge. "How do you plead?". "I plead guilty" said Jonny, staring into Chris' eyes. "And Chris, how do you plead?" asked the Judge. Chris paused to think and as he looked into Jonny's eyes, he turned to the Judge and said "Guilty".

 

"You will be happy to know that the OAP you ran over is absolutely fine and was released from hospital 10 minutes ago but nevertheless, you could be going down for a long time, you do understand that don't you?" asked the Judge. Together, Chris and Jonny said "Yes". "You are both in the band Coldplay, am I correct?". Chris and Jonny nodded. "I like your music, you influenced my son to start his own band, now you seem nice guys and I know you contribute alot to charity so I have two choices for you!". Jonny smiled and ruffled Chris' hair. "Now, You can either go to prison or you can join the army". Jonny's eyes grew and he started smiling, Chris wasn't as enthusiastic. "Now I will give you a few minutes for you to discuss your decision between yourselfs, everyone may sit down".

 

"I always wanted to join the army!" said Jonny with a massive grin on his face. "The army, I don't think I'm cut out for it!" replied Chris. "Look, it's either that or go to jail, and I don't think I am cut out for jail, I am too pretty!" said Jonny with hope in his eyes. "Fine! OK!, Chris and Jonny are joining the army!" Chris said, smiling. Jonny hugged Chris, many people in the court stared at them as they stood up. "Now are you ready?" asked the Judge. "Yes we are" said Chris. "So..." asked the Judge. "Sign us up"

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Four}

 

 

 

 

"So, it's this bus we get on then?" asked Chris. "Yes it is! Have fun in basic training!" replied PC Banks. Chris and Jonny stepped onto the bus. There were ten other people there. Seven men and three women. One of the women approached Chris. "Your Chris Martin arn't you?" asked the woman. "Well, yes I am, I'm happy to meet you!" replied Chris, smiling. "My names Samantha, you can call me Sam!" she said with a big grin on her face. "Come on Chris! Sit down!" Jonny said, sternly. He didn't seem to like the attention that Chris was getting.

 

Five hours later the bus arrived at the Army base. All twelve of the bus's occupants got out of the bus to a tall man. "You will address me as sergeant!" he said. "Yes sergeant!" one man said. "What's your name private?" the sergeant said. "My name is Ben Richards!". "I like you Ben, I really like you. Now everyone else, get some sleep you will have to be up at five am. Now listen carefully, the two women among us, Private Samantha Johnson and Private Elizabeth Walker will be in Barracks number one. Privates Liam Fisher, Sam Hill, James Mather, Ross Jackson and Robert Love will be in Barracks two. Privates Ben Richards, Jonny Buckland, Chris Martin and Marcus Johnson will be in Barracks three. See you tomorrow morning!"

 

"So we are in Barracks three then, Chris. I am glad that we are together" said Jonny, staring into Chris' eyes. "Look Jonny, I don't know what you think is going to happen because nothing is going to happen. What happened in the police cell the other night was a mistake! A big mistake, in fact I would prefer if we weren't in the same barracks at all, In fact I would rather be in prison!" demanded Chris. "You don't really mean that, do you?" asked Jonny. "Yes I do, Jonny boy, yes I do! Now I just want to try and get some sleep".

 

Everyone in the barracks were in their beds, asleep. Jonny woke up and got out of his bed. Chris was in the bed opposite. He was asleep. Jonny walked towards his bed and ran his hand threw his hair. "Your beautiful" he whispered into his ear. Jonny gently kissed Chris on his forehead and walked back to his bed. Chris opened his eyes, smiled and went back to sleep.

 

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Speed of Sound (Part 8)

 

 

 

 

Guy sat in the drivers seat, driving. Miss sat next to him in the passengers seat. Charlie sat in the back of the car, holding onto his foot with his hands...

 

Guy: Are you sure we're supposed to be here? Chris's place looks pretty deserted.

 

Guy was ready to open up the gate to Chris's yard... And then he did open it... There stood a cheerful looking Chris and Gwyneth. Next to Chris and Gwyn was Jonny and Will. Next to Will was his wife and next to her was Phil and it went on like that. A cake with Red icing wrote 'Happy Birthday Guy' on top with red icing.

 

All (excluding suprised Guy): Suprised!

 

Guy (laughing, blushing): I knew you guys would remember.

 

Chris: We always do.

 

Will: Uhhhh...

 

Jonny (whispers to Will): Don't say it!

 

Will: Not that. I was going to ask why Miss was here.

 

Guy: Jon! You didn't tell him?

 

Chris: So Jon's been keeping secrets, has he?

 

Jonny: Uhhmmm... (Pause...) Guy's been dating Miss!

 

Chris: Why didn't you tell Meeee?

 

Jonny: I don't know!

 

Will: It doesn't really matter I already knew it.

 

Chris (sarcasticly): Oh. So Evveeryone knows about this Guy and Miss thing except me right?

 

Jonny: Right.

 

Chris: Why couldn't I know?!?!

 

Will: Uhmmm...Okay can we talk about something else?

 

Chris: Oh that reminds me Gwyneth, this is Miss.

 

Gwyn (Shaking hands with Miss): Nice to meet you.

 

Miss: Nice to meet you too.

 

The party went fabulously. The cake tasted great (it was the marble one). Miss got to give Guy a scrapbook full of pictures of them together, they have been together for a year so it seemed appropriate for the acassion. There was a lot of good conversation going around between everyone. Guy definetly had a good time, he had beer or two with Chris while Miss and Gwyneth would share some conversations and laughs. It went better than anyone had expected it to go.

 

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When all of them had gotten back to the hotel Guy had put Charlie into his bed and had hopped onto the bed with Miss. She looked nervous but still happy. She took his hands romanticly and seriouisly...

 

Miss: Guy...I-i. I.

 

Guy: What?

 

Miss: I'm...(Pauses) pregnant.

 

GUy sat on the bed completly shocked. His moth wide open. He slowly let go of her hands and sat up and Miss sat up next to him. This was definetly serious...

 

Guy: A-are you serious?

 

Miss (almost whispering): Serious.

 

 

 

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART ONE

 

 

“Dr. Pitt.” I heard someone call from behind me.

Of course turned around to see Layla standing there. “Just get one of the nurses to take blood if you can't.”

She shook her blond hair wildly. “I have a new patient for you.”

I walked up to her and took the file out of her hands. “Is this for real?”

“He just came in. His hand's pretty screwed up.”

I walked out of the conference room and down to where he should be. “You don't use screwed up, Layla. That's not a term a doctor would use, is it?”

When I opened the curtain four eyes looked up at me. There was one man sitting in a chair with brown spiky hair and almond brown eyes. The other one was sitting on the patient bed holding his hand. He was pale, and had curly, cinnamon brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. “Mr. Martin, I'm Doctor Sophie Pitt.” I said, shooing Layla out of the room. “What seems to be the problem?”

Chris stared into my eyes for a few more seconds, shook his head as if he was shaking something off, then smiled widely. “I seem to have hurt my hand.”

The other man stood up. “He was playing the guitar, ever so fast and his hand got like stuck in the strings.”

I smiled and nodded. “Let's have a look.”

The sides of his wrist were red with bruises and his palm was severely swollen. As I gently poked and prodded at his enormous hands I suddenly felt his eyes on me. Usually this freaks me out but for some reason I got shivers up and down my spine. Yes, he was incredibly gorgeous but, well, he was a patient.

“Okay Mr. Martin-”

“Please, call me Chris.”

I smiled. “Chris. Call me Sophie. I'm not too sure yet but from what I see it seems to be a very severe fracture.”

“Shit.” The other man muttered.

“Phil.” Chris said to the other man. “Shut up.”

The two of them stared at me until I would say something else. “Um, we'll have some x-rays done then I'll come back to make sure I was right.”

I walked out the door and handed the order to the nurse. When I went back to the conference room I noticed my friend Jim was now sitting at one of the tables, snacking on some sort of chip. I grabbed a Snickers bar from the machine and sat down next to him. “Fuck, Jim.”

His bright, blue gray eyes looked up at me. “W...what?”

I tore open the Snickers and chomped down. Then, I immediately felt more relaxed. “Why does this job have to suck so much? This morning I had two kids who bit me when I tried to take blood, then a psychopathic pregnant woman who claimed she'd never had sex. Oh, and I just got back from some gorgeous pervert checking me out.”

He grinned. “Gorgeous pervert?”

“Yes!” I spit through the giant bites of candy. “He was gorgeous, but he was a perv. Well, he just looked at me but he was still a freak.”

“We're doctors.” He sighed. “We see it all. Well, I got to go pick Katie up from day care. I'll see you tonight.”

I smiled legitimately for the first time that day. “Bye. Tell her I say “Hi”!”

Five minutes after Jim had left my candy bar was sadly gone. I contemplated getting another one but remembered that cake I had yesterday for one of the nurse's birthdays. Suddenly Layla blew into the room and ruined my mood. Again. “Dr. Pitt? Chris Martin's X-rays are back.”

I snatched the files from her and held the photos up to the light. When I had my answer, I shoved the photos back in her hand and walked back to Chris's room. “Chris. Phil.” I said as I opened the door. Ugh, there was that smile again. So beautiful. “Well, it seems that I was right. You fractured a bone in your finger. I see it a lot with musicians. I'll put a cast on it right now.”

Phil stood up and started to walk over to me. “When will it be... well... better?”

“About six weeks.” I said while grabbing all the cast materials out from the shelves.

Chris just kept smiling, even though his hand was practically black now. I slid over on the stool to him, and gently started dabbing his wrist in water. “So, you're a doctor. How's that working?” he asked.

I looked up at him like he just asked me if the sky was blue. “It's... well it is what it is. What color cast do you want.”

“Oh god.” Chris giggled. “I don't know! This is probably one of the hardest decisions of my life! Um... what do you think?”

I felt like I was back in pediatrics. Even though he was acting like a kid, it made me laugh. “Um, how about red?”

“No, no I don't want red. Pick another.”

“Green?”

“Nah.”

“Oh, here we go. Blue.” I said, holding up the bandage box.

Chris nodded frantically. “Yes! Blue! I love blue! Great choice.”

We both laughed. There was something about this guy I'd never seen in any other men. Or patients for that matter. For one thing, he hasn't tried to smack my ass yet. “So.” I said, feeling a little more relaxed. “You're a world famous singer. How's that working?”

He laughed, while watching me put the bandages on. “It is what it is.”

I giggled. I'll admit it, he was cute. We were talking for about twenty minutes about random things. At first he was talking about Phil, which pissed Phil off, so he stopped. Then he asked me about how hard it was to become a doctor, and I think I rambled a little too much on that subject. He didn't seem to show it, though. Then I was finished. “Okay, you're good to go.”

Chris looked disappointed. He looked up at me with those sad, puppy dog blue eyes. “That's it?”

“That's it.” For some reason I felt disappointed too. This conversation helped me get off my anger. “I'll have Layla come in and get your discharge papers. Have a good day, Chris. Phil.”

When I was walking out I could've sworn I noticed Phil mouthing something to Chris. I closed the door and took in my surroundings for a minute. Layla was waiting for me at the end of the hall with anther file in her hands, so I headed down her direction. Suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and I saw Chris smiling down at me. God, he was tall. “Hey Sophie, um, so sorry to bother you. But you know, my hand hurts like hell so I'm really going to need a drink. Whenever you get done your shift, would you like to go get one with me?”

I felt butterflies in my stomach. Something about him. God, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I smiled to let him know I liked the idea, but I couldn't speak yet. A seconds later I coughed. “Um, yeah. Well, I actually have to work all night but what about tomorrow?”

Chris's face lit up. “Yes! Tomorrow's perfect! Um, can I have your number?”

I took a Sharpie out of my scrubs pocket. “Do you have paper?”

Chris looked a little flustered for a minute, then laughed, and held up his new blue cast. I chuckled and signed my name and number. “See you tomorrow.”

 

 

 

PART TWO

 

 

Two A.M. and I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. Maybe it was the fact that he was so famous, but, I didn't really feel like he was. He acted just like every other patient I'd had. The only other celebrity I had ever treated was some football player, and he kept complaining to me about how incompetent I was. Oh, he also kept asking me if I knew who he was. I can't even remember his name.

Around two thirty I had a twenty minute break so I decided to get some real food in the cafeteria, since I'd been living on candy and chips for the last 23 hours. When I was walking down the stairs, I felt my right pocket vibrate. I reached down and noticed my Blackberry said a very odd number was calling me. Since I usually didn't answer odd numbers, I didn't know what to do. But then I remembered Chris. “Hello?” I said in a confused tone.

“Is this too quick to call? God, I'm so bad at this shit.” I heard his soft spoken voice.

He made me grin. “No, no it isn't. I was actually hoping it was you.”

For some reason I could hear him smiling on the other line. “I know this great, quiet little place right by the Empire State Building. It's called Dubbin's. Want to meet me there at seven?”

Thankfully I knew where Dubbin's was. “See you then.”

Hearing Chris's voice got me through the rest of my shift. I'd had two head traumas, a stab victim and some homeless man brought in a sick dog, and for some reason I had patience for them all. On a regular day I might have killed them on purpose. My shift ended at seven A.M., so I quickly got changed into my street clothes and got ready to leave. When I was walking by the conference room, I noticed Jim inside, so I went in. “Hey. I'm heading out.”

Jim looked up at me. His face was pale and his eyes were saying something to me that they'd never said before. “Katie's missing.”

My heart sunk. Katie was not the kind of four year old that would just run off because daddy didn't give her a cookie. Jim and Katie were so close, ever since Jim's wife Debbie passed away two years ago. She was all she had left of her. “Oh god.” My voice shook. “Okay, um. She couldn't have gotten too far. Where was the last place she was seen?”

“Right outside daycare.” Jim said. He looked like he was about to cry. “Apparently some kids were bullying her, she got upset and they didn't see her again.”

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to think. Katie loved the park. There was this tree that Jim and her would sit in and yell at the top of their lungs whenever they were sad or mad. That was it. I opened my eyes. “Follow me.” I said, and sprinted out the door.

Jim's footsteps weren't too far behind, so I kept running. All the way out the door of the hospital, down four blocks to Central Park. It was absolutely freezing, so that made me run faster for two reasons; if I stopped I would've froze to death from just wearing a sweater and I knew that Katie must've been cold, wherever she was. The sun was just rising over the coast, and wouldn't be warming things up for at least another three hours. I stopped at the giant Oak tree and tried to catch my breath. Not to my surprise, there were two small pink shoes sitting about ten feet up in the tree. Jim stared at me, and since I couldn't say anything I just pointed. “Oh, God, Katie!” He said with relief. “Thank God!”

About ten minutes later Jim and I were sitting up in the tree with Katie in between us. “You want to tell us what happened?”

Her bright red hair was all blown around from the winter wind. She still had a little pink Barbie backpack on her back, and her bright blue eyes would not look up at either of us. “You can go.” Jim whispered. “I can't thank you enough for thinking of this.”

I smiled. “I want to hear what happened... if she'd tell us.”

Katie rolled her little eyes and took a deep breath. “There was this kid and he was bullying me. He said my hair was ugly. So the teacher didn't say anything and that made me mad. I don't wanna be there daddy. They're mean.”

I was now sitting there while Jim was being the great dad he was, talking Katie through her first bullying. While waiting, I started to think about my first bullying. I was in first grade. Lets just say I probably weighed more than all the kids in my class combined.

“Soph? We can go now.” Jim said, popping me out of my bubble.

We carefully got Katie out of the tree, passing her to each other like an assembly line, then the three of us walked out of Central Park to my place. “Well, thanks again.” Jim said, picking an exhausted Katie up.

“Oh, don't mention it. Good night, Katie.” I said, putting a gentle hand on her back.

After I got a mutter of a 'good night', I gave Jim a friendly kiss on the cheek and headed inside. Thankfully my heat was on high from the way I had left it a few days earlier. The living room was so perfect. Warm, and silent. I threw my bag on the ground and passed out on the couch.

