"Aaamaaaaaaaaziiiiiiiing Grace"!!! :singer: :lol:

 

Yes, I like it! :kiss:

 

And have fun tomorrow!!! :dance:

^^thanks, and thanks!! :laugh4:!!!

omg i love it xx

cant wait for the next chapter :D

thank you!! here's chapter two.

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

CHAPTER 2.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

 

MAY 19, 2009. PRESENT DAY.

 

 

“Chocolate Raspberry?”

“Nah.” Grace's curls danced as she shook her head.

Chris pulled playfully at her toe as she rested her feet on his lap. They were in the middle of Central Park on a gorgeous spring day.

He scratched his chin again. “Double Chocolate Chunk?”

She glared at him. “That's the fifth time you said that.”

They chuckled, and there was a silence for a few seconds. “I can't believe it's been ten years.”

His blue eyes looked into hers, he put his hand on her knee. “Apple wanted to know how we met the other day.”

Grace's face lit up. “Can I tell her?”

He furrowed his brown with a grin on his face. “No, no you may not. She's got to learn about getting her best friend her own way.”

“When he climbs into her bed and she breaks his jaw?”

“You didn't break my jaw.”

 

 

About fifteen minutes later it was time to meet their reservation at the Cheesecake Factory, to get their tenth cheesecake, to celebrate their tenth year of being best friends.

“So White Raspberry Truffle it is?”

Chris nodded, with a big smile on his face. Then came Mr. Mietti. He was the manager of the Cheesecake Factory, and had been the same person to give Chris and Grace their cheesecake for the past ten years. He built his schedule around it. “Ah, my two favorite customers!” He said in his barely understandable Italian accent.

“Hey, Mr. Mietti.” Grace said sweetly.” We're going to try the White Raspberry Truffle this time.”

“Oh, a wonderful choice, a wonderful choice.” Mr. Mietti looked over to Chris, then back at Grace. “So, did you propose to her yet?”

I blushed, for the tenth time in ten years. Chris chuckled. “Mr. Mietti, I'm happily married.”

“Oh, pish posh.” His belly shook as he waved his arms around. “I see the way you look at this girl. She's very fond of you too, ya know.”

We glanced at each other from across the table then back down at our plates. “The White Raspberry Truffle, Mr. Mietti, please.”

He laughed and started to walk away. “I'll try every year. Those two were meant to be together.” he said to a blonde waitress.

Gracie couldn't take her eyes off her fork. Did Chris know now? He couldn't have. She decided to break the silence. “So, did your talk with Gwyn get anywhere last night?”

He frowned. “Kind've.”

“Kind've?”

“We started to talk about our fight, right?” he said, scratching the tablecloth with his fork. “And we worked it out.”

“That's good!” Grace smiled.

“Wait, there's more.” He sighed. “So, things got kind've intimate for some reason. Don't ask me why, but I didn't mind.”

“Of course.” She nodded, listening intently. “You climbed into bed with me ten years ago.”

The ends of Chris's mouth twitched into a smile.

“Where'd you get to?” Grace said, knowing what he didn't want to say.

“Um...”

“Bra?”

“Shirt.”

“Ugh, loser.” Grace joked.

Chris chuckled, but frowned again. Something was really bothering him, Grace could tell. “She stopped me there, and said that she couldn't even look at me anymore.”

Grace stopped with the jokes right there, she didn't know what to say for a few seconds. “Does this mean...di-”

“Divorce. Yeah.” He rubbed his eyes.

She gasped and grabbed his wrist, quickly. “Oh, oh Chris. I'm so sorry. But you know, this is for the better. You can't go on living miserable.”

His sad blue eyes looked up at her, and he squeezed her hand. “You're right. All of last night I was thinking about that talk we had the other night, and, I knew that it was for the best. Thank you, Gracie. What would I do without you?”

She shivered a little, smiling into his big blue eyes. “Well, first, before we answer that question, I want some damn cheesecake.”

