^^ how so? lol I think it's a girl too but now that Thalia mentions it is possible for it to be a man, there really are no defining characteristics and no name given...I guess we'll just wait and see :laugh3:

Laura, nice storyline!!!! I enjoyed it!!!

Kirsten, Great story, am sad only one more chapter. Thanks for the great ride thru your writings these pasts months!!!!

Awww ... :)

Thanks so much :smug:

But there are in fact two more chapters coming ;)

 

But I also let you in a secret ... shhht ... I started continuing writing on the same story, more drama :laugh3:

Don't know whether I put it up, though ;)

NEW FANFIC "Working Title"

 

PART THREE - Apologies to the more sensitive -

 

WARNING - contains scenes of a sexual nature.

 

 

 

BANG BANG BANG

I awoke with a start, listening to the darkness, “what was that?” I lay there, a little unnerved, listening – nothing, must have been a neighbour or dream-trickery, and I settled in again, rain beating down on my window.

 

BANG BANG BANG, again, with urgency, “shit” I jump out of my bed, there is someone there, I glance at the clock as I rush towards the door, its 3:20am. I’m caught off guard, not able to think properly. Who could it be, what’s wrong, what’s happened, these questions flood my mind as my heartbeat rings in my ears. I switched on the light.

 

Chris. He’s soaking wet, drops fall from his nose, lobes, lashes. His cheeks are flushed and rosy, he’d been running. Running to me? I search his face, confused, looking for some kind of explanation, what was he doing? He says nothing. He runs his fingers through his soaking hair, brushing it off his face, he lets out a heavy breath and licks his lips, lapping the rain up off of them. My eyes meet his, they were filled with an urgency and a fire that I’d not seen in them before. At once, I knew what he wanted, I wanted it too.

 

I swallowed hard and took a step back, letting him in. He closed the door behind him, not losing his eye-lock on me. I found myself, as though by some compelling force, pressed against the entrance hall wall. He came at me, his face just a nose length away, his breath still heavy, his lips slightly parted. I was heating up, I could feel it, in anticipation of him. He slipped his hand down the front of my pajama pants, and I felt him exploring me, searching me. I obliged immediately, and lifted my left leg, resting my foot on the small entrance hall stand, knocking the phone off. Instantly he thrust his long, milky fingers inside me, sending a rush of needle points spiraling through my body, exiting through my toes. I let out a slight groan, and I saw a smile flash at the corner of his lips, then it was gone. He still said nothing, but our eyes never shifted, not once. He kept his face at breath’s distance, it was hot and fierce. He worked his fingers and hand artfully, frantically, desperately, his breathing matching mine, growing in depth and haste, until I could no longer contain myself. My eyes closed and my body arched itself, I had no more control, he had it all. As he brought me to that pinnacle point, he pressed his body against mine, and nestled his face in my neck. We stood like that, catching our breath, until he withdrew his hand and went into the kitchen. I got myself together and went in after him.

 

I found him, in the dark, standing in front of the window again, and a flashback of the morning’s scene washed over me. “You’re not leaving this time?” I heard myself begging in my head. He had taken his rain-soaked shirt off, it was tossed on the kitchen table. I went up cautiously behind him, the moments before were so frantic and frenzied, I wasn’t sure what to expect now. I softly laid my hands on his back and ran them slowly up his flawless skin, up and over, he grabbed them gently, as they slipped over the tops of his shoulders. I laid my cheek against his back, breathing him in.

 

“I love you”, he whispered. The words surged through me, bringing me instantly back to that point moments ago in the entrance hall, I closed my eyes, reliving the pleasure. He turned to face me. “I’m in love with you” he repeated delicately, I smiled in a sort of disbelief, he leaned in and brushed his lips softly against mine. I was unmoved, my lips now begging for his. He leaned in again, this time with intent, and his tongue filled my mouth. We kissed passionately and feverishly, until he pulled away, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bedroom. I watched as the rest of his wet clothes fell to the floor.

 

We made love. He was passionate, sensual, tender, unabashedly sexual – natural. He crested and fell along with me with such magnitude, his athletic body glistening in the light from the entrance hall. He flooded me with emotion, taking me to heights that I had never before imagined, and when we were done, we lay together, legs, fingers, hair, intertwined and entangled. We laughed, talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else.