The next morning I woke up around 11 A.M.. My head was pounding from the long night before, but everything stopped when I remembered I was going out with Chris Martin that night. I threw on a screaming hot pot of coffee and called my best friend Amy. “Do you realize how early it is now?” she snapped.

I grinned. “You've always been a late sleeper. Listen, I need a nice outfit. Since you always keep telling me I need better clothes this is your chance to help me out.”

Amy was shuffling something around on the other line. “What is it... some sort of corporate meeting with all you smart doctors?”

I didn't say anything.

“Oh God. This isn't really happening, is it? You have a date?” she yelled.

“It's not a date!” I snapped immediately. “I'm just going out for a drink with someone.”

There was silence on the other line. “Who is he? God, did you save his life? Oh, such a fantastic love story!”

“Would you just shut up and get down here?” I said while pouring out the coffee.

“I want to know his name.” She demanded.

Shit. Amy was going to freak out. She wasn't that big of a fan of Coldplay but, she was an enormous fan of celebrities. “Um... Chris.”

Amy groaned. “Chris what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters!” I could hear keys being picked up in the background. “I need to know!”

I put the cup of coffee down on the table and braced for impact. “Chris Martin.”

 

 

 

PART THREE

 

 

 

 

After twenty minutes of screaming Amy was on her way. I went upstairs to get rid of anything I bought without her consent. Amy's the kind of person who... well... takes charge of- oh, how do I say this nicely? Everything. When my sister got married, I was the Maid of Honor. The entire wedding came out of Amy's mind. Don't get my wrong, I love her with all my heart but, sometimes she's a little... crazy.

Ten minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I jogged down the stairs and opened it to see Amy still ecstatic about who I was going out with that night. My, she was glowing. Her bright red hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing a blue jogging suit. Something about pregnant women and jogging suits. I guess they're just comfortable to wear. She also had an enormous gym bag slung over her shoulder.

I reached over her belly and gave her enormous hug. “Hey, darling! Good to see you.” I said, and bent down to give her belly a kiss. “Hey, Nathan. You're not going to come tonight, are you? Please don't. For aunt Sophie's sake.”

“He'll be here any day now. Don't worry. I'll call you if he does.” Amy smiled. “You're the only one I want to deliver him. Okay, let's get started.”

I felt Amy's hand grab mine and pull me up to my bedroom. I felt proud to see everything organized in my closet. That was the first time in ages. God, it felt so good to have some time off. When you're a doctor you live at the hospital. But since I worked overtime this week my chief gave me today and tomorrow off.

I sat down on the bed and as Amy threw her bag on the chair and began rummaging. “So,” I sighed, watching her with fascination. “how's the husband?”

“Oh Brandon?” She said, holding up a blouse then throwing it over her shoulder. “He's wonderful. Hasn't been sleeping at all lately, but wonderful.”

“He's just excited.”

Amy threw another blouse over her shoulder. “We all are.” She turned around and grinned again. “So, have you talked to Chris?”

I felt myself blushing for some reason and I shook my head. “Not since yesterday. Oh, how about that one?”

She looked at me and back at the cream colored tank top. “This can be an option. Then we can pair this with a black pea coat, jeans, and boots. Do you have any of these things?”

I stared into my closet of scrubs and long sleeved t-shirts, and shook my head. Three hours later Amy had exactly what she wanted me to wear laid out onto my bed. “Perfect.” I said, putting the size six boots on the floor. “Now what shall we do?”

Amy raised her eyebrows. “Well, I could use a nice couch and a cup of tea.”

So, I helped Amy slowly get down the stairs and sat her down on my couch. She took off her sandals and rested her swollen ankles as I put a pot of tea on. “So,” she said. “how far do you think you're going to get tonight?”

“Oh shut up.” I said with a smile on my face. “He's a really sweet guy. But I don't even know if he wants any of that.”

Amy was silent for a few seconds then she looked back at me. “You're kidding, right?” I shook my head. “Oh, Sophie. Look at yourself. You're a successful, single, beautiful doctor. I think every man would want that with you. Hell, they want that with a tree. But I'm getting off the point. He obviously liked you. The boy asked you out for a drink! Now get that self esteem up and realize that you are liked.”

That made me get more excited about that night. I really liked Chris. Even though we only talked for about twenty minutes, there was something about him that I wanted to see more of. He was unlike any other man I had ever met. Looks and personality. But who was I kidding? Chris is an enormously famous singer. I'm just a New York doctor. What do I have?

I handed Amy a scolding hot cup of green tea, just the way she liked it. She smiled to thank me and exhaled. “Do you think you're ready for this?”

“Nathan?”

She nodded.

I had to think about that one for a few seconds. “Yeah.” I finally replied. “I know it's been three years since the last baby I delivered but, I took the training class with the residents and things came back. Plus, it's your baby.”

An hour later Brandon picked Amy up and they drove home. I felt really good after the talk I had with Amy. We basically went through what would happen on the big day step by step. The talk made both of us feel more relaxed.

When I closed the door behind her I realized it was five o'clock. Shit. I needed to get ready. The butterflies in my stomach led me up the stairs to the shower. I jumped in and out in about twenty minutes, then went over my outfit again. Amy had left me a black military style coat, a purple tank top, ripped blue jeans and tall black boots. It was nothing like I'd ever worn but, it was still me. Now was when I started to get really excited, but then I realized. We were just having drinks. If I went there too hyper he would think I was some sort of freak.

I got dressed, grabbed a black scarf out of the closet and headed out the door. It was actually pretty warm that night. Not too cold, not too hot, so I decided to walk to Dubbins which was only a few blocks away so I got there at just about seven. Before walking in, I took in a deep breath of fresh air, then opened the door.

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

PART FIVE

 

 

I woke up the next morning to the smell of crackling bacon coming from the kitchen. God, I hadn’t smelled that since my last boyfriend. I can’t even remember when that was. When I sat up this pounding headache hit me like a ton of bricks. “Holy shit.” I moaned, holding my head.

“Oh, you’re up!” I heard Chris’s voice say from behind me. Then he appeared at my side with a cup of coffee. “Here, take this. I promise it will help.”

I looked at what he had in his hand. “An Asprin and an antacid?”

Chris grinned. “Don’t judge me. I promise you it works!”

I reluctantly took them out of his hand and shoved them down my throat with a splash of some of the best coffee I’d ever tasted. Suddenly I felt a rush of relief in my head. “Jesus, how did you know that works?”

“Old trick my dad would use for himself. Now come and get breakfast.”

I stood up to see my worn out table completely set for two, with a beautiful bouquet sitting in the middle. “Daisies. How did you know I love Daisies?”

Chris flipped a pancake. “Guessed.”

I sat down at the head of the table and a few minutes later a fresh pile of pancakes and a side of bacon were in front of me. Since I hadn’t eaten real food in days, I dug in. Chris’s eyes watched me with satisfaction for a few seconds then he dug in himself. “You know, I remembered something.”

I looked up with confusion, Chris laughed. “I didn’t get to tell you four things no one knows about me last night.”

At first I was completely shocked that he’d bring the subject up, so I put down my fork and knife. “Okay, let’s go.”

Chris set his silverware down and put a finger on his temple. “Um, okay. These are going to be shit.”

We sat there in silence for a few seconds.

“I cheated on more than seven tests in University.”

I chuckled. “I totally have you beat on that one.”

“I broke my sister’s boyfriends nose when she was seventeen.”

“People know that! Okay, since you really can’t think of any, gimme one more. And make it good.”

Chris looked up at me and shifted his weight in my direction. “I tried to kill myself once.”

At first I thought he was joking, but the seriously saddened look on his face made me realize he wasn’t kidding. “Oh, um. You really didn’t have to tell me that if you didn’t want to.”

He looked up and gently put a hand on mine. “For some reason I feel extra comfortable with you. Like, I can tell you anything in the world.”

I smiled and played with the tips of his fingers. “You want to talk about what happened?”

Chris sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Well, I was six. My parents had just had my first brother, Matthew. So they were basically doting over him and I felt incredibly left out. Like, they didn’t love me or whatever. So, I went up onto the roof and I was about to jump off when my dad called me. Matthew got real sick, and it was then that I realized that if I did hurt myself, he wouldn’t have an older brother to look out for him.”

I took my hand off his and replaced it on his cheek. Since he hadn’t shaved he was getting a bit of a five o’clock shadow. I could feel it under my thumb as I gently stroked his face. He just kept smiling at me, and a seconds later my lips were pressed against his. I had just met the man two fucking days ago, and I already had so much feeling for him. This was something I really, really couldn’t explain. After about a minute I pulled away from him and we just sat there, resting our foreheads on each others. A while later we resumed our breakfast, holding each other’s hands when Chris finally said something. “You know, I have to go to Perth in a week.”

My heart sunk. “When will you be back?”

Chris’s eyes widened. “Probably not for a while.”

Shit. Just when I meet one of the sweetest guys ever, he flies off to be a big singer. Why, why do I always fuck myself over? After a few more minutes of silence then Chris set his silverware down. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Again, he must’ve been joking. I looked up to see his bright blue eyes staring straight through me, looking for an answer. “W…what?”

“Come with me.” he said again, like it was no big deal.

I ran a hand through my chocolate brown hair. “Chris, I, I have a job.”

“Don’t you have any vacation time?”

Now the idea became more rational. I did have seven weeks of vacation time because well, I never went on vacation. Chief probably could do without me, right? “Are you sure?”

Chris gently wiped a stray hair off of my face. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

This incredibly relaxing, incredibly exciting moment was interrupted completely by my phone ringing. I reached over to the coffee table and flipped it open. “Hello?” I said happily.

“Soph?” Amy panted. “Oh God, Sophie!”

I stood up, immediately alert by the tone in Amy’s voice. “What? What’s wrong?"

“The baby’s coming! Oh God, can you meet us at the hospital?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

PART SIX.

 

 

I busted through the doors of the hospital with Chris slowly following behind me. The entire place was a mess as usual, so I went up to Shawna, one of the maternity nurses. “Where's Amy Nelson's room?” I asked incredibly quickly.

“Room seven, doctor.” she said while checking out Chris, who looked incredibly overwhelmed.

I took Chris's hand and sprinted to room seven. When we got there, I quickly found a nurse to get me scrubs. “Do you want to wait out here?” I asked Chris while trying to catch my breath.

Chris nodded. “They don't let paps in here, do they?”

I pointed to the waiting room and gave him a kiss on the neck. “If you have problems with anyone, and I mean anyone, let Shawna know. She'll take them out herself.”

After Chris was safely sitting in the waiting room I walked into Amy's room. When I got in there were tons of flowers sitting in every corner and every open space. My guess was Brandon bought all of them. He was sitting right by her side, squeezing her hand so hard it was turning pink. Amy was just about asleep when I got in, which meant she must've been almost ready for her C- section. “Hi.” I whispered to Brandon.

He got up slowly and gave me a hug. “Thank you so much for being here. Amy told me you had a hot date.”

I giggled. “Do you know how many centimeters dilated she is?”

Brandon shook his head. “All they said was they'll get started when you arrive.”

That must've meant she was being taken care of by nurses, who had no idea what they were doing. So I checked her chart for myself. “She seems to be just about ready.”

I jumped into my scrubs as the doctors sent Amy and Brandon down to the delivery room. When I walked out of the women's bathroom I noticed Chris, sitting there all alone, reading some sort of sports magazine. “You really don't have to stay.” I said. “Really. I feel so bad dragging you through this.”

Chris looked up and smiled. “Are you kidding? This is the most interesting thing to happen to me in a long time.”

“Better than the Grammys?”

He nodded. “Way better.”

Suddenly Chris stood up and gently put a hand on my neck. “You sure you're ready for this?”

How did this man know exactly what I was thinking. “Do you think I am?”

Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I pulled him in and stuffed my head into his incredibly sweet smelling shoulders. We must've been there for at least ten minutes until I heard Shawna call me. “They're ready.” she said, giving me an odd smile.

I let go of Chris and kissed him on the lips. “Really, if you want to go, go.”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

A few minutes later I was in the deliver room, completely rejuvenated and ready for this. Amy was already on the table and she was awake, talking to Brandon. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Sophie!” Amy screamed, slightly drugged. “How was the hot date? Brandon told me you came in wearing the same thing you wore last night. Did you get lucky?”

“You're about to have a baby.”

“I know, I know. Did you?”

After a few minutes they had Amy under the anesthesia. I took the incision knife and gently cut my best friend's stomach six inches. The entire room was completely quiet, and a few seconds later I was at the uterus. I gently cut the top of the uterus and the first thing I saw was a tiny foot, moving around inside this clear bubble. Once I had my new nice or nephew completely exposed to the world, I noticed their tiny neck was wrapped around the umbilical cord.

Two hours and a lot of gentle cutting and pulling and stitching later, I stumbled out into the waiting room, where Brandon and Chris looked like they were getting along pretty well. When I was about ten feet away from them, they both looked up and immediately walked up to me, waiting for me to say something. Anything.

My eyes started to tear up as Brandon stared at me like he was trying to stare the answer out of me. I looked him straight into his big, almond brown eyes and smiled. “Congratulations, Brandon. You have a daughter.”

 

 

PART SEVEN

 

 

After I revealed the news to Brandon that he actually had a daughter instead of a son, Amy and him were sitting in her room deciding on a name while I was sitting in the waiting room with Chris. “My hands are still shaking.” I said, squeezing my fingers inside my fists. I looked up at Chris and put a hand on his arm. “I would love to go to Australia with you.”

Chris smiled brightly. “Really? Cause, I really thought you didn’t like the idea.”

“No, no I just, I’m not the kind of person who gets up and goes to Australia with Chris Martin.” I laughed. “I really like you. And I don’t want to screw this over. Plus, some time away would do me well. So you want to wait here while I go talk to my Chief?”

He shook his head. “I’m actually going to go in and talk with your friends. Brandon’s a great guy.”

I nodded and we headed our separate ways. The hospital was at the peak of it’s busy time as I weaved my way through the nurses and patients. Then I saw Jim walk out of the conference room. He looked at me with bulged eyes. “What the hell is going on? Amy goes into labor and you don’t call me?”

The only thing I could do was give him a big hug. “I’m sorry.” I whispered quietly, then let go of him. “I just, I’ve had a lot on my plate.”

“The hot date.”

I nodded. “The hot date.”

Ten minutes later I’d explained the entire thing to Jim over a couple of Snickers bars. “Wow.” He chuckled. “Wow!”

“Yeah. Don’t expect me to be surprised if you’re shocked because,” I bit into the candy. “hell, I’m shocked too.”

Jim smiled sweetly. “I’m happy for you, Soph. It’s good to take some chances in your life. I just, I don’t want you to rush into things.”

I shook my head vigorously. “I’m not. Don’t worry. I haven’t changed my entire look at life completely.”

He nodded and chomped down on his candy. “Have you told Chief Hopkins yet?”

“I was actually on my way to do that now, when I saw you.”

Jim stood up. “Well go! If you don’t mind, I’m going to go make sure I approve of your rock star boyfriend.”

Jim always knew how to make me laugh, even when I really didn’t need it. He was like my older, incredibly protective brother. Or my father.

I left the conference room more refreshed and headed to Chief’s office. Chief was always nice to me because I worked so much overtime, so I really, really hoped he was in a good mood. For some reason I really wanted to go to Australia for two and a half weeks with a practical stranger. “Come in.” Chief said after I knocked on the door.

When I opened his heavy wooden door, he was sitting behind his desk working on patient files. “Oh, Dr. Pitt. Excellent job on Amy’s C-section.”

Good start. “Thank you, Chief.” I sat down in front of him, which made him look up from his work. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “Shoot.”

“I need two and a half weeks of vacation time, starting next Monday.”

Chief chuckled, and stroked his salt and pepper beard. “Well it’s about time. What made the change in heart?”

I sighed in relief. “It’s a really, really long story. I just think it’s about time I took some time off for myself. Gather my thoughts, you know the whole deal.”

“I think it’ll be good for you. Where do you think you’ll go?”

“Australia.”