Conveniently, the waitress brought their cheesecake out at that moment. They picked of their forks in sync and smiled at each other. “Ready for number ten?”

“Ready.”

They dug their forks in at the same time, and bit into the rich, sweet flavor of the cake. “Amazing as always.” Chris smiled.

 

 

 

 

enjoy!! now, i won't be able to write for a while.

 

as you can see from my siggy, i'm going to be VERY busy the next two days. :wacky::dance::D!!

ooh, very nice christina! :)

aww wicked thanks xx

thank you! :nice::heart:!!!!

Nicole, I am now in dire need of chocolate and a quick plane trip somewhere:wink3::laugh3:

I enjoyed both your stories, I thought they were:sweatdrop::sweatdrop:, well written.

 

 

:bomb::bomb:

 

 

 

Well..........now I'm def. dead!:bomb::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::sweatdrop:

 

 

 

Whoa! Pervy stories! :helmet:

 

Thanks all :)

 

The next story will coming soon...maybe ;)

oh, and in the beginning of chapter 2, i totally meant to put "grace", not "gracie". my niece is being born soon, and her name is going to be gracie, so, i have gracie on the mind. :laugh4:!!!

 

please tell me if you see that again!!! :D

Confusion Never Stops PART ONE

 

 

 

The car raced past as it continued up the motorway. The police followed, their lights flashing. "Pull over!" a policeman said, putting his head out the window but the car just began to go faster. "Pull over!" one of the policeman said again, this time louder. "Have you got the registration plate of the car?" asked the driver to the other policeman who was on his laptop. "Yep, just typing it in". There was a pause. "Who's is it then?" asked the driver. "It's a Mr Berrymen's. Mr Guy Berrymen's" replied the policeman. "Alright!". The policeman drove faster, now just behind the car but the car just went much faster. It made a quick turn. "That's a quarry down there!" shouted one of the policeman. The car sped up, crashed into a fence and into the quarry below. The police car stopped and an explosion could be heard. "We need an ambulance down here now" said one of the policemen, calling 999. "Yes, a car has crashed into a quarry. Then there was an explosion"

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Where's part two?!:bigcry:

:uhoh:!!!

 

poor guy. :bigcry:!!

But IS IT Guy?

Oh! I didn't thought about this! My brain goes :bomb: when I see "Guy Berryman":laugh3:

hah, this fanfic reminds me of lost. IS HE WHO HE SAYS HE IS?! :uhoh::dizzy:!!!!

:uhoh: maybe someone stole guy's car?

Maybe...Maybe! :P

It's ALIVE! It's alive! *manic laughter*

 

Next chapter of Schoolboys soon...maybe later today!

 

Edit: Okay, it's not gonna be today. :P I'm hitting a brick wall again. I know what I want to happen, I just can't get it out in words...

yaayy okay xx cant wait

Oh, a Guy fanfic!!

There´s few ones with him...

 

Oh, and I loved "The Lift"!!!! Just read it, is so awesome!!!

But its short, tho.... =/

I want more!! I´m so excited about it.... think I´m gonna write something to you girls! =D

Confusion Never Stops PART TWO

 

 

The phone rang. "I'll get it!" demanded Phil, running to the phone. Chris, Will and Jonny were sitting on the sofa, jamming. "How's this, then?" asked Chris, doing a riff on his guitar. "A riff? Is that really Coldplay?" asked Will. Phil walked over to them, interrupting them. "Umm, Chris, Will, Jonny" said Phil, in a somber mood. "Yes?" they asked. "It's Guy. His car crashed into a quarry and exploded. His body hasn't been found!" said Phil, a tear rolling down his cheek.