 

He got up to leave before sunrise. My head was still a haze of earlier’s passions and pleasures. He dressed, and came over to me in the bed, leaned down, kissed me once and again, slower. He smiled, his blue eyes lovingly glistening, and he turned to leave. “Chris” I called out after him, as he stepped foot out of the bedroom door, “I love you too.” He turned, beaming, and rushed back to me, pouncing on all fours over me. I shrieked and laughed as I bounced underneath him, as though I was on a trampoline. He bent his neck and kissed me on my forehead, cheek, chin, cheek, nose and finally lips. I breathed him in one more time and he was gone.

 

I collapsed back down onto my pillow, and threw the sheet over my face, bearly able to contain myself, in an attempt to hide, from the world, my face, aglow with excitement, exhilaration, satisfaction, and unadulterated bliss. I knew the journey that we had chosen together in the early hours of this morning wasn’t going to be an easy one, but I had him. He was mine.

 

 

 

FIN

CAJ,,,,:wink3::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::smoking::smoking: Great Job!!!

Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit.

 

I'm afraid you have outdone me completely sir. Good job. I bow before thee. *takes off hat and kneels*

hahahahahahahhaha looool i love twisted mind fictions!

i love this... :wink3:

woaaah saucy lol xx

spicy... really spicy :wink3:

Update :)

hahahahahahahhaha looool i love twisted mind fictions!

 

:D:D:D twisted minds are awesome, heheheh

 

 

 

 

 

and CAJMAnon, what can I say, phoar.. :o that was... intense, PHEW!

 

I haven't read such a well written fanfic (and not only about Coldplay) in a long time, you really wrote a wonderfully peace of story there, well done, really well done!

NEW FANFIC "Working Title"

 

PART THREE - Apologies to the more sensitive -

 

WARNING - contains scenes of a sexual nature.

 

 

 

BANG BANG BANG

I awoke with a start, listening to the darkness, “what was that?” I lay there, a little unnerved, listening – nothing, must have been a neighbour or dream-trickery, and I settled in again, rain beating down on my window.

 

BANG BANG BANG, again, with urgency, “shit” I jump out of my bed, there is someone there, I glance at the clock as I rush towards the door, its 3:20am. I’m caught off guard, not able to think properly. Who could it be, what’s wrong, what’s happened, these questions flood my mind as my heartbeat rings in my ears. I switched on the light.

 

Chris. He’s soaking wet, drops fall from his nose, lobes, lashes. His cheeks are flushed and rosy, he’d been running. Running to me? I search his face, confused, looking for some kind of explanation, what was he doing? He says nothing. He runs his fingers through his soaking hair, brushing it off his face, he lets out a heavy breath and licks his lips, lapping the rain up off of them. My eyes meet his, they were filled with an urgency and a fire that I’d not seen in them before. At once, I knew what he wanted, I wanted it too.

 

I swallowed hard and took a step back, letting him in. He closed the door behind him, not losing his eye-lock on me. I found myself, as though by some compelling force, pressed against the entrance hall wall. He came at me, his face just a nose length away, his breath still heavy, his lips slightly parted. I was heating up, I could feel it, in anticipation of him. He slipped his hand down the front of my pajama pants, and I felt him exploring me, searching me. I obliged immediately, and lifted my left leg, resting my foot on the small entrance hall stand, knocking the phone off. Instantly he thrust his long, milky fingers inside me, sending a rush of needle points spiraling through my body, exiting through my toes. I let out a slight groan, and I saw a smile flash at the corner of his lips, then it was gone. He still said nothing, but our eyes never shifted, not once. He kept his face at breath’s distance, it was hot and fierce. He worked his fingers and hand artfully, frantically, desperately, his breathing matching mine, growing in depth and haste, until I could no longer contain myself. My eyes closed and my body arched itself, I had no more control, he had it all. As he brought me to that pinnacle point, he pressed his body against mine, and nestled his face in my neck. We stood like that, catching our breath, until he withdrew his hand and went into the kitchen. I got myself together and went in after him.