 

Ten minutes later I officially had my time off, so I was practically floating back to Amy’s room. When I got there, it sounded like a party from outside. I walked in to see Jim and Chris standing in front of Amy’s bed, laughing about something. Brandon was still right by his wife’s side. And there she was. That still little nameless baby that I had taken out of Amy’s belly. “Hi.” Was all I could come out to say.

“Sophie!” Amy said with tears in her eyes.

I walked over to her side and reached in for a hug. “He is so gorgeous!” She whispered in my ear.

I could feel myself blush as I looked over at Chris, who looked so incredibly happy. “How is she?” I asked, looking over at the tiny person in her arms.

Amy smiled at her new daughter. “She’s perfectly healthy. You did a wonderful job.”

“Ey, you did a wonderful job. What’s her name?”

Brandon looked up. “Vivienne.”

I leaned over to the tiny, squirming baby in her arms and gently stroked her stomach with my fingers. “Hi Vivienne, I’m your aunt Sophie.”

“So what’s this I hear about you going to Australia?” Brandon asks.

I squint my eyes, and I could just feel Amy staring me down. She hated it when she didn’t know all of the news in my life before everyone else. Before I could say anything, I felt something heavy on my shoulder. “Sophie’s going to join me and the other guys when we go to Australia next Monday.” I heard Chris’s voice say.

When I opened my eyes, Amy’s eyes were practically popping out of her head. “Wow, that’s wonderful!” She handed Vivienne to Brandon and leaned in close to me. “I want to hear all details tonight.”

After a few more minutes I realized my shift was about to start, so I grabbed Chris and took him outside. “I’m going to be on for the next ten hours, so you should most definitely go.”

Chris nodded. “Definitely.”

I took his right hand and stroked his fingers. “How’s the wrist?”

“Oh, I almost forgot it was broken.” He chuckled.

There was a few minutes of us just staring at each other until Chris broke the silence. “You know, these past few days have been the weirdest of my life. But… also the best. I don’t know what it is about you. You’re just, different.”

A man had never said such sweet words to me, so my eyes immediately started to tear. I put my hand on his face and stroked his cheek. “I’ll call you when I’m done my shift.”

Chris leaned in pressed his lips against mine. This kiss was more passionate than before, since he started to involve much more tongue into the equation. So I returned the favor. We pulled away and he kissed my nose. “See you soon.”

 

 

 

PART EIGHT

 

 

 

Three hours into my shift I’d already come across two drunk drivers, one sociopath and an abandoned infant. This was my life. And basically, I was used to it. I went down to the cafeteria, picked up a salad and decided to eat it in Amy’s room. When I opened the door, she was playing with her new daughter. “Hey!” she said to me. “You got a break?”

I nodded and sat down in front of her. Vivienne was laughing hysterically at Amy’s fingers dangling in front of her. She reached her oh so tiny arms out and grabbed each one, examining it to try to figure out what it was. Then she just ended up falling asleep. “So,” Amy whispered, gently putting Vivi back in her crib. “how was this hot date?”

I ended up spending my entire break telling the story to Amy, and I’d completely forgotten about my salad, so I ate it up while she took it all in. “Wow.” she chuckled. “Wow!”

“Oh yeah.” I mumbled with my mouth full of lettuce.

“Australia! Oh my god, this is like, every girl’s dream! Running away to Australia with a gorgeous, rich man!” Amy waved her hands in the air. “Oh, I’m dizzy.”

I stabbed a crouton with my fork. “We’re not running away. I’ll be back in two and a half weeks.”

“And what do you think will happen in two and a half weeks. A whole lot, I tell yah. You’ll have to watch out for those paps taking pictures of you, making headlines about Chris’s “new girl”.”

I ignored the last thing Amy said, gave her and my new niece a kiss on the head and headed back to work. As soon as I got out the door I noticed Jim jogging down the hall, most likely looking for me. “What?” I said, getting his attention.

“Trauma.”

Shit. Trauma was, well, trauma. No pun intended. It was the area every doctor hated and tried to avoid during their shifts. This was the area well… well, where you’re most likely to kill someone.

I sprinted down the hall with Jim to the ER. There were two paramedics standing over a stretcher with loads of nurses surrounding them. “Details.” I said immediately, and started to push the stretcher to a room.

“Eleven year old boy in a car crash.” One of the paramedics said. “Severe injuries to the head, bleeding on the left side of the torso.”

When I looked down for the first time I saw this tiny, tiny body on this enormous bed. He had cinnamon brown hair and his eyes were shut tightly, and he had so many tubes coming out of him he looked like a water slide. Plus, his head was covered in scratches and bruises. When I looked down further, that was when I saw the blood. He had an enormous cut on his left side, and at least one of his legs were broken. “Okay, get him into the ER surgery room, we need to stitch up that side first.

A few seconds later I flew in and out of the scrubbing room and was ready for surgery. As I stood over him, I told the nurses to give him a shot of adrenaline to prevent him from going into a coma, then I began the procedure.

A few more seconds after that I realized he was internally bleeding from at least seven of his major organs.

A few more seconds after that the kid had cardiac tamponade.

And a few more seconds after that he stopped breathing.

Don’t ask me how I did it.

Don’t ask me to remember anything specific.

Those entire ten minutes of my life are a blur.

But.

About fifteen minutes later, he was stable.

After that ordeal I needed some fresh air, so I went out for a little walk in the freezing cold with Jim. For the first ten minutes I really didn’t say anything. “You okay?” Jim asked.

I just nodded, staring down at my incredibly steady hands.

“You were fantastic in there. Really. I’ve never seen anyone work that fast or that concentrated.”

“I can’t remember it.”

Jim hesitated for a minute. “What?”

I looked up at his face for what felt like the first time in years. “It… it happened really fast. Like, really fast. I can’t even remember what I did.”

“You saved his life.” Jim said.

 

Before I knew it, it was Monday. My eyes fluttered open to the sound of Chris’s cell phone ringing on the dresser. I turned to see him lying next to me, his head on my shoulder and his chest completely exposed. I kissed him on the forehead and stroked the top of his head. “Chris, Chris you’re phone’s ringing.”

A few seconds later his eyes fluttered open, and he smiled up at me. “Forget the phone.” he moaned, and kissed me passionately on the lips.

When I had a chance to stop him I slid out of bed and threw the phone at him. “Have you forgotten what today is?”

Chris looked completely baffled for a minute, then a wave of realization washed over his face, and he pressed accept on the phone. “Yeah. No, sorry, I was asleep. Yeah. Yeah, she’s here. Okay. Ten? When is that? Yeah. Kay. Bye.”

He looked up at me and grinned. “We’re off to Perth.”

 

 

 

PART NINE

 

 

I quickly got into a black tank top, jeans and boots. Chris changed into a black t-shirt and green cargo pants he’d brought in his suitcase. We both loaded our bags into Chris’s Range Rover sitting outside. It was a gorgeous morning. The sun was just warming up the city and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. When I walked down the steps I noticed someone standing on the street out of the corner of my eye. I dropped the last bag into the trunk and turned around. There was a man hovering behind a lamp post across the way, snapping pictures of the two of us. “How the hell did they find you?”

Chris looked up, moaned, and put another bag in the trunk. “Just ignore them.” He said. “They had to find out sometime.”

I smiled and got in the passenger seat of the car. Chris locked the front door of my place, and got in the driver’s seat. “Ready?”

I was more than ever. I didn’t want Chris to see it but I was incredibly excited. The last time I had ever been on vacation was probably when my parents were still alive, let alone ever with a rock star. Chris put the key in the ignition and turned the car on.

When we got to JFK, instead of doing what I was used to, being a regular citizen, Chris drove around to the back, basically where the planes were. When we got around the corner I noticed a smaller plane sitting right in front of us with an enormous “VIVA” written on the side. I couldn’t help but giggle.

Chris parked the car safely away from the planes and two men dressed in black suits took our bags. This was the life. I took Chris’s hand and we walked over to the plane where a familiar man was standing at the stairs. “Chris.” he said, giving him a rather manly hug. “Dr. Pitt.”

“Oh please,” I smiled brightly. “call me Sophie.”

I followed Chris up the fancy looking stairs onto an even fancier plane. The entire thing was cream colored. Cream colored walls, seats, and plasma t.v.s on the back of each one. The first thing I noticed though was the bar. “Soph”, Chris said, walking me down the plane. “this is our best friend Jonny Buckland.”

“Hi!” I said happily, friendly kissing me on the cheek. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Oh and you too! It’s finally nice to put a face to the person who’s been stealing our lead singer.”

I could see Chris’s face turning red out of the corner of my eye, and all I could do was laugh. Chris took me on to Will and Guy, who were both very sweet, talking about how Chris talks about me all the time. Every time they’d say something like “oh Chris never stops talking about you” or “this is the first time in a long time we’ve ever met one of his girlfriends” I could feel Chris squeeze my hand a little tighter.

We took our seats in the front and Chris got us a couple of bottles of water. He went up to the DVD player and yelled “Movie anyone?” through the plane.

“What do you got?” Will asked. “I’m so sick of Back to the Future.”

Chris flipped through a few DVDs, looked up at me and smiled. “This is my favorite movie. Ever.” he said, sticking a DVD in.

I smiled and looked at the screen in front of me. Suddenly “Psycho” started playing. “Are you kidding me?” I chuckled, as Chris put his arm around my shoulders. “This is my favorite movie.”

Chris kissed my head and pulled a warm blanket over us. “Seems like we have a little more in common than we thought.”

 

 

 

PART TEN

 

WARNING: some sexual content. not much.

 

 

My eyes fluttered open a few hours later. The movie was off, the plane was dead silent, and it was night… wherever we were. The sight was beautiful. Everything looked so peaceful and quiet from a few thousand feet up. I looked around the plane and saw Guy smiling at me. “Have a good nap?” he asked.

I nodded. “Where’s Chris?”

“He’s doing a phone interview in the other room. Hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” I said, getting up.

Guy stood up and walked over to a counter near the center of the plane and pulled out a plastic container. “My famous chicken salad sandwich. Seriously, even if you don’t like chicken salad, you’ll love this.”

I smiled. “Well it’s a good thing I love chicken salad.” I opened the container and took a small bite. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

He chuckled. “That’s what they all say.”

For the next couple of hours I got to know Guy, Jon and Will much better. Jonny taught me a little guitar which was incredibly embarrassing, because I have no musical talent at all. Will showed me pictures of his beautiful children and we talked a little bit about what it was like to be on the road all the time. Then I heard my cell phone ring, so I excused myself and dug through my purse. The caller ID read “Jim”.

“Hey!” I said cheerfully.

“Hey, Soph!” Jim said. “How’s the fancy vacation going so far?”

I chuckled and sat down. “Well, hasn’t really started yet. We’re still on the plane.”

“Oh, really? Wow, longer flight than I thought.” He sighed. “Well, I’ll let you get back.”

“Good to hear from you, Jim.”

I hung up the phone and looked up to see Chris walking out of the next room, now wearing a black t-shirt and blue boxers for pajamas. He smiled brightly when he saw me. “Hey, you’re up. Sorry I had to do that. Were you okay here?”

“Just fine.” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Your friends are very sweet.”

They all smiled as a thank you and we sat down in our seats. “Do you know how much longer we have?”

“No idea. Oh, I got you something. Well, my agent did.” He stood up and walked over to a garment bag and pulled the zipper down.

Inside was a beautiful electric blue one shoulder dress.

“Oh, Chris!” I said, holding the dress up to my chest. “It’s gorgeous! But why?”

“Well as soon as we get there we have to go to some charity event. If you don’t want to-”

Before he could finish I dropped the dress and kissed him on the lips. “I’d love to go.”

Chris grinned and pulled me in again for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put a hand up my shirt onto my bare back. Suddenly, he stopped and looked around. “You know… there’s a bedroom in the back.”

“Are you kidding?”

He shook his head.

I took my hands from his neck down to his hand and we slowly crept to the back of the plane, hopefully without anyone noticing. I opened the door to see a tiny bedroom with a twin bed in the back corner. Chris turned me around and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me passionately. I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt his hands pulling off my tank top. When I ripped his shirt off he went for my jeans, and got them off quite quickly. I giggled as he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed. “Condom?” I asked quickly.

Chris nodded and got a condom out of a drawer, then climbed back on top of me.

I tried to be as quiet as I could, but man. That was the most intense sex of my life.

 

 

 

PART ELEVEN (FINAL PART)

 

 

 

“Come on lovebirds, wake up.” Guy pounded on the door.

We weren't actually sleeping. After, well, you know, we just stayed up talking for hours. It was so nice being so incredibly close to him. “What is it, Guy?” Chris moaned.

“We're here. You need to get dressed and we gotta get going.”

I climbed out of bed and slipped on that beautiful blue dress. It fit perfectly. Chris of course wore a t-shirt with a blazer over top. That was his idea of fancy. I put my hair into a pretty elaborate bun and did my makeup quicker than usual. When I walked out of the bedroom four heads turned to my direction. The other three boys were actually wearing ties. “Wow, Soph.” Chris chuckled, his face blushing. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

I grinned and hooked arms with him. We all filed out of the plane into the humid Australian night. Thankfully there was an air conditioned car waiting for us, because I could feel my hair start to frizz. We all filed inside and I could feel myself starting to get a little panicked. I had never done this before, obviously. My idea of fancy was an actual meal in the hospital cafeteria, for Christ's sake.

And I had good reason to be nervous.

“Soph, this is Radiohead.”

“Soph, Noel Gallagher.”

“Oh, Sophie, this is Roger Daltrey.”

“Nelson Mandela, Sophie Pitt.”

After the first two hours of meeting world leaders and rock legends I was on the verge of tears. Because I knew exactly what was happening. There was a balcony no one seemed to be using because of the humidity, so I rushed out onto it and grabbed the first glass of wine I could find. I realized a few minutes later that I was crying my eyes out.

“Soph, hey, what's wrong?” Chris looked me in the eye. “God, what's wrong?”

“I can't do this Chris. I don't belong here.”

He furrowed his brow. “What? What are you talking about? You were getting along fine.”

“Chris,” I said more firmly. “I really really like you. Really. But I'm a doctor from New York City.”

Chris's face turned pink and his eyes started to water. “No, no, Sophie please don't do this.”

I started to sob. “I'm sorry. This never would've worked. I, I gotta go.”

As I walked towards the door I could hear Chris sobbing now too. He kept calling my name as I walked down the two flights of stairs through the royalty, down to the street and walked to the car. My makeup dripping off my face onto the beautiful gown, I grabbed my bags out of the car and walked to the nearest hotel I could find.

 

 

 

“It was the right thing to do.” I said quietly to Amy a few hours later.

Amy sighed. “When are you getting a flight back?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

I ended my call with Amy and curled up onto the bed. This was an absolute nightmare. The first man that I... I... my god. I realized right then and there that I was in love with him, which made everything much worse.

I didn't sleep at all that night. Just stared at a pack of gum on the nightstand for eight hours. Around noon I gathered up my things and got ready to leave. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was Phil. “I can't talk.” I said quietly.

“Chris, Chris is hurt!” Phil yelled.

I immediately became alert. “What? What happened?”

“He just finished Sound Relief and he just collapsed! We need your help, Soph, please!”

“I'm on my way.”

I hailed a taxi and told the driver to speed to wherever the Sound Relief was. When I got there Phil had given me automatic access to the back. I dropped my bags and sprinted backstage. “Soph!” Phil yelled from behind me.

“Where is he?” I asked immediately.

He pointed to a room in between us. I walked in and saw the boys all sitting around, Chris passed out on the couch. His face was beet red and was soaked in sweat. I knelt down next to him and felt his head. “Ice and water.” I said.

I saw someone out of the corner of my eye walk out of the room. “Chris?” I whispered, kissing his forehead. “Chris can you hear me?”

His eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at me. “Don't go back to New York.”

Tears started to fall down my cheeks again as his weak hands slowly pulled me closer. I kissed him. “No, no I'm staying right here.”