 

"What?" said Chris, his hand rolling down his face as he paced the floor. Jonny ran into another room, crying. Will tried to act tough but even a tear fell from his eye. "He's dead, guys" said Phil, grabbing a tissue and wiping his eyes. "He might not be!" exclaimed Chris, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "It was his car, it crashed into a quarry and exploded. His body was probabbly singed. If he was alive, he would be here!" shouted Phil, an echo going across the room. He walked into the kitchen, threw open a cupboard, got a packet of crisps and sat back on the sofa, his tears soaking the crisps. "Does his family know?" asked Will, his face appearing from behind a pillow. "Yes" said Phil. "Is there going to be a memorial service?" asked Chris, grabbing a crisp. "Yes, it's next friday" said Phil, breaking down.

 

The next five minutes saw silence in the bakery as the band tried to come to terms with the death of their beloved bass player.

 

 

INFO ABOUT THIS:

Writing this, even I cried. And I'm a guy! So...it's meant to be emotional. I hope it got through! :)

 

Oh God! It's really emotional...:cry: Thank you!

Can't wait for part three...

Schoolboys...Chapter 13

 

 

 

Jonny’s POV

 

I sighed, stirring my soup half-heartedly. My dad watched me, glaring a bit. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked finally, leaning his elbows on the table. My mother smiled.

 

“Nothing!” I said quickly. “Nothing, I’m just not hungry.”

 

“Why not? I told you not to eat too much at Chris’s...”

 

“I didn’t.” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m just a little distracted, alright?”

My mum lifted her eyes in curiosity. “What’s wrong, Jonny?” I suddenly regretted saying anything. I should have told them I had just eaten too much. Taking another mouthful of soup, I shook my head slowly.

 

“Mum, it’s nothing.” I insisted. If she asked again, I decided to tell the truth...I couldn’t think of a good lie. Luckily, she didn’t. I managed to finish off the soup and a slice of bread. Without staying for dessert, I carried my plates into the kitchen and placed them carefully in the sink. My mum could always ask me, but there was no way I would ever do the dishes. I had a strong aversion (bordering on a phobia) to dirty dishes.

 

Instead of going for the television, I plopped down on my bedroom floor. I was still quite surprised by Chris’s sudden interest in getting Guy to Scotland. It was kind, thoughtful, noble...but I wondered why he was so bent on it happening. Perhaps he was desperate to keep him as a friend. Or maybe he felt guilty...

 

I picked up my poetry book, flipped to the Longfellow poem we were supposed to read, and promptly gave up on it. I couldn’t concentrate at all. Tiptoeing, I made my way back downstairs to the phone. I picked it up, wrapped the cord around my wrist and dialed Chris. He picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

 

“Hi mate, it’s Jonny.”

 

“Oh! Hello, Jonny-boy.”

 

“So...” I said casually. “What’re you doing?”

 

“Reading the bloody Longfellow poem, what do you think?”

 

“Oh, yeah. Me too.”

 

“Is it all you have to do?”

 

“I finished my other homework before.”

 

“Oh.” His voice suddenly lowered. “Hey...Will called me back. He said that his parents were all for Guy going with them.”

 

“Really?” I asked, my mouth making the shape of an O.

 

“Yeah, he said they’re going to call the Berrymans tonight, work it out.”

 

“Wow. That was fast.” I hoped that Guy would accept the offer, for fear Chris’s heart might be damaged beyond repair if he didn’t.

 

“So, what’s up?” chirped Chris.

 

“Uh...”

 

“You don’t know?”

 

“No...”

 

“Jonathan...”

 

“Sorry! I guess I called to see if you were okay.”

 

“I’m okay,” Chris drawled. “Don’t worry.”

 

“I can’t help it. I need to worry. I fear I’ll explode if I don’t worry.” I heard my friend laugh, then rebuke one of his brothers for being too loud. I rolled my eyes. “Alright, well...if you’re okay, I’ll just be going now.”

“Okay...see you tomorrow at school.”

 

“Mate, it’s Saturday tomorrow.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Goodbye, Chris.”

 

awww bless x i love school boys