 

I found him, in the dark, standing in front of the window again, and a flashback of the morning’s scene washed over me. “You’re not leaving this time?” I heard myself begging in my head. He had taken his rain-soaked shirt off, it was tossed on the kitchen table. I went up cautiously behind him, the moments before were so frantic and frenzied, I wasn’t sure what to expect now. I softly laid my hands on his back and ran them slowly up his flawless skin, up and over, he grabbed them gently, as they slipped over the tops of his shoulders. I laid my cheek against his back, breathing him in.

 

“I love you”, he whispered. The words surged through me, bringing me instantly back to that point moments ago in the entrance hall, I closed my eyes, reliving the pleasure. He turned to face me. “I’m in love with you” he repeated delicately, I smiled in a sort of disbelief, he leaned in and brushed his lips softly against mine. I was unmoved, my lips now begging for his. He leaned in again, this time with intent, and his tongue filled my mouth. We kissed passionately and feverishly, until he pulled away, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bedroom. I watched as the rest of his wet clothes fell to the floor.

 

We made love. He was passionate, sensual, tender, unabashedly sexual – natural. He crested and fell along with me with such magnitude, his athletic body glistening in the light from the entrance hall. He flooded me with emotion, taking me to heights that I had never before imagined, and when we were done, we lay together, legs, fingers, hair, intertwined and entangled. We laughed, talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else.

 

He got up to leave before sunrise. My head was still a haze of earlier’s passions and pleasures. He dressed, and came over to me in the bed, leaned down, kissed me once and again, slower. He smiled, his blue eyes lovingly glistening, and he turned to leave. “Chris” I called out after him, as he stepped foot out of the bedroom door, “I love you too.” He turned, beaming, and rushed back to me, pouncing on all fours over me. I shrieked and laughed as I bounced underneath him, as though I was on a trampoline. He bent his neck and kissed me on my forehead, cheek, chin, cheek, nose and finally lips. I breathed him in one more time and he was gone.

 

I collapsed back down onto my pillow, and threw the sheet over my face, bearly able to contain myself, in an attempt to hide, from the world, my face, aglow with excitement, exhilaration, satisfaction, and unadulterated bliss. I knew the journey that we had chosen together in the early hours of this morning wasn’t going to be an easy one, but I had him. He was mine.

 

 

 

FIN

 

 

 

 

OK i went back and re read all your stories twice :sweatdrop:

 

AHH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :bomb:

 

YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!! :dead:

 

Please keep this going!! you said FIN at the end..............but omg!!! please let thier be MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D:D:D:D

i dont want it to FIN :( XX

WOW, CAJAMnon, i just read your story!! it's wonderful!! good job!!

 

i don't wish it ended, either. :(

 

but good wrap up!! :D

Sorry about the delay in new chapters for Schoolboys. I'm actually in Florida right now (visiting relatives), so it's been busy. I just wanted to pop in and say hi to my favorite fanfic people. :D

 

So...hi. And I've read all the new chapters and stuff...and they're all very well written. I especially love the story where Guy ends up in the middle of the road. They need to put a leash on that man. :laugh3:

Final chapter # 42 ist up :)

 

Okay ...

 

Big round of applause for everyone who made it reading all my chapters until now. You've deserved yourself a pat on the shoulder. ;)

 

I have just uploaded my final (for the moment) chapter # 42 (yes, :laugh3: ).

 

However, as this whole thing became some sort of addiction to me and because I really enjoyed it, I have continued to write, but more in a fun way. I am not sure whether anything of the things I have written so far will ever get published?!

 

Enjoy! :)

Thanks muchly, for all the good words, but its easy when you have such a muse. ;)

 

Enjoy.

Come Back And Look For Me [CHAPTER ONE][/size][/color][/font]

 

 

 

 

The water dripped down from the gutter as I walked by, every drop hitting me on my shoulder. Just my luck. Walking down dark alleys was now my way of life, drugs are now my way of life. My dad always said never to take drugs, maybe I should of listened to him but I made my choice- I became a rockstar. I've got to do it in secret though, I can't let Coldplay's super clean image suffer. I can't tell anyone, it can't leak or our band is over.