 

 

 

it's kind've wrapped up quickly... and well... not good. :uhoh:

 

hope you liked it! :D

I LOVED IT!!!:D:D:D awesome job, christina!:dance:

:cry: i'm just sad its over

but now you can work on the chase utley one!!:dance::D!!

LOVED see you soon though!!!!!!!!!:D:D:D

Schoolboys[/size][/color][/font]--Part 3

 

 

 

 

Will's POV

 

I stared long and hard at the poster, wondering if I should join the club. I played a few instruments, but what if I was the only one to show up? What if no one else was interested in this thing? I told myself I was being ridiculous; of course there would be people going.

 

All around me there were boys running for the exits. The moment the bell rang every day, everyone would run like mad to get out of the building. It was easier to wait until the initial rush was over than to try and join the flood of traffic in the halls.

 

I looked at the other posters on the wall. Maybe I could get a job.

 

As I was scanning them, someone threw their arm around my shoulders. I wasn’t a fan of physical contact, and I shrugged the arm off before turning to see who was behind me. It was a kid I had known from my old school...Adrian something.

 

I’d hated him.

 

“Jeez, Champion, what’s up with you?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Jumpy, are we?” he laughed, poking me in the ribs. I sighed, eager to get away from the idiot.

 

“Sorry, Adrian...I’ve got to go.” I said before I strode down the hallway. Behind me, I heard him talking to someone else.

 

“Martin! How’s it hanging, little man?” I turned around and was surprised to see Chris, the one who had so eagerly helped me out in the cafeteria. He didn’t look very happy.

 

“Shut up!” he snapped, walking right past Adrian. His eyes caught mine and he walked faster to catch up with me. He sighed and crossed his arms tightly.

 

“Um, are you okay?” I asked. Chris was making it obvious that something was bothering him, and I had a feeling he wanted someone to notice. To my surprise, he nodded.

 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he said abruptly.

 

‘This boy must have some pretty fierce mood swings.’ I thought. It seemed as if I was right, because in a few minutes, Chris looked cheerful.

 

“Come sit with us again tomorrow,” he suggested. “You’re good company.”

 

“Um...Okay.” I tentatively agreed, and Chris grinned.

 

“Oi, Jonny!” my companion called suddenly. I looked up to see his friend Jonny leaning against the side of the building.

 

“Hey, Chris!” he called back. “Oh! And Will.”

 

“Whatcha doin’, Jonny-boy?”

 

“Waiting for my mum.”

 

“Oh, me too!” cried Chris in mock surprise.

 

“NO! Really?” Jonny played along.

 

“Chris?” A new voice came to my left. I turned to see Guy Berryman from my gym class inching towards us.

 

“Hey, Guy!” said Jonny. Chris waved tentatively.

 

“Guy?”

 

“Will, I didn’t see you there!” sighed Guy, relieved that he knew me.

 

“Hi, how’ve you been?”

 

“Fine, thanks. Chris, I’m sorry about the...”

 

“Oh, this?” Chris gestured to the side of his head. “Don’t worry about it. So you know Jonny and Will?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Wow,” Chris remarked. “We all know each other.”

 

“I only met you this morning.” I reminded him. Guy nodded, still a bit nervous around everyone.

 

Jonny laughed. “As far as he’s concerned, that makes you good friends.”

 

“Jon!”

 

“Well, it’s true...OW!” Chris had stomped on his foot. Guy and I watched, bemused, as they proceeded to playfully attack one another. I shared a glance with the little Scottish kid, and the question in our eyes was the same. Am I going to regret this?

 

:wacky:

aw, I LOVED IT, KYRA!:dance::D

SyS: It was such a good fanfic. It was FaNtAstiC!

 

Schooldays: OH I've always wanted to see someone write one liket that! LUV it!:D

Hello! I've been lurking for a while, reading over all these wonderful fanfics and trying to gather up enough creativity to write one of my own. And finally I managed to come up with something. It's still a work in progress, but hopefully you'll like what I have so far.

 

Anyway, here's High Speed

Part One: Guy's POV

Rated PG-13 for Language

 

 

 

“So what do you guys want to do today? And everyone answer, not just Guy.”

 

I looked up from my book to scowl at Chris in irritation. He glanced back at me from the rearview mirror and grinned innocently, his blue eyes bright.

 

Will gave a groan from beside me and opened one eye to glare in Chris’s general direction. “Hell Chris, you’ve been driving nearly two hours. It’s obvious you’ve got somewhere in mind, so why do you even bother asking?”

 

“Just to make sure no one else has an opinion. You don’t have an opinion, right?”

 

I sighed. “No, Chris, we don’t. Because even if we did, you’d still take us wherever we’re going right now.”

 

He waited a beat before answering. “Yeah, you’re right. But don’t worry. You’ll all like where we’re going. Right, Jonny-Boy?”

 

A snore sounded from the seat in front of me. Chris laughed and nudged our sleeping friend.

 

“Chris, I swear, if you wake me up again you’re going to fucking pay,” Jonny growled sleepily, shifting in his seat so that his head rested against the window. Moments later, he began snoring softly again.

 

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, which read 9:21. Suppressing a groan, I wondered for the umpteenth time this morning why the hell I was up so early. And then I remembered why. Two simple words: Chris Martin.

 

“What’s wrong with you all? Florida heat finally get to you?” Chris accused, his tone light and playful.

 

“I wish it were that simple. It's easy to get rid of the heat...” Will muttered quietly beside me. “So where are we going anyway, O' Mighty Kidnapper?”

 

Chris shook his head. “Not telling. It’s a surprise.”

 

“Have we been there before?” I asked, glancing out the window, looking for a sign that would indicate where we were. Somewhere in South Florida, I knew. But beyond that, I hadn't the faintest idea of where we were, where Chris was taking us or how far it was until we got there.

 

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Chris replied vaguely, grinning and enjoying himself immensely.

 

“Fuck Chris, are we almost there yet? I don't know how much more of this I can handle” a new voice asked from behind me as ginger hair appeared in the corner of my eye, followed by a very annoyed, still half-asleep Phil.

 

“Yay, Phil’s awake!” Chris cheered, lifting his hands off the steering wheel for a moment to throw them upwards.

 

Phil and I looked at each other and exchanged glances. “Answer the damn question, Chris.”

 

His grin faded and he rolled his eyes. “Why are you all so cranky this morning? It’s not like I woke you up at the crack of dawn to drag you on a road trip without telling you where we were going. You should-“

 

Suddenly Jonny’s hand moved, punching Chris in the arm. Hard. Chris gave a yelp of surprise.

 

“I was kidding!” he said defensively, glaring at Jonny for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road.

 

Will gave a sigh of defeat and grabbed his iPod, stuffing the headphones into his ears. The car lapsed back into silence for a few minutes and I went back to reading my book.

 

The silence was short-lived, however. Fifteen minutes later Chris’s voice rang out again.

 

“We’re here!”

 

I glanced out the window to where I saw a sign reading ‘Car Parking This Way’ and an arrow pointing to the right. Looking farther, my eyes opened wide at the sight that greeted me.

 

I poked Will in the side. He opened his eyes and pulled the headphones out of his ears and followed my gaze.

 

“That’s huge.”

 

Chris was grinning again.

 

The car passed another sign. This one read ‘Welcome to Busch Gardens’.

 

“So this is the big secret?” Will asked, his voice playfully annoyed. “An amusement park?”

 

“Yep! I figured that since we end up going to Disney almost every time we have spare time in Florida, it was time we mixed things up a bit. So, with a little bit of research, I found this place.”

 

I had to admit, the Disney crowds were getting annoying.

 

Chris parked the car and poked the still-sleeping Jonny.

 

He stirred. “If we’re not there yet-“

 

“We are,” Will interrupted impatiently. “Come on, get up.”

 

We all got out of the car and looked around. The parking lot seemed nearly empty, especially compared to Disney. I was actually beginning to think I could enjoy today, if I could avoid most of the rides.

 

But with Chris, I knew that would be nearly impossible.

 

 

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By the way, See You Soon and Lovers in Japan were amazing! I loved them!

Chapter 3! :dance:

 

 

 

Guy's POV

 

I managed to get through the morning without thinking about how miserable I was. Up until this day, everything I saw reminded me of Scotland, and thinking about Scotland always brought angry tears to my eyes no matter where I was. It wasn’t like I hated England or anything; it was a great country. It just wasn’t home.

 

Sighing, I threw some of my books into my locker and yanked out a few others. At least it was time for art class. Art was one of the only things I looked forward to. I was good at math as well, but I didn’t particularly enjoy it.

 

One of the reasons I loved art so much was my teacher. She was young, graceful, optimistic...and I had to admit that I had a massive crush on her. Whenever she took a paintbrush or pencil from my hand, her hair would kiss the air near my face and I could smell her shampoo, which was usually rose-scented. Then I would blush embarrassingly as she added a line or two to my composition and made it perfect. My mum had met her once, and when she saw me again that night, she had smiled and told me how sweet my teacher was. She then asked me if I liked her, and I had growled ‘she’s fine’ before sprinting to my room.

 

Since I had skipped lunch in favor of sitting outside for a while, I had ten minutes before I needed to go to class. I decided to take an alternate route to the room, thinking it might help me learn my way around the school a little better. As I strode along the empty hallways, I saw a familiar face. Jonny, who was in my study period, was standing by some posters on the wall, running his finger along one of them. He was so occupied in reading the thing that he didn’t notice until I was a few feet away from him.

 

“Guy!” he said cheerfully. “How’s it going, man?” I blinked; surprised that he was treating me like we'd known each other for years.

 

“Just heading to the art room,” I shrugged. “I just thought I’d say hey.”

 

“Well, hey then.” said the other boy, smiling. I glanced at the poster he’d been reading. It was an advertisement asking musicians to form a new club. I didn’t pay much heed to it; I didn’t have any interest in clubs. But it did make me wonder if Jonny was any sort of musician.

 

“Do you, um, play something?” I asked, gesturing to the advert. He bit his lip uncomfortably.

 

“I play the guitar. I’m shit, though. Never had formal lessons.” I was surprised by his answer.

 

“I play a little bass.” I said quietly. Jonny’s eyes seemed to light up a bit.

 

“I’m trying to get my best friend to join this thing with me, but he doesn’t want to. Would you be interested?”

 

I shook my head immediately, and he shrugged. “Well, it was worth a shot. I’ll just keep bothering Chris about it, then.”

 

"Chris?" I asked. "He in your year?"

 

"Uh, yeah. Tall, lanky, blue-eyed, his uniform doesn't fit right...?"

 

"I think I met him, yeah. I, um...kicked a football into his face."

 

Jonny laughed. "So that's where that bruise is from! I thought he'd walked sideways into a door!"

 

"Shit, he has a bruise?" I asked, feeling slightly guilty.

 

"Oh, he's fine. It's small." Jonny looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed. "Well, I'll see you later. Maybe I'll catch you after school."

 

"Yeah, see you." I said as he waved and walked away. I bit my lip, his offer at the back of my mind. To be honest, I didn't want to join that club. I didn't like clubs much, I wasn't social enough for it.

 

I finally decided to think about it later as the hallway was filling up with pushy kids. At least it was time for art class.

 

 

Schoolboys[/size][/color][/font]--Part 3

 

 

 

 

Will's POV

 

I stared long and hard at the poster, wondering if I should join the club. I played a few instruments, but what if I was the only one to show up? What if no one else was interested in this thing? I told myself I was being ridiculous; of course there would be people going.

 

All around me there were boys running for the exits. The moment the bell rang every day, everyone would run like mad to get out of the building. It was easier to wait until the initial rush was over than to try and join the flood of traffic in the halls.

 

I looked at the other posters on the wall. Maybe I could get a job.

 

As I was scanning them, someone threw their arm around my shoulders. I wasn’t a fan of physical contact, and I shrugged the arm off before turning to see who was behind me. It was a kid I had known from my old school...Adrian something.

 

I’d hated him.

 

“Jeez, Champion, what’s up with you?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Jumpy, are we?” he laughed, poking me in the ribs. I sighed, eager to get away from the idiot.

 

“Sorry, Adrian...I’ve got to go.” I said before I strode down the hallway. Behind me, I heard him talking to someone else.

 

“Martin! How’s it hanging, little man?” I turned around and was surprised to see Chris, the one who had so eagerly helped me out in the cafeteria. He didn’t look very happy.

 

“Shut up!” he snapped, walking right past Adrian. His eyes caught mine and he walked faster to catch up with me. He sighed and crossed his arms tightly.

 

“Um, are you okay?” I asked. Chris was making it obvious that something was bothering him, and I had a feeling he wanted someone to notice. To my surprise, he nodded.

 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he said abruptly.

 

‘This boy must have some pretty fierce mood swings.’ I thought. It seemed as if I was right, because in a few minutes, Chris looked cheerful.

 

“Come sit with us again tomorrow,” he suggested. “You’re good company.”

 

“Um...Okay.” I tentatively agreed, and Chris grinned.

 

“Oi, Jonny!” my companion called suddenly. I looked up to see his friend Jonny leaning against the side of the building.

 

“Hey, Chris!” he called back. “Oh! And Will.”

 

“Whatcha doin’, Jonny-boy?”

 

“Waiting for my mum.”

 

“Oh, me too!” cried Chris in mock surprise.

 

“NO! Really?” Jonny played along.

 

“Chris?” A new voice came to my left. I turned to see Guy Berryman from my gym class inching towards us.

 

“Hey, Guy!” said Jonny. Chris waved tentatively.

 

“Guy?”

 

“Will, I didn’t see you there!” sighed Guy, relieved that he knew me.

 

“Hi, how’ve you been?”

 

“Fine, thanks. Chris, I’m sorry about the...”

 

“Oh, this?” Chris gestured to the side of his head. “Don’t worry about it. So you know Jonny and Will?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Wow,” Chris remarked. “We all know each other.”

 

“I only met you this morning.” I reminded him. Guy nodded, still a bit nervous around everyone.

 

Jonny laughed. “As far as he’s concerned, that makes you good friends.”

 

“Jon!”

 

“Well, it’s true...OW!” Chris had stomped on his foot. Guy and I watched, bemused, as they proceeded to playfully attack one another. I shared a glance with the little Scottish kid, and the question in our eyes was the same. Am I going to regret this?

 

 

I'm a bit confused - you have Chapter 3 and Part 3 :confused:

And I LOVE this fanfic, can't wait for the next part! :dance:

Hello! I've been lurking for a while, reading over all these wonderful fanfics and trying to gather up enough creativity to write one of my own. And finally I managed to come up with something. It's still a work in progress, but hopefully you'll like what I have so far.

 

Anyway, here's High Speed

Part One: Guy's POV

Rated PG-13 for Language

 

 

 

“So what do you guys want to do today? And everyone answer, not just Guy.”

 

I looked up from my book to scowl at Chris in irritation. He glanced back at me from the rearview mirror and grinned innocently, his blue eyes bright.

 

Will gave a groan from beside me and opened one eye to glare in Chris’s general direction. “Hell Chris, you’ve been driving nearly two hours. It’s obvious you’ve got somewhere in mind, so why do you even bother asking?”

 

“Just to make sure no one else has an opinion. You don’t have an opinion, right?”

 

I sighed. “No, Chris, we don’t. Because even if we did, you’d still take us wherever we’re going right now.”

 

He waited a beat before answering. “Yeah, you’re right. But don’t worry. You’ll all like where we’re going. Right, Jonny-Boy?”

 

A snore sounded from the seat in front of me. Chris laughed and nudged our sleeping friend.

 

“Chris, I swear, if you wake me up again you’re going to fucking pay,” Jonny growled sleepily, shifting in his seat so that his head rested against the window. Moments later, he began snoring softly again.

 

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, which read 9:21. Suppressing a groan, I wondered for the umpteenth time this morning why the hell I was up so early. And then I remembered why. Two simple words: Chris Martin.

 

“What’s wrong with you all? Florida heat finally get to you?” Chris accused, his tone light and playful.

 

“I wish it were that simple. It's easy to get rid of the heat...” Will muttered quietly beside me. “So where are we going anyway, O' Mighty Kidnapper?”

 

Chris shook his head. “Not telling. It’s a surprise.”

 

“Have we been there before?” I asked, glancing out the window, looking for a sign that would indicate where we were. Somewhere in South Florida, I knew. But beyond that, I hadn't the faintest idea of where we were, where Chris was taking us or how far it was until we got there.

 

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Chris replied vaguely, grinning and enjoying himself immensely.

 

“Fuck Chris, are we almost there yet? I don't know how much more of this I can handle” a new voice asked from behind me as ginger hair appeared in the corner of my eye, followed by a very annoyed, still half-asleep Phil.

 

“Yay, Phil’s awake!” Chris cheered, lifting his hands off the steering wheel for a moment to throw them upwards.

 

Phil and I looked at each other and exchanged glances. “Answer the damn question, Chris.”

 

His grin faded and he rolled his eyes. “Why are you all so cranky this morning? It’s not like I woke you up at the crack of dawn to drag you on a road trip without telling you where we were going. You should-“

 

Suddenly Jonny’s hand moved, punching Chris in the arm. Hard. Chris gave a yelp of surprise.

 

“I was kidding!” he said defensively, glaring at Jonny for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road.

 

Will gave a sigh of defeat and grabbed his iPod, stuffing the headphones into his ears. The car lapsed back into silence for a few minutes and I went back to reading my book.

 

The silence was short-lived, however. Fifteen minutes later Chris’s voice rang out again.

 

“We’re here!”

 

I glanced out the window to where I saw a sign reading ‘Car Parking This Way’ and an arrow pointing to the right. Looking farther, my eyes opened wide at the sight that greeted me.

 

I poked Will in the side. He opened his eyes and pulled the headphones out of his ears and followed my gaze.

 

“That’s huge.”

 

Chris was grinning again.

 

The car passed another sign. This one read ‘Welcome to Busch Gardens’.

 

“So this is the big secret?” Will asked, his voice playfully annoyed. “An amusement park?”

 

“Yep! I figured that since we end up going to Disney almost every time we have spare time in Florida, it was time we mixed things up a bit. So, with a little bit of research, I found this place.”

 

I had to admit, the Disney crowds were getting annoying.

 

Chris parked the car and poked the still-sleeping Jonny.

 

He stirred. “If we’re not there yet-“

 

“We are,” Will interrupted impatiently. “Come on, get up.”

 

We all got out of the car and looked around. The parking lot seemed nearly empty, especially compared to Disney. I was actually beginning to think I could enjoy today, if I could avoid most of the rides.

 

But with Chris, I knew that would be nearly impossible.

 

 

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By the way, See You Soon and Lovers in Japan were amazing! I loved them!

 

 

:surprised: This is very very good! Can't wait to read the next part :)

 

“Yay, Phil’s awake!” Chris cheered, lifting his hands off the steering wheel for a moment to throw them upwards.

 

that bit made me laugh :lol: I can totally picture Chris saying/doing that.

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART ONE

 

 

“Dr. Pitt.” I heard someone call from behind me.

Of course turned around to see Layla standing there. “Just get one of the nurses to take blood if you can't.”

She shook her blond hair wildly. “I have a new patient for you.”

I walked up to her and took the file out of her hands. “Is this for real?”

“He just came in. His hand's pretty screwed up.”

I walked out of the conference room and down to where he should be. “You don't use screwed up, Layla. That's not a term a doctor would use, is it?”

When I opened the curtain four eyes looked up at me. There was one man sitting in a chair with brown spiky hair and almond brown eyes. The other one was sitting on the patient bed holding his hand. He was pale, and had curly, cinnamon brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. “Mr. Martin, I'm Doctor Sophie Pitt.” I said, shooing Layla out of the room. “What seems to be the problem?”

Chris stared into my eyes for a few more seconds, shook his head as if he was shaking something off, then smiled widely. “I seem to have hurt my hand.”

The other man stood up. “He was playing the guitar, ever so fast and his hand got like stuck in the strings.”

I smiled and nodded. “Let's have a look.”

The sides of his wrist were red with bruises and his palm was severely swollen. As I gently poked and prodded at his enormous hands I suddenly felt his eyes on me. Usually this freaks me out but for some reason I got shivers up and down my spine. Yes, he was incredibly gorgeous but, well, he was a patient.

“Okay Mr. Martin-”

“Please, call me Chris.”

I smiled. “Chris. Call me Sophie. I'm not too sure yet but from what I see it seems to be a very severe fracture.”

“Shit.” The other man muttered.

“Phil.” Chris said to the other man. “Shut up.”

The two of them stared at me until I would say something else. “Um, we'll have some x-rays done then I'll come back to make sure I was right.”

I walked out the door and handed the order to the nurse. When I went back to the conference room I noticed my friend Jim was now sitting at one of the tables, snacking on some sort of chip. I grabbed a Snickers bar from the machine and sat down next to him. “Fuck, Jim.”

His bright, blue gray eyes looked up at me. “W...what?”

I tore open the Snickers and chomped down. Then, I immediately felt more relaxed. “Why does this job have to suck so much? This morning I had two kids who bit me when I tried to take blood, then a psychopathic pregnant woman who claimed she'd never had sex. Oh, and I just got back from some gorgeous pervert checking me out.”

He grinned. “Gorgeous pervert?”

“Yes!” I spit through the giant bites of candy. “He was gorgeous, but he was a perv. Well, he just looked at me but he was still a freak.”

“We're doctors.” He sighed. “We see it all. Well, I got to go pick Katie up from day care. I'll see you tonight.”

I smiled legitimately for the first time that day. “Bye. Tell her I say “Hi”!”

Five minutes after Jim had left my candy bar was sadly gone. I contemplated getting another one but remembered that cake I had yesterday for one of the nurse's birthdays. Suddenly Layla blew into the room and ruined my mood. Again. “Dr. Pitt? Chris Martin's X-rays are back.”

I snatched the files from her and held the photos up to the light. When I had my answer, I shoved the photos back in her hand and walked back to Chris's room. “Chris. Phil.” I said as I opened the door. Ugh, there was that smile again. So beautiful. “Well, it seems that I was right. You fractured a bone in your finger. I see it a lot with musicians. I'll put a cast on it right now.”

Phil stood up and started to walk over to me. “When will it be... well... better?”

“About six weeks.” I said while grabbing all the cast materials out from the shelves.

Chris just kept smiling, even though his hand was practically black now. I slid over on the stool to him, and gently started dabbing his wrist in water. “So, you're a doctor. How's that working?” he asked.

I looked up at him like he just asked me if the sky was blue. “It's... well it is what it is. What color cast do you want.”

“Oh god.” Chris giggled. “I don't know! This is probably one of the hardest decisions of my life! Um... what do you think?”

I felt like I was back in pediatrics. Even though he was acting like a kid, it made me laugh. “Um, how about red?”

“No, no I don't want red. Pick another.”

“Green?”

“Nah.”

“Oh, here we go. Blue.” I said, holding up the bandage box.

Chris nodded frantically. “Yes! Blue! I love blue! Great choice.”

We both laughed. There was something about this guy I'd never seen in any other men. Or patients for that matter. For one thing, he hasn't tried to smack my ass yet. “So.” I said, feeling a little more relaxed. “You're a world famous singer. How's that working?”

He laughed, while watching me put the bandages on. “It is what it is.”

I giggled. I'll admit it, he was cute. We were talking for about twenty minutes about random things. At first he was talking about Phil, which pissed Phil off, so he stopped. Then he asked me about how hard it was to become a doctor, and I think I rambled a little too much on that subject. He didn't seem to show it, though. Then I was finished. “Okay, you're good to go.”

Chris looked disappointed. He looked up at me with those sad, puppy dog blue eyes. “That's it?”

“That's it.” For some reason I felt disappointed too. This conversation helped me get off my anger. “I'll have Layla come in and get your discharge papers. Have a good day, Chris. Phil.”

When I was walking out I could've sworn I noticed Phil mouthing something to Chris. I closed the door and took in my surroundings for a minute. Layla was waiting for me at the end of the hall with anther file in her hands, so I headed down her direction. Suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and I saw Chris smiling down at me. God, he was tall. “Hey Sophie, um, so sorry to bother you. But you know, my hand hurts like hell so I'm really going to need a drink. Whenever you get done your shift, would you like to go get one with me?”

I felt butterflies in my stomach. Something about him. God, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I smiled to let him know I liked the idea, but I couldn't speak yet. A seconds later I coughed. “Um, yeah. Well, I actually have to work all night but what about tomorrow?”

Chris's face lit up. “Yes! Tomorrow's perfect! Um, can I have your number?”

I took a Sharpie out of my scrubs pocket. “Do you have paper?”

Chris looked a little flustered for a minute, then laughed, and held up his new blue cast. I chuckled and signed my name and number. “See you tomorrow.”

 

 

 

PART TWO

 

 

Two A.M. and I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. Maybe it was the fact that he was so famous, but, I didn't really feel like he was. He acted just like every other patient I'd had. The only other celebrity I had ever treated was some football player, and he kept complaining to me about how incompetent I was. Oh, he also kept asking me if I knew who he was. I can't even remember his name.

Around two thirty I had a twenty minute break so I decided to get some real food in the cafeteria, since I'd been living on candy and chips for the last 23 hours. When I was walking down the stairs, I felt my right pocket vibrate. I reached down and noticed my Blackberry said a very odd number was calling me. Since I usually didn't answer odd numbers, I didn't know what to do. But then I remembered Chris. “Hello?” I said in a confused tone.

“Is this too quick to call? God, I'm so bad at this shit.” I heard his soft spoken voice.

He made me grin. “No, no it isn't. I was actually hoping it was you.”

For some reason I could hear him smiling on the other line. “I know this great, quiet little place right by the Empire State Building. It's called Dubbin's. Want to meet me there at seven?”

Thankfully I knew where Dubbin's was. “See you then.”

Hearing Chris's voice got me through the rest of my shift. I'd had two head traumas, a stab victim and some homeless man brought in a sick dog, and for some reason I had patience for them all. On a regular day I might have killed them on purpose. My shift ended at seven A.M., so I quickly got changed into my street clothes and got ready to leave. When I was walking by the conference room, I noticed Jim inside, so I went in. “Hey. I'm heading out.”

Jim looked up at me. His face was pale and his eyes were saying something to me that they'd never said before. “Katie's missing.”

My heart sunk. Katie was not the kind of four year old that would just run off because daddy didn't give her a cookie. Jim and Katie were so close, ever since Jim's wife Debbie passed away two years ago. She was all she had left of her. “Oh god.” My voice shook. “Okay, um. She couldn't have gotten too far. Where was the last place she was seen?”

“Right outside daycare.” Jim said. He looked like he was about to cry. “Apparently some kids were bullying her, she got upset and they didn't see her again.”

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to think. Katie loved the park. There was this tree that Jim and her would sit in and yell at the top of their lungs whenever they were sad or mad. That was it. I opened my eyes. “Follow me.” I said, and sprinted out the door.

Jim's footsteps weren't too far behind, so I kept running. All the way out the door of the hospital, down four blocks to Central Park. It was absolutely freezing, so that made me run faster for two reasons; if I stopped I would've froze to death from just wearing a sweater and I knew that Katie must've been cold, wherever she was. The sun was just rising over the coast, and wouldn't be warming things up for at least another three hours. I stopped at the giant Oak tree and tried to catch my breath. Not to my surprise, there were two small pink shoes sitting about ten feet up in the tree. Jim stared at me, and since I couldn't say anything I just pointed. “Oh, God, Katie!” He said with relief. “Thank God!”

About ten minutes later Jim and I were sitting up in the tree with Katie in between us. “You want to tell us what happened?”

Her bright red hair was all blown around from the winter wind. She still had a little pink Barbie backpack on her back, and her bright blue eyes would not look up at either of us. “You can go.” Jim whispered. “I can't thank you enough for thinking of this.”

I smiled. “I want to hear what happened... if she'd tell us.”

Katie rolled her little eyes and took a deep breath. “There was this kid and he was bullying me. He said my hair was ugly. So the teacher didn't say anything and that made me mad. I don't wanna be there daddy. They're mean.”

I was now sitting there while Jim was being the great dad he was, talking Katie through her first bullying. While waiting, I started to think about my first bullying. I was in first grade. Lets just say I probably weighed more than all the kids in my class combined.

“Soph? We can go now.” Jim said, popping me out of my bubble.

We carefully got Katie out of the tree, passing her to each other like an assembly line, then the three of us walked out of Central Park to my place. “Well, thanks again.” Jim said, picking an exhausted Katie up.

“Oh, don't mention it. Good night, Katie.” I said, putting a gentle hand on her back.

After I got a mutter of a 'good night', I gave Jim a friendly kiss on the cheek and headed inside. Thankfully my heat was on high from the way I had left it a few days earlier. The living room was so perfect. Warm, and silent. I threw my bag on the ground and passed out on the couch.

The next morning I woke up around 11 A.M.. My head was pounding from the long night before, but everything stopped when I remembered I was going out with Chris Martin that night. I threw on a screaming hot pot of coffee and called my best friend Amy. “Do you realize how early it is now?” she snapped.

I grinned. “You've always been a late sleeper. Listen, I need a nice outfit. Since you always keep telling me I need better clothes this is your chance to help me out.”

Amy was shuffling something around on the other line. “What is it... some sort of corporate meeting with all you smart doctors?”

I didn't say anything.

“Oh God. This isn't really happening, is it? You have a date?” she yelled.

“It's not a date!” I snapped immediately. “I'm just going out for a drink with someone.”

There was silence on the other line. “Who is he? God, did you save his life? Oh, such a fantastic love story!”

“Would you just shut up and get down here?” I said while pouring out the coffee.

“I want to know his name.” She demanded.

Shit. Amy was going to freak out. She wasn't that big of a fan of Coldplay but, she was an enormous fan of celebrities. “Um... Chris.”

Amy groaned. “Chris what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters!” I could hear keys being picked up in the background. “I need to know!”

I put the cup of coffee down on the table and braced for impact. “Chris Martin.”

 

 

 

PART THREE

 

 

 

 

After twenty minutes of screaming Amy was on her way. I went upstairs to get rid of anything I bought without her consent. Amy's the kind of person who... well... takes charge of- oh, how do I say this nicely? Everything. When my sister got married, I was the Maid of Honor. The entire wedding came out of Amy's mind. Don't get my wrong, I love her with all my heart but, sometimes she's a little... crazy.

Ten minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I jogged down the stairs and opened it to see Amy still ecstatic about who I was going out with that night. My, she was glowing. Her bright red hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing a blue jogging suit. Something about pregnant women and jogging suits. I guess they're just comfortable to wear. She also had an enormous gym bag slung over her shoulder.

I reached over her belly and gave her enormous hug. “Hey, darling! Good to see you.” I said, and bent down to give her belly a kiss. “Hey, Nathan. You're not going to come tonight, are you? Please don't. For aunt Sophie's sake.”

“He'll be here any day now. Don't worry. I'll call you if he does.” Amy smiled. “You're the only one I want to deliver him. Okay, let's get started.”

I felt Amy's hand grab mine and pull me up to my bedroom. I felt proud to see everything organized in my closet. That was the first time in ages. God, it felt so good to have some time off. When you're a doctor you live at the hospital. But since I worked overtime this week my chief gave me today and tomorrow off.

I sat down on the bed and as Amy threw her bag on the chair and began rummaging. “So,” I sighed, watching her with fascination. “how's the husband?”

“Oh Brandon?” She said, holding up a blouse then throwing it over her shoulder. “He's wonderful. Hasn't been sleeping at all lately, but wonderful.”

“He's just excited.”

Amy threw another blouse over her shoulder. “We all are.” She turned around and grinned again. “So, have you talked to Chris?”

I felt myself blushing for some reason and I shook my head. “Not since yesterday. Oh, how about that one?”

She looked at me and back at the cream colored tank top. “This can be an option. Then we can pair this with a black pea coat, jeans, and boots. Do you have any of these things?”