 

I opened the door, the door that I have been opening every evening for the last four months. The usual routine. "Alright, mate?" I said to the door man, like I always did. I entered into another room where lots of people were sat around a table in a dimly lit room. They all looked up, smiled and then looked back at the table where they were dealing. I walked past the table to the counter, the place to buy some drugs. The person behind the counter always seems to be different every day and today wasn't any different. "Alright, what can I do for you?" asked the man who was covered in tattoos and had a cigarette behind his ear. "I'd like some coke please" I replied. "Sure, what's the name then?" the man asked. "Chris, Chris Martin" I answered.

 

Come Back And Look For Me [CHAPTER TWO]

 

WARNING: CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND DRUG REFERENCES/DRUG USE

 

 

 

 

I threw the cash on the table and he gave me the coke. I ran over to a table, opened the packet and dropped the contents onto the table. I got my credit card out of my pocket and cut it up into a dust like state. I pulled out my wallet and got out a £20 note, rolled it up and started to snort the coke. I grunted and shook as it entered my system, continuing to snort every little bit up my nose. After five minutes, it was all gone. I was high, I ran out of the den, pushing past many people and back into the dark alley. I was shaking as I fell to the floor outside, a few people walked past I clutched my chest, one of them whispered "look a crack head!". I ignored it and brought myself to floor and staggered past the alley and onto the main street.

 

I saw stars in my eyes as I staggered onto the road. I couldn't see anything other than the stars and the only thing I could hear was me breathing and the sound of car horns, beeping me, I knocked into one and quickly moved away before falling on top of anothers bonnet. I shook more as I ran across the road on to the pavement and ran into a nightclub. There was a bouncer at the front. "Do you want to go in?" he asked me. I didn't answer, I could barely hear what he was saying, I began to vomit, onto his shoe. "What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted, pushing me away onto the pavement, I saw blue flashing lights coming towards me as I began to close my eyes.

 

Hmmm...interesting story line...waiting for the next update!

Thank you :), Chapter Three will be up tonight, and just to let you know, the 'drug' stuff is only a small part of the big story which I am building up to

Come Back And Look For Me [CHAPTER THREE]

 

 

 

 

I heard voices as I opened my eyes. "Chris! You are okay" a woman said, it was Gwyneth. "Gwyneth?" I asked. "They found you knocked out! Are you okay?" asked Gwyneth, staring into my eyes. "I'm fine, so I'm in hospital!" I said. "Yes, you are!" replied Gwyneth. "I need to get out!" I demanded, pulled my sheets away and jumped off the bed. "Chris! The doctors have said you have to stay!" Gwyneth demanded. "I don't care what they think!" I replied, as I began to get my own clothes on. "Chris! get back in bed!" Gwyneth shouted. I ignored her and walked out of the ward. Doctors and nurses shouted my name as I walked out the door. Gwyneth ran after me, I quickly got into the lift and down to the bottom floor to the exit. I walked out, into the car park. I reached for my phone out of my pocket and called a taxi. Gwyneth had caught up to me. "Chris! What the hell are you doing?" she screamed, people looking at her. The taxi was here. "Just leave me alone!" I shouted as I got into the taxi.

 

"So where do you want to go?" asked the taxi driver. "Here's £100, take me some place far away!" I said, producing £100 worth of notes. "Yes sir" he replied and began to drive away from the hospital, as I sat back in my seat. My phone began to ring, I looked at it. It was Gwyneth. I wound down the window and threw my phone out, layed across the seats and demanded the taxi driver to wake me up when we are there.

 

Okay ...

 

Big round of applause for everyone who made it reading all my chapters until now. You've deserved yourself a pat on the shoulder. ;)

 

I have just uploaded my final (for the moment) chapter # 42 (yes, :laugh3: ).

 

However, as this whole thing became some sort of addiction to me and because I really enjoyed it, I have continued to write, but more in a fun way. I am not sure whether anything of the things I have written so far will ever get published?!

 

Enjoy! :)

I LOVED IT!!!! :D:D

:heart:

I LOVED IT!!!! :D:D

:heart:

 

Thank you so much :smug: :kiss:

Excuse me for being dumb LittleMissMessy but- where is it? :P