I stared into my closet of scrubs and long sleeved t-shirts, and shook my head. Three hours later Amy had exactly what she wanted me to wear laid out onto my bed. “Perfect.” I said, putting the size six boots on the floor. “Now what shall we do?”

Amy raised her eyebrows. “Well, I could use a nice couch and a cup of tea.”

So, I helped Amy slowly get down the stairs and sat her down on my couch. She took off her sandals and rested her swollen ankles as I put a pot of tea on. “So,” she said. “how far do you think you're going to get tonight?”

“Oh shut up.” I said with a smile on my face. “He's a really sweet guy. But I don't even know if he wants any of that.”

Amy was silent for a few seconds then she looked back at me. “You're kidding, right?” I shook my head. “Oh, Sophie. Look at yourself. You're a successful, single, beautiful doctor. I think every man would want that with you. Hell, they want that with a tree. But I'm getting off the point. He obviously liked you. The boy asked you out for a drink! Now get that self esteem up and realize that you are liked.”

That made me get more excited about that night. I really liked Chris. Even though we only talked for about twenty minutes, there was something about him that I wanted to see more of. He was unlike any other man I had ever met. Looks and personality. But who was I kidding? Chris is an enormously famous singer. I'm just a New York doctor. What do I have?

I handed Amy a scolding hot cup of green tea, just the way she liked it. She smiled to thank me and exhaled. “Do you think you're ready for this?”

“Nathan?”

She nodded.

I had to think about that one for a few seconds. “Yeah.” I finally replied. “I know it's been three years since the last baby I delivered but, I took the training class with the residents and things came back. Plus, it's your baby.”

An hour later Brandon picked Amy up and they drove home. I felt really good after the talk I had with Amy. We basically went through what would happen on the big day step by step. The talk made both of us feel more relaxed.

When I closed the door behind her I realized it was five o'clock. Shit. I needed to get ready. The butterflies in my stomach led me up the stairs to the shower. I jumped in and out in about twenty minutes, then went over my outfit again. Amy had left me a black military style coat, a purple tank top, ripped blue jeans and tall black boots. It was nothing like I'd ever worn but, it was still me. Now was when I started to get really excited, but then I realized. We were just having drinks. If I went there too hyper he would think I was some sort of freak.

I got dressed, grabbed a black scarf out of the closet and headed out the door. It was actually pretty warm that night. Not too cold, not too hot, so I decided to walk to Dubbins which was only a few blocks away so I got there at just about seven. Before walking in, I took in a deep breath of fresh air, then opened the door.

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

PART FIVE

 

 

I woke up the next morning to the smell of crackling bacon coming from the kitchen. God, I hadn’t smelled that since my last boyfriend. I can’t even remember when that was. When I sat up this pounding headache hit me like a ton of bricks. “Holy shit.” I moaned, holding my head.

“Oh, you’re up!” I heard Chris’s voice say from behind me. Then he appeared at my side with a cup of coffee. “Here, take this. I promise it will help.”

I looked at what he had in his hand. “An Asprin and an antacid?”

Chris grinned. “Don’t judge me. I promise you it works!”

I reluctantly took them out of his hand and shoved them down my throat with a splash of some of the best coffee I’d ever tasted. Suddenly I felt a rush of relief in my head. “Jesus, how did you know that works?”

“Old trick my dad would use for himself. Now come and get breakfast.”

I stood up to see my worn out table completely set for two, with a beautiful bouquet sitting in the middle. “Daisies. How did you know I love Daisies?”

Chris flipped a pancake. “Guessed.”

I sat down at the head of the table and a few minutes later a fresh pile of pancakes and a side of bacon were in front of me. Since I hadn’t eaten real food in days, I dug in. Chris’s eyes watched me with satisfaction for a few seconds then he dug in himself. “You know, I remembered something.”

I looked up with confusion, Chris laughed. “I didn’t get to tell you four things no one knows about me last night.”

At first I was completely shocked that he’d bring the subject up, so I put down my fork and knife. “Okay, let’s go.”

Chris set his silverware down and put a finger on his temple. “Um, okay. These are going to be shit.”

We sat there in silence for a few seconds.

“I cheated on more than seven tests in University.”

I chuckled. “I totally have you beat on that one.”

“I broke my sister’s boyfriends nose when she was seventeen.”

“People know that! Okay, since you really can’t think of any, gimme one more. And make it good.”

Chris looked up at me and shifted his weight in my direction. “I tried to kill myself once.”

At first I thought he was joking, but the seriously saddened look on his face made me realize he wasn’t kidding. “Oh, um. You really didn’t have to tell me that if you didn’t want to.”

He looked up and gently put a hand on mine. “For some reason I feel extra comfortable with you. Like, I can tell you anything in the world.”

I smiled and played with the tips of his fingers. “You want to talk about what happened?”

Chris sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Well, I was six. My parents had just had my first brother, Matthew. So they were basically doting over him and I felt incredibly left out. Like, they didn’t love me or whatever. So, I went up onto the roof and I was about to jump off when my dad called me. Matthew got real sick, and it was then that I realized that if I did hurt myself, he wouldn’t have an older brother to look out for him.”

I took my hand off his and replaced it on his cheek. Since he hadn’t shaved he was getting a bit of a five o’clock shadow. I could feel it under my thumb as I gently stroked his face. He just kept smiling at me, and a seconds later my lips were pressed against his. I had just met the man two fucking days ago, and I already had so much feeling for him. This was something I really, really couldn’t explain. After about a minute I pulled away from him and we just sat there, resting our foreheads on each others. A while later we resumed our breakfast, holding each other’s hands when Chris finally said something. “You know, I have to go to Perth in a week.”

My heart sunk. “When will you be back?”

Chris’s eyes widened. “Probably not for a while.”

Shit. Just when I meet one of the sweetest guys ever, he flies off to be a big singer. Why, why do I always fuck myself over? After a few more minutes of silence then Chris set his silverware down. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Again, he must’ve been joking. I looked up to see his bright blue eyes staring straight through me, looking for an answer. “W…what?”

“Come with me.” he said again, like it was no big deal.

I ran a hand through my chocolate brown hair. “Chris, I, I have a job.”

“Don’t you have any vacation time?”

Now the idea became more rational. I did have seven weeks of vacation time because well, I never went on vacation. Chief probably could do without me, right? “Are you sure?”

Chris gently wiped a stray hair off of my face. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

This incredibly relaxing, incredibly exciting moment was interrupted completely by my phone ringing. I reached over to the coffee table and flipped it open. “Hello?” I said happily.

“Soph?” Amy panted. “Oh God, Sophie!”

I stood up, immediately alert by the tone in Amy’s voice. “What? What’s wrong?"

“The baby’s coming! Oh God, can you meet us at the hospital?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

PART SIX.

 

 

I busted through the doors of the hospital with Chris slowly following behind me. The entire place was a mess as usual, so I went up to Shawna, one of the maternity nurses. “Where's Amy Nelson's room?” I asked incredibly quickly.

“Room seven, doctor.” she said while checking out Chris, who looked incredibly overwhelmed.

I took Chris's hand and sprinted to room seven. When we got there, I quickly found a nurse to get me scrubs. “Do you want to wait out here?” I asked Chris while trying to catch my breath.

Chris nodded. “They don't let paps in here, do they?”

I pointed to the waiting room and gave him a kiss on the neck. “If you have problems with anyone, and I mean anyone, let Shawna know. She'll take them out herself.”

After Chris was safely sitting in the waiting room I walked into Amy's room. When I got in there were tons of flowers sitting in every corner and every open space. My guess was Brandon bought all of them. He was sitting right by her side, squeezing her hand so hard it was turning pink. Amy was just about asleep when I got in, which meant she must've been almost ready for her C- section. “Hi.” I whispered to Brandon.

He got up slowly and gave me a hug. “Thank you so much for being here. Amy told me you had a hot date.”

I giggled. “Do you know how many centimeters dilated she is?”

Brandon shook his head. “All they said was they'll get started when you arrive.”

That must've meant she was being taken care of by nurses, who had no idea what they were doing. So I checked her chart for myself. “She seems to be just about ready.”

I jumped into my scrubs as the doctors sent Amy and Brandon down to the delivery room. When I walked out of the women's bathroom I noticed Chris, sitting there all alone, reading some sort of sports magazine. “You really don't have to stay.” I said. “Really. I feel so bad dragging you through this.”

Chris looked up and smiled. “Are you kidding? This is the most interesting thing to happen to me in a long time.”

“Better than the Grammys?”

He nodded. “Way better.”

Suddenly Chris stood up and gently put a hand on my neck. “You sure you're ready for this?”

How did this man know exactly what I was thinking. “Do you think I am?”

Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I pulled him in and stuffed my head into his incredibly sweet smelling shoulders. We must've been there for at least ten minutes until I heard Shawna call me. “They're ready.” she said, giving me an odd smile.

I let go of Chris and kissed him on the lips. “Really, if you want to go, go.”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

A few minutes later I was in the deliver room, completely rejuvenated and ready for this. Amy was already on the table and she was awake, talking to Brandon. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Sophie!” Amy screamed, slightly drugged. “How was the hot date? Brandon told me you came in wearing the same thing you wore last night. Did you get lucky?”

“You're about to have a baby.”

“I know, I know. Did you?”

After a few minutes they had Amy under the anesthesia. I took the incision knife and gently cut my best friend's stomach six inches. The entire room was completely quiet, and a few seconds later I was at the uterus. I gently cut the top of the uterus and the first thing I saw was a tiny foot, moving around inside this clear bubble. Once I had my new nice or nephew completely exposed to the world, I noticed their tiny neck was wrapped around the umbilical cord.

Two hours and a lot of gentle cutting and pulling and stitching later, I stumbled out into the waiting room, where Brandon and Chris looked like they were getting along pretty well. When I was about ten feet away from them, they both looked up and immediately walked up to me, waiting for me to say something. Anything.

My eyes started to tear up as Brandon stared at me like he was trying to stare the answer out of me. I looked him straight into his big, almond brown eyes and smiled. “Congratulations, Brandon. You have a daughter.”

 

 

PART SEVEN

 

 

After I revealed the news to Brandon that he actually had a daughter instead of a son, Amy and him were sitting in her room deciding on a name while I was sitting in the waiting room with Chris. “My hands are still shaking.” I said, squeezing my fingers inside my fists. I looked up at Chris and put a hand on his arm. “I would love to go to Australia with you.”

Chris smiled brightly. “Really? Cause, I really thought you didn’t like the idea.”

“No, no I just, I’m not the kind of person who gets up and goes to Australia with Chris Martin.” I laughed. “I really like you. And I don’t want to screw this over. Plus, some time away would do me well. So you want to wait here while I go talk to my Chief?”

He shook his head. “I’m actually going to go in and talk with your friends. Brandon’s a great guy.”

I nodded and we headed our separate ways. The hospital was at the peak of it’s busy time as I weaved my way through the nurses and patients. Then I saw Jim walk out of the conference room. He looked at me with bulged eyes. “What the hell is going on? Amy goes into labor and you don’t call me?”

The only thing I could do was give him a big hug. “I’m sorry.” I whispered quietly, then let go of him. “I just, I’ve had a lot on my plate.”

“The hot date.”

I nodded. “The hot date.”

Ten minutes later I’d explained the entire thing to Jim over a couple of Snickers bars. “Wow.” He chuckled. “Wow!”

“Yeah. Don’t expect me to be surprised if you’re shocked because,” I bit into the candy. “hell, I’m shocked too.”

Jim smiled sweetly. “I’m happy for you, Soph. It’s good to take some chances in your life. I just, I don’t want you to rush into things.”

I shook my head vigorously. “I’m not. Don’t worry. I haven’t changed my entire look at life completely.”

He nodded and chomped down on his candy. “Have you told Chief Hopkins yet?”

“I was actually on my way to do that now, when I saw you.”

Jim stood up. “Well go! If you don’t mind, I’m going to go make sure I approve of your rock star boyfriend.”

Jim always knew how to make me laugh, even when I really didn’t need it. He was like my older, incredibly protective brother. Or my father.

I left the conference room more refreshed and headed to Chief’s office. Chief was always nice to me because I worked so much overtime, so I really, really hoped he was in a good mood. For some reason I really wanted to go to Australia for two and a half weeks with a practical stranger. “Come in.” Chief said after I knocked on the door.

When I opened his heavy wooden door, he was sitting behind his desk working on patient files. “Oh, Dr. Pitt. Excellent job on Amy’s C-section.”

Good start. “Thank you, Chief.” I sat down in front of him, which made him look up from his work. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “Shoot.”

“I need two and a half weeks of vacation time, starting next Monday.”

Chief chuckled, and stroked his salt and pepper beard. “Well it’s about time. What made the change in heart?”

I sighed in relief. “It’s a really, really long story. I just think it’s about time I took some time off for myself. Gather my thoughts, you know the whole deal.”

“I think it’ll be good for you. Where do you think you’ll go?”

“Australia.”

 

Ten minutes later I officially had my time off, so I was practically floating back to Amy’s room. When I got there, it sounded like a party from outside. I walked in to see Jim and Chris standing in front of Amy’s bed, laughing about something. Brandon was still right by his wife’s side. And there she was. That still little nameless baby that I had taken out of Amy’s belly. “Hi.” Was all I could come out to say.

“Sophie!” Amy said with tears in her eyes.

I walked over to her side and reached in for a hug. “He is so gorgeous!” She whispered in my ear.

I could feel myself blush as I looked over at Chris, who looked so incredibly happy. “How is she?” I asked, looking over at the tiny person in her arms.

Amy smiled at her new daughter. “She’s perfectly healthy. You did a wonderful job.”

“Ey, you did a wonderful job. What’s her name?”

Brandon looked up. “Vivienne.”

I leaned over to the tiny, squirming baby in her arms and gently stroked her stomach with my fingers. “Hi Vivienne, I’m your aunt Sophie.”

“So what’s this I hear about you going to Australia?” Brandon asks.

I squint my eyes, and I could just feel Amy staring me down. She hated it when she didn’t know all of the news in my life before everyone else. Before I could say anything, I felt something heavy on my shoulder. “Sophie’s going to join me and the other guys when we go to Australia next Monday.” I heard Chris’s voice say.

When I opened my eyes, Amy’s eyes were practically popping out of her head. “Wow, that’s wonderful!” She handed Vivienne to Brandon and leaned in close to me. “I want to hear all details tonight.”

After a few more minutes I realized my shift was about to start, so I grabbed Chris and took him outside. “I’m going to be on for the next ten hours, so you should most definitely go.”

Chris nodded. “Definitely.”

I took his right hand and stroked his fingers. “How’s the wrist?”

“Oh, I almost forgot it was broken.” He chuckled.

There was a few minutes of us just staring at each other until Chris broke the silence. “You know, these past few days have been the weirdest of my life. But… also the best. I don’t know what it is about you. You’re just, different.”

A man had never said such sweet words to me, so my eyes immediately started to tear. I put my hand on his face and stroked his cheek. “I’ll call you when I’m done my shift.”

Chris leaned in pressed his lips against mine. This kiss was more passionate than before, since he started to involve much more tongue into the equation. So I returned the favor. We pulled away and he kissed my nose. “See you soon.”

 

 

 

PART EIGHT

 

 

 

Three hours into my shift I’d already come across two drunk drivers, one sociopath and an abandoned infant. This was my life. And basically, I was used to it. I went down to the cafeteria, picked up a salad and decided to eat it in Amy’s room. When I opened the door, she was playing with her new daughter. “Hey!” she said to me. “You got a break?”

I nodded and sat down in front of her. Vivienne was laughing hysterically at Amy’s fingers dangling in front of her. She reached her oh so tiny arms out and grabbed each one, examining it to try to figure out what it was. Then she just ended up falling asleep. “So,” Amy whispered, gently putting Vivi back in her crib. “how was this hot date?”

I ended up spending my entire break telling the story to Amy, and I’d completely forgotten about my salad, so I ate it up while she took it all in. “Wow.” she chuckled. “Wow!”

“Oh yeah.” I mumbled with my mouth full of lettuce.

“Australia! Oh my god, this is like, every girl’s dream! Running away to Australia with a gorgeous, rich man!” Amy waved her hands in the air. “Oh, I’m dizzy.”

I stabbed a crouton with my fork. “We’re not running away. I’ll be back in two and a half weeks.”

“And what do you think will happen in two and a half weeks. A whole lot, I tell yah. You’ll have to watch out for those paps taking pictures of you, making headlines about Chris’s “new girl”.”

I ignored the last thing Amy said, gave her and my new niece a kiss on the head and headed back to work. As soon as I got out the door I noticed Jim jogging down the hall, most likely looking for me. “What?” I said, getting his attention.

“Trauma.”

Shit. Trauma was, well, trauma. No pun intended. It was the area every doctor hated and tried to avoid during their shifts. This was the area well… well, where you’re most likely to kill someone.

I sprinted down the hall with Jim to the ER. There were two paramedics standing over a stretcher with loads of nurses surrounding them. “Details.” I said immediately, and started to push the stretcher to a room.

“Eleven year old boy in a car crash.” One of the paramedics said. “Severe injuries to the head, bleeding on the left side of the torso.”

When I looked down for the first time I saw this tiny, tiny body on this enormous bed. He had cinnamon brown hair and his eyes were shut tightly, and he had so many tubes coming out of him he looked like a water slide. Plus, his head was covered in scratches and bruises. When I looked down further, that was when I saw the blood. He had an enormous cut on his left side, and at least one of his legs were broken. “Okay, get him into the ER surgery room, we need to stitch up that side first.

A few seconds later I flew in and out of the scrubbing room and was ready for surgery. As I stood over him, I told the nurses to give him a shot of adrenaline to prevent him from going into a coma, then I began the procedure.

A few more seconds after that I realized he was internally bleeding from at least seven of his major organs.

A few more seconds after that the kid had cardiac tamponade.

And a few more seconds after that he stopped breathing.

Don’t ask me how I did it.

Don’t ask me to remember anything specific.

Those entire ten minutes of my life are a blur.

But.

About fifteen minutes later, he was stable.

After that ordeal I needed some fresh air, so I went out for a little walk in the freezing cold with Jim. For the first ten minutes I really didn’t say anything. “You okay?” Jim asked.

I just nodded, staring down at my incredibly steady hands.

“You were fantastic in there. Really. I’ve never seen anyone work that fast or that concentrated.”

“I can’t remember it.”

Jim hesitated for a minute. “What?”

I looked up at his face for what felt like the first time in years. “It… it happened really fast. Like, really fast. I can’t even remember what I did.”

“You saved his life.” Jim said.

 

Before I knew it, it was Monday. My eyes fluttered open to the sound of Chris’s cell phone ringing on the dresser. I turned to see him lying next to me, his head on my shoulder and his chest completely exposed. I kissed him on the forehead and stroked the top of his head. “Chris, Chris you’re phone’s ringing.”

A few seconds later his eyes fluttered open, and he smiled up at me. “Forget the phone.” he moaned, and kissed me passionately on the lips.

When I had a chance to stop him I slid out of bed and threw the phone at him. “Have you forgotten what today is?”

Chris looked completely baffled for a minute, then a wave of realization washed over his face, and he pressed accept on the phone. “Yeah. No, sorry, I was asleep. Yeah. Yeah, she’s here. Okay. Ten? When is that? Yeah. Kay. Bye.”

He looked up at me and grinned. “We’re off to Perth.”

 

 

 

PART NINE

 

 

I quickly got into a black tank top, jeans and boots. Chris changed into a black t-shirt and green cargo pants he’d brought in his suitcase. We both loaded our bags into Chris’s Range Rover sitting outside. It was a gorgeous morning. The sun was just warming up the city and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. When I walked down the steps I noticed someone standing on the street out of the corner of my eye. I dropped the last bag into the trunk and turned around. There was a man hovering behind a lamp post across the way, snapping pictures of the two of us. “How the hell did they find you?”

Chris looked up, moaned, and put another bag in the trunk. “Just ignore them.” He said. “They had to find out sometime.”

I smiled and got in the passenger seat of the car. Chris locked the front door of my place, and got in the driver’s seat. “Ready?”

I was more than ever. I didn’t want Chris to see it but I was incredibly excited. The last time I had ever been on vacation was probably when my parents were still alive, let alone ever with a rock star. Chris put the key in the ignition and turned the car on.

When we got to JFK, instead of doing what I was used to, being a regular citizen, Chris drove around to the back, basically where the planes were. When we got around the corner I noticed a smaller plane sitting right in front of us with an enormous “VIVA” written on the side. I couldn’t help but giggle.

Chris parked the car safely away from the planes and two men dressed in black suits took our bags. This was the life. I took Chris’s hand and we walked over to the plane where a familiar man was standing at the stairs. “Chris.” he said, giving him a rather manly hug. “Dr. Pitt.”

“Oh please,” I smiled brightly. “call me Sophie.”

I followed Chris up the fancy looking stairs onto an even fancier plane. The entire thing was cream colored. Cream colored walls, seats, and plasma t.v.s on the back of each one. The first thing I noticed though was the bar. “Soph”, Chris said, walking me down the plane. “this is our best friend Jonny Buckland.”

“Hi!” I said happily, friendly kissing me on the cheek. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Oh and you too! It’s finally nice to put a face to the person who’s been stealing our lead singer.”

I could see Chris’s face turning red out of the corner of my eye, and all I could do was laugh. Chris took me on to Will and Guy, who were both very sweet, talking about how Chris talks about me all the time. Every time they’d say something like “oh Chris never stops talking about you” or “this is the first time in a long time we’ve ever met one of his girlfriends” I could feel Chris squeeze my hand a little tighter.

We took our seats in the front and Chris got us a couple of bottles of water. He went up to the DVD player and yelled “Movie anyone?” through the plane.

“What do you got?” Will asked. “I’m so sick of Back to the Future.”

Chris flipped through a few DVDs, looked up at me and smiled. “This is my favorite movie. Ever.” he said, sticking a DVD in.

I smiled and looked at the screen in front of me. Suddenly “Psycho” started playing. “Are you kidding me?” I chuckled, as Chris put his arm around my shoulders. “This is my favorite movie.”

Chris kissed my head and pulled a warm blanket over us. “Seems like we have a little more in common than we thought.”

 

 

 

PART TEN

 

WARNING: some sexual content. not much.

 

 

My eyes fluttered open a few hours later. The movie was off, the plane was dead silent, and it was night… wherever we were. The sight was beautiful. Everything looked so peaceful and quiet from a few thousand feet up. I looked around the plane and saw Guy smiling at me. “Have a good nap?” he asked.

I nodded. “Where’s Chris?”

“He’s doing a phone interview in the other room. Hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” I said, getting up.

Guy stood up and walked over to a counter near the center of the plane and pulled out a plastic container. “My famous chicken salad sandwich. Seriously, even if you don’t like chicken salad, you’ll love this.”

I smiled. “Well it’s a good thing I love chicken salad.” I opened the container and took a small bite. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

He chuckled. “That’s what they all say.”

For the next couple of hours I got to know Guy, Jon and Will much better. Jonny taught me a little guitar which was incredibly embarrassing, because I have no musical talent at all. Will showed me pictures of his beautiful children and we talked a little bit about what it was like to be on the road all the time. Then I heard my cell phone ring, so I excused myself and dug through my purse. The caller ID read “Jim”.

“Hey!” I said cheerfully.

“Hey, Soph!” Jim said. “How’s the fancy vacation going so far?”

I chuckled and sat down. “Well, hasn’t really started yet. We’re still on the plane.”

“Oh, really? Wow, longer flight than I thought.” He sighed. “Well, I’ll let you get back.”

“Good to hear from you, Jim.”

I hung up the phone and looked up to see Chris walking out of the next room, now wearing a black t-shirt and blue boxers for pajamas. He smiled brightly when he saw me. “Hey, you’re up. Sorry I had to do that. Were you okay here?”

“Just fine.” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Your friends are very sweet.”

They all smiled as a thank you and we sat down in our seats. “Do you know how much longer we have?”

“No idea. Oh, I got you something. Well, my agent did.” He stood up and walked over to a garment bag and pulled the zipper down.

Inside was a beautiful electric blue one shoulder dress.

“Oh, Chris!” I said, holding the dress up to my chest. “It’s gorgeous! But why?”

“Well as soon as we get there we have to go to some charity event. If you don’t want to-”

Before he could finish I dropped the dress and kissed him on the lips. “I’d love to go.”

Chris grinned and pulled me in again for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put a hand up my shirt onto my bare back. Suddenly, he stopped and looked around. “You know… there’s a bedroom in the back.”

“Are you kidding?”

He shook his head.

I took my hands from his neck down to his hand and we slowly crept to the back of the plane, hopefully without anyone noticing. I opened the door to see a tiny bedroom with a twin bed in the back corner. Chris turned me around and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me passionately. I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt his hands pulling off my tank top. When I ripped his shirt off he went for my jeans, and got them off quite quickly. I giggled as he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed. “Condom?” I asked quickly.

Chris nodded and got a condom out of a drawer, then climbed back on top of me.

I tried to be as quiet as I could, but man. That was the most intense sex of my life.

 

 

 

PART ELEVEN (FINAL PART)

 

 

 

“Come on lovebirds, wake up.” Guy pounded on the door.

We weren't actually sleeping. After, well, you know, we just stayed up talking for hours. It was so nice being so incredibly close to him. “What is it, Guy?” Chris moaned.

“We're here. You need to get dressed and we gotta get going.”

I climbed out of bed and slipped on that beautiful blue dress. It fit perfectly. Chris of course wore a t-shirt with a blazer over top. That was his idea of fancy. I put my hair into a pretty elaborate bun and did my makeup quicker than usual. When I walked out of the bedroom four heads turned to my direction. The other three boys were actually wearing ties. “Wow, Soph.” Chris chuckled, his face blushing. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

I grinned and hooked arms with him. We all filed out of the plane into the humid Australian night. Thankfully there was an air conditioned car waiting for us, because I could feel my hair start to frizz. We all filed inside and I could feel myself starting to get a little panicked. I had never done this before, obviously. My idea of fancy was an actual meal in the hospital cafeteria, for Christ's sake.

And I had good reason to be nervous.

“Soph, this is Radiohead.”

“Soph, Noel Gallagher.”

“Oh, Sophie, this is Roger Daltrey.”

“Nelson Mandela, Sophie Pitt.”

After the first two hours of meeting world leaders and rock legends I was on the verge of tears. Because I knew exactly what was happening. There was a balcony no one seemed to be using because of the humidity, so I rushed out onto it and grabbed the first glass of wine I could find. I realized a few minutes later that I was crying my eyes out.

“Soph, hey, what's wrong?” Chris looked me in the eye. “God, what's wrong?”

“I can't do this Chris. I don't belong here.”

He furrowed his brow. “What? What are you talking about? You were getting along fine.”

“Chris,” I said more firmly. “I really really like you. Really. But I'm a doctor from New York City.”

Chris's face turned pink and his eyes started to water. “No, no, Sophie please don't do this.”

I started to sob. “I'm sorry. This never would've worked. I, I gotta go.”

As I walked towards the door I could hear Chris sobbing now too. He kept calling my name as I walked down the two flights of stairs through the royalty, down to the street and walked to the car. My makeup dripping off my face onto the beautiful gown, I grabbed my bags out of the car and walked to the nearest hotel I could find.

 

 

 

“It was the right thing to do.” I said quietly to Amy a few hours later.

Amy sighed. “When are you getting a flight back?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

I ended my call with Amy and curled up onto the bed. This was an absolute nightmare. The first man that I... I... my god. I realized right then and there that I was in love with him, which made everything much worse.

I didn't sleep at all that night. Just stared at a pack of gum on the nightstand for eight hours. Around noon I gathered up my things and got ready to leave. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was Phil. “I can't talk.” I said quietly.

“Chris, Chris is hurt!” Phil yelled.

I immediately became alert. “What? What happened?”

“He just finished Sound Relief and he just collapsed! We need your help, Soph, please!”

“I'm on my way.”

I hailed a taxi and told the driver to speed to wherever the Sound Relief was. When I got there Phil had given me automatic access to the back. I dropped my bags and sprinted backstage. “Soph!” Phil yelled from behind me.

“Where is he?” I asked immediately.

He pointed to a room in between us. I walked in and saw the boys all sitting around, Chris passed out on the couch. His face was beet red and was soaked in sweat. I knelt down next to him and felt his head. “Ice and water.” I said.

I saw someone out of the corner of my eye walk out of the room. “Chris?” I whispered, kissing his forehead. “Chris can you hear me?”

His eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at me. “Don't go back to New York.”

Tears started to fall down my cheeks again as his weak hands slowly pulled me closer. I kissed him. “No, no I'm staying right here.”

 

 

 

it's kind've wrapped up quickly... and well... not good. :uhoh:

 

hope you liked it! :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

YAH Christina!!!! :dance: :dance:

 

that was lovely!!! :nice: :nice: i loved it!!! :D:D:D:D

 

but ya im sad its over too.......:(

I know I have got lots of other stories I need to finish but I just had an idea for a story and I thought while it's fresh, I should start it!, It is called, Leftrightleftrightleft.

 

SYNOPSIS:

After almost killing an old lady, Chris and Jonny are arrested. In Court they are given a choice- Either go to jail or join the army. They choose to join the army where their love begins to blossom

 

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part One}

 

WARNING: FEATURES STRONG LANGUAGE

 

 

 

 

"Pass us another beer" screamed Will from the other end of the bar. "Don't you think you are drinking a little too much?" replied Chris, with a tired expression on his face. Jonny is sat next to Chris, also looking tired. "Look!" said Jonny, "Guy is about to get laid, and we have got to be well behaved because we've got to drive those drunk fools back home!". "I know, it sucks!" said Chris, walking over to Guy who is chatting up three girls at once, "We need to go Guy! NOW!", "Okay keep your hair on, Chris, I'll see you later ladies!" replied Guy with a cheeky smile on his face. "Now go and get Will and get in the car!, no, on second thought, you follow Jonny and I'll get Will!"

 

"I AM FUCKING SPIDERMAN!" Will screamed as he ran across the bar. "WILL! WILL!, Get here now!" shouted Chris. Will stopped, stared at Chris and then collapsed on the floor. "For fucks sake!" shouted Chris as he approached Will. Mumbles could be heard as Chris picked up Will.

 

Outside the pub, Jonny was waiting in the car with Guy puking in the back. "Oh what's he been doing?" sighed Jonny referring to Will. "He thought he was spiderman!" replied Chris with an angry expression on his face. Chris threw Will into the back of the car and sat in the front. "I'll drive" said Jonny, smiling at Chris and glaring at Will and Guy.

 

Jonny started the car and began to drive. The steets were busy. Guy crawled into the front. "What are you doing?" demanded Jonny. "I'm driving" replied Guy as he pushed Jonny out the way and shoved his foot on the pedal. The car speeded off. A scream could be heard as the car went over a very large bump. Jonny pushed Guy out the way, pushed brake and got out the car. They had run over an old lady.

 

Police sirens and ambulance sirens could be heard as Jonny and Chris feared. A police car stopped and a police man got out. The policeman headed towards Chris and Jonny. "I am PC Robin Banks, what are your names" he sternly said. "My name is Chris Martin and he is Jonny Buckland" said Chris, forcing a smile. A smaller policeman followed and whispered to PC Banks, "They sound drunk". "Agreed" PC Banks replied. "What did you say?" asked Chris. "Chris Martin, Jonny Buckland, I am arresting you on suspician of drink driving and attempted murder, you do not have to say anything but anything you do say maybe given in court and used as evidence, do you have anything to say?". "It wasn't us!" said Chris, he continued, "It was those two in the back of the car, Will Champion and Guy Berrymen". "There is noone in the car, sir" replied PC Banks, smugly. Chris looked back, Guy and Will were gone. Chris and Jonny bowed their heads as they were handcuffed and thrown into the police car.

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Two}[/size]

 

WARNING: Contains Sexual Content

 

 

 

 

"Is she going to be alright?" asked Chris as the car started to drive off. "Who? The woman? She's gone to hospital!" replied PC Banks. "You know we didn't do this!" said Jonny. "Yeah! Sure!, You could be going away for a long time guys!" said PC Banks, smiling. The car turned round the corner and parked up at the police station.

 

PC Banks got out the car. He went to the back seats and got Chris and Jonny out. They walked into the police station and were quickly thrown into a cell together.

 

"I'm scared" said Jonny, staring into Chris' eyes. Chris bent over to Jonny and hugged him. Chris rubbed his hand up Jonny's back. Jonny put one of his hands underneath Chris' t-shirt and with the other one, he ruffled Chris' hair. Jonny pulled away then moved into kiss Chris. He shoved Chris against the cell door, took his shirt off and began to lick his chest. Chris did the same to Jonny. Chris then pushed Jonny onto the bed, got on top of him and they both began to undo each others trousers.

 

After the 30 minute sex session, Chris fell asleep in Jonny's arms

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Three}[/size]

 

 

 

 

There was a knock on the cell door. Chris woke up, and moved himself from Jonny's arms and stood up. The cell door opened and PC Banks walked in. "Good morning Mr Martin". "Morning" Chris replied, putting his shirt on. "When's your mate going to wake up then", asked PC Banks, smiling. "Oh, Jonny, he'll be up in a minute" said Chris. "You do know that your up in court in an hour, don't you?" said PC Banks. "What? No!" Replied Chris, in disbelief. "Well you know now!" demanded PC Banks, smiling. He continued, "I'll be back in 10 minutes, in the meen time, wake up that mate of yours!", he smiled again and locked the cell door.

 

Chris stumbled over to Jonny. He kissed him on the forehead. He whispered into his ear, "Wake up darling". Jonny's eye's opened. Jonny stared into Chris' beautiful, blue eyes and reached in for a kiss. Chris moved away. "Chris, what are you doing, didn't you enjoy last night?" asked Jonny. "Last night was one of the strangest nights of my life, I got arrested and had the best sex I have had ever!" said Chris, smiling, but looking away from Jonny. "Why don't you want me then?" asked Jonny. "I'm married, Jonny" demanded Chris. "Yeah and I have a girlfriend!" said Jonny, sitting up. "Look, I'll talk later, we are due in court in less than an hour, get a shirt on!" said Chris, sternly. "Alright, alright!" replied Jonny, slipping on some shoes.

 

PC Banks opened the cell door and told Chris and Jonny to follow him. He took them out and drove them to the court. It was a small court room. Court Room 4 it was called. PC Banks walked in, followed by Chris and then Jonny.

 

The Judge told us all to stand up. "Now, Chris Martin and Jonny Buckland, you are here today under the counts of drinking while drunk, attempted murder and unsafe driving, how do you plead?". A tall man, a lawyer walked towards Chris and Jonny and whispered to them to plee guilty. "Jonny" said the Judge. "How do you plead?". "I plead guilty" said Jonny, staring into Chris' eyes. "And Chris, how do you plead?" asked the Judge. Chris paused to think and as he looked into Jonny's eyes, he turned to the Judge and said "Guilty".

 

"You will be happy to know that the OAP you ran over is absolutely fine and was released from hospital 10 minutes ago but nevertheless, you could be going down for a long time, you do understand that don't you?" asked the Judge. Together, Chris and Jonny said "Yes". "You are both in the band Coldplay, am I correct?". Chris and Jonny nodded. "I like your music, you influenced my son to start his own band, now you seem nice guys and I know you contribute alot to charity so I have two choices for you!". Jonny smiled and ruffled Chris' hair. "Now, You can either go to prison or you can join the army". Jonny's eyes grew and he started smiling, Chris wasn't as enthusiastic. "Now I will give you a few minutes for you to discuss your decision between yourselfs, everyone may sit down".

 

"I always wanted to join the army!" said Jonny with a massive grin on his face. "The army, I don't think I'm cut out for it!" replied Chris. "Look, it's either that or go to jail, and I don't think I am cut out for jail, I am too pretty!" said Jonny with hope in his eyes. "Fine! OK!, Chris and Jonny are joining the army!" Chris said, smiling. Jonny hugged Chris, many people in the court stared at them as they stood up. "Now are you ready?" asked the Judge. "Yes we are" said Chris. "So..." asked the Judge. "Sign us up"

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Four}[/size]

 

 

 

 

"So, it's this bus we get on then?" asked Chris. "Yes it is! Have fun in basic training!" replied PC Banks. Chris and Jonny stepped onto the bus. There were ten other people there. Seven men and three women. One of the women approached Chris. "Your Chris Martin arn't you?" asked the woman. "Well, yes I am, I'm happy to meet you!" replied Chris, smiling. "My names Samantha, you can call me Sam!" she said with a big grin on her face. "Come on Chris! Sit down!" Jonny said, sternly. He didn't seem to like the attention that Chris was getting.

 

Five hours later the bus arrived at the Army base. All twelve of the bus's occupants got out of the bus to a tall man. "You will address me as sergeant!" he said. "Yes sergeant!" one man said. "What's your name private?" the sergeant said. "My name is Ben Richards!". "I like you Ben, I really like you. Now everyone else, get some sleep you will have to be up at five am. Now listen carefully, the two women among us, Private Samantha Johnson and Private Elizabeth Walker will be in Barracks number one. Privates Liam Fisher, Sam Hill, James Mather, Ross Jackson and Robert Love will be in Barracks two. Privates Ben Richards, Jonny Buckland, Chris Martin and Marcus Johnson will be in Barracks three. See you tomorrow morning!"

 

"So we are in Barracks three then, Chris. I am glad that we are together" said Jonny, staring into Chris' eyes. "Look Jonny, I don't know what you think is going to happen because nothing is going to happen. What happened in the police cell the other night was a mistake! A big mistake, in fact I would prefer if we weren't in the same barracks at all, In fact I would rather be in prison!" demanded Chris. "You don't really mean that, do you?" asked Jonny. "Yes I do, Jonny boy, yes I do! Now I just want to try and get some sleep".

 

Everyone in the barracks were in their beds, asleep. Jonny woke up and got out of his bed. Chris was in the bed opposite. He was asleep. Jonny walked towards his bed and ran his hand threw his hair. "Your beautiful" he whispered into his ear. Jonny gently kissed Chris on his forehead and walked back to his bed. Chris opened his eyes, smiled and went back to sleep.

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Five}

 

WARNING: Contains Strong Language

 

"Leftrightleftrightleft!" shouted the sergeant. The new privates followed. "Now marching is an essential part of your training but it isn't the only part! In fact this is one of the easiest parts of your training because for the next nine weeks you will turn from boys and girls to men and women! Do I make myself clear, I want no slackers, I am looking at you Private Martin!"

Chris was slacking behind. "Sorry sergeant but I am finding this really hard!". "Well you wouldn't if you listened and stopped looking at Private Johnson!" the sergeant replied. "Yes sergeant, sorry sergeant!" Chris said, looking at the floor. Jonny stared at him but Chris looked away.

 

At 12'oclock the Privates had a break for lunch. Jonny approached Chris. "So you have been looking at Sam have you?" asked Jonny. "No! Don't be stupid, I'm married!" answered Chris, sternly. "And I'm your boyfriend!" Jonny demanded. "No your not! Don't be stupid, keep your voice down!" Chris said. "I don't care who hears it Chris! I fucking love you!" Jonny said, a tear running down his cheek. "Tell me", he continued, "Did you feel nothing the other night in the police cell, look me in the eye and say you felt nothing". Chris looked away. "I'm going to the toilet" he said.

 

At the end of the day everyone returned to the barracks. "That was pretty hard today, wasn't it?" said Ben. "It sure was" replied Chris. "What's your name again mate?" asked Ben. "It's Chris, Chris Martin from Coldplay" answered Chris. "Hey, hey, why don't you play us a song, theres a guitar over there!" said Ben. "Okay, okay, I will, I'll sing this song I wrote when I lied in bed last night!" Chris said, smiling as he walked towards the guitar. He began to play the guitar and began to sing.

"Every night where I lay here waiting,

Waiting for my love to come,

Waiting for my love to take me away to a place I want to go.

The place where we both know. The place we both know.

 

Love, I want you back now

Love, I want you to know

Love, I need to say.

I love you.

Chris stopped playing. Everyone in the barracks started clapping. "Well done, that was great" could be heard from almost everyone. Everyone was clapping except Jonny. Jonny looked into Chris' eyes and Chris looked into his. Chris smiled. Jonny didn't.

 

awh, thanks marisa and liz!! (and anyone else who read it :laugh4:)

 

i'm sorry you're sad! but like marisa said, i just started a chase ultey one in the fanfic thread in the lounge!! :P

It's very good :D

^^thank you! i'm going to start reading leftrightleftrightleft now! :D

 

EDIT: i like it!! it's very different from others! you're a very talented writer!! :nice:!!

My gosh, I go away for a day and there are so many fan stories!!!!

 

Leftright story: Altho I am not really a fan of the guy love between the band members, you wrote really well, the storyline is good!!! Nice to see a guy writing on here!!!

 

See You Soon: Christina, lovely as usual!!! Loved this Fanfiction!!!!

 

HighSpeed: This was well written, funny, funny!!!! I loved the Jonny sleeping, and kept getting woken up by Chris!!! Oh I also see your going to Tampa!!! Meeee Tooooo....

 

Schoolboys: Kyra, You are really writing well, this story is so good, I love the story and can't wait to see where it is going.

 

Speed of Sound: Alyssa, Pregnant... Didn't see that one coming!!!! Good job, I really loved it!!!

^thanks! :heart:!

Thank you :nice:, It hasn't finished yet though, I am just in the process of writing the next part :)

I know I have got lots of other stories I need to finish but I just had an idea for a story and I thought while it's fresh, I should start it!, It is called, Leftrightleftrightleft.

 

SYNOPSIS:

After almost killing an old lady, Chris and Jonny are arrested. In Court they are given a choice- Either go to jail or join the army. They choose to join the army where their love begins to blossom

 

 

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part One}

 

WARNING: FEATURES BAD LANGUAGE

 

 

 

 

"Pass us another beer" screamed Will from the other end of the bar. "Don't you think you are drinking a little too much?" replied Chris, with a tired expression on his face. Jonny is sat next to Chris, also looking tired. "Look!" said Jonny, "Guy is about to get laid, and we have got to be well behaved because we've got to drive those drunk fools back home!". "I know, it sucks!" said Chris, walking over to Guy who is chatting up three girls at once, "We need to go Guy! NOW!", "Okay keep your hair on, Chris, I'll see you later ladies!" replied Guy with a cheeky smile on his face. "Now go and get Will and get in the car!, no, on second thought, you follow Jonny and I'll get Will!"

 

"I AM FUCKING SPIDERMAN!" Will screamed as he ran across the bar. "WILL! WILL!, Get here now!" shouted Chris. Will stopped, stared at Chris and then collapsed on the floor. "For fucks sake!" shouted Chris as he approached Will. Mumbles could be heard as Chris picked up Will.

 

Outside the pub, Jonny was waiting in the car with Guy puking in the back. "Oh what's he been doing?" sighed Jonny referring to Will. "He thought he was spiderman!" replied Chris with an angry expression on his face. Chris threw Will into the back of the car and sat in the front. "I'll drive" said Jonny, smiling at Chris and glaring at Will and Guy.

 

Jonny started the car and began to drive. The steets were busy. Guy crawled into the front. "What are you doing?" demanded Jonny. "I'm driving" replied Guy as he pushed Jonny out the way and shoved his foot on the pedal. The car speeded off. A scream could be heard as the car went over a very large bump. Jonny pushed Guy out the way, pushed brake and got out the car. They had run over an old lady.

 

Police sirens and ambulance sirens could be heard as Jonny and Chris feared. A police car stopped and a police man got out. The policeman headed towards Chris and Jonny. "I am PC Robin Banks, what are your names" he sternly said. "My name is Chris Martin and he is Jonny Buckland" said Chris, forcing a smile. A smaller policeman followed and whispered to PC Banks, "They sound drunk". "Agreed" PC Banks replied. "What did you say?" asked Chris. "Chris Martin, Jonny Buckland, I am arresting you on suspician of drink driving and attempted murder, you do not have to say anything but anything you do say maybe given in court and used as evidence, do you have anything to say?". "It wasn't us!" said Chris, he continued, "It was those two in the back of the car, Will Champion and Guy Berrymen". "There is noone in the car, sir" replied PC Banks, smugly. Chris looked back, Guy and Will were gone. Chris and Jonny bowed their heads as they were handcuffed and thrown into the police car.

 

"He thought he was Spiderman!" brilliant. :lol::lol:

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Six}

 

WARNING: Contains Strong Language/Mild Sexual Content

 

 

 

"Who were you singing that to?" asked Jonny. "It wasn't for anyone" replied Chris, "Just leave me alone I need to go to the toilet!". As Chris walked towards the toilet, Jonny began to follow. Chris walked in and so did Jonny. Jonny kissed Chris on the lips. "Now fuck me Chris!" demanded Jonny. "Jonny! NO! NO! What happened in the cell was a mistake!" proclaimed Chris. "You enjoyed it and you know you enjoyed it, Chris!" replied Jonny. "Not only am I married Jonny, I have two beautiful children!" said Chris, staring at the floor. "Fuck the kids!" shouted Jonny. "Fuck you!" Chris shouted and punched Jonny in the face. Ben entered the toilet. "What the hells going on here?" asked Ben, helping Jonny get up on his feet. "He was being an arsehole!" replied Chris, staring into Jonny's eyes. "Jonny, are you alright?" asked Ben. "Yeah, I think so, but he won't be in a minute!" said Jonny with menace in his eye. Chris tutted and walked out.

 

"Thanks for helping me, Ben. You're a really nice guy!" said Jonny, looking at Ben. "It's not a problem, say, are you single?" asked Ben. "Yes, yes I am!", replied Jonny, smiling. Ben kissed Jonny. "That is for being fucking good looking" said Ben, grinning. Jonny also grinned as he kissed him again and pulled him outside. Chris watched as they walked out and he began to cry.

 

"He thought he was Spiderman!" brilliant. :lol::lol:

 

:laugh3: :nice:

^^thank you! i'm going to start reading leftrightleftrightleft now! :D

 

EDIT: i like it!! it's very different from others! you're a very talented writer!! :nice:!!

 

Thank you very much :) :) :)

Leftrightleftrightleft {Part Six}

 

WARNING: Contains Strong Language/Mild Sexual Content

 

 

 

"Who were you singing that to?" asked Jonny. "It wasn't for anyone" replied Chris, "Just leave me alone I need to go to the toilet!". As Chris walked towards the toilet, Jonny began to follow. Chris walked in and so did Jonny. Jonny kissed Chris on the lips. "Now fuck me Chris!" demanded Jonny. "Jonny! NO! NO! What happened in the cell was a mistake!" proclaimed Chris. "You enjoyed it and you know you enjoyed it, Chris!" replied Jonny. "Not only am I married Jonny, I have two beautiful children!" said Chris, staring at the floor. "Fuck the kids!" shouted Jonny. "Fuck you!" Chris shouted and punched Jonny in the face. Ben entered the toilet. "What the hells going on here?" asked Ben, helping Jonny get up on his feet. "He was being an arsehole!" replied Chris, staring into Jonny's eyes. "Jonny, are you alright?" asked Ben. "Yeah, I think so, but he won't be in a minute!" said Jonny with menace in his eye. Chris tutted and walked out.

 

"Thanks for helping me, Ben. You're a really nice guy!" said Jonny, looking at Ben. "It's not a problem, say, are you single?" asked Ben. "Yes, yes I am!", replied Jonny, smiling. Ben kissed Jonny. "That is for being fucking good looking" said Ben, grinning. Jonny also grinned as he kissed him again and pulled him outside. Chris watched as they walked out and he began to cry.

 

 

hehehe."And Chris began to cry" Chris cries so many times in fanfictions.It's funny.