Alright, folks. Here is the final chapter (besides epilogue which will come eventually)! :D

 

Schoolboys

 

 

 

Will’s POV

 

It took me little more than ten minutes to get all my things ready. My mum was calling me from downstairs; apparently, everyone else was ready. I threw my toothbrush and toothpaste on top of my clothes and shut the suitcase. It didn’t close at first, but it finally relented after a few punches. I shut off the lights in my room and took off down the stairs. Jonny was hovering at the base, his arms crossed. This whole plan is flawed, I thought. It involved lots of unnecessary truth-stretching. Jonny and Chris had to tag along with us, because Guy was under the impression we were all going together.

 

I slapped Jonny on the back before grabbing a can of soda from the fridge. My dad appeared out of nowhere and plucked it from my hands. “Come on, Will. No time.”

 

I scowled, but didn’t argue. “Alright...Jonny, ready?”

 

“Yeah, yeah.”

 

“Where’s Chris?”

 

“Playing with the birdbath.”

 

“Guy?”

 

“Going after Chris. He noticed we didn’t have luggage.”

 

“Well, he had to find out sooner or later.”

 

“You ready, boys?” my dad interjected.

 

“Yeah, let’s go.” I led the way out the door into the cool sunshine. I tugged the sleeves of my jacket down as I scanned the sidewalk. Chris and Guy were both in the van, and by the looks of it, Guy had the taller boy pinned against one of the seats.

 

I pulled the door open, and Guy glanced over at me quickly. “Is it time already?”

 

“Train leaves at ten thirty.”

 

“Are Chris and Jonny going?” he asked. He tightened his hold on Chris’s wrist, earning a squeak of pain.

 

“Let go of me, you little...!” Chris held his tongue, realizing my mum and dad were standing a few feet away. Finally, to my amusement, Chris used his height as an advantage and wormed out of Guy’s hold. He smacked the other kid around the head and laughed. Guy crossed his arms and ignored him as Jonny climbed over his lap to sit between the quarreling pair. I squeezed into the back, alone. Figures.

 

“You’re going to have a great time, Guy.” assured my mother. “Don’t worry about a thing, okay honey?” I watched the back of Guy’s head as he looked up and nodded. Chris leaned back and rested against the back of the seat.

 

“Take care of him, Will.” he muttered, his eyes bright and teasing. I chuckled as Guy spun around accusingly.

 

“So you’re not going, then!”

 

“Well, you figured it out.”

 

“Boys, calm down...it’s a bit of a drive.”

 

..........

 

One agonizing hour later, we’d finally reached the train station. Jonny climbed over Chris to get out first, rubbing his head. Because my parents had been in the car, there had been no arguing or loud swearing. However, it had been a ridiculously dull drive, which was made more irritating by Chris’s singing halfway through. He didn’t have a bad voice, in fact it was quite delightful, but his choice in songs was atrocious. I had pulled my hood over my eyes and groaned every five minutes, and Guy resorted to thumping his head silently against the window. Jonny had just sat there, his lips pursed and a sour look on his face. But my parents didn’t seem to mind.

 

I pulled my bag back over my shoulder and yawned as I waited for my mum to dig out the tickets. I felt sorry for Guy...I wished we hadn’t covered up the truth like we did. He looked lost as he watched her; nervous even. He looked up at me for a moment; his eyes wide like a fawn’s. I shrugged apologetically, but he’d already covered up his vulnerable look as if it had never crossed his features.

 

“So, where are we going?” Guy asked as he looked from person to person. My dad smiled, and Chris shrugged. He looked at Jonny, who shook his head with a grin. My mum also kept her mouth shut, so Guy looked at me. I moved up to him and wrapped my arm tightly around his shoulders.

 

“Come on, let’s show him.”

 

“Alright. We have some time, Will, so meet us by the McDonald’s, okay?”

 

“Yeah.” I answered, not really listening. “Come on.” Chris and Jonny trailed behind us as I walked with Guy. We passed lots of people and quite a few tracks before I finally spotted the right one.

 

“So wha--hey!” Guy yelped suddenly. I turned to see what had happened. Chris had sneaked up behind him and wrapped his long fingers around Guy’s face, covering his eyes. Guy skidded to a halt, not trusting Chris to lead him safely. “Bugger off!”

 

“We’re almost there.”

 

“I can’t see...!”

 

I met gazes with Chris, and we shared a smile. I was a bit nervous about how Guy would react to the word ‘EDINBURGH’, but I hoped he would be happy; I really did. “Okay, mate, take a look.” Chris proudly took a step back, and Guy blinked vigorously to clear his vision. He swept some hair out of his eyes and looked up at the sign above the tracks. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, revealing the tips of his teeth. His brows knotted as he looked at me, pointing limply to the sign. I nodded, biting my lip. I was nervous he would freak out or something.

 

“What...but...you...Oh, Christ...” he laughed in amazement, and his mouth formed a shocked grin. “Thank you.” He said it as if I had just returned to him his most prized possession. Guy sheepishly leaned over to me and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him in return, giving him a few solid pats on the back. Thank God. I let out a breath I’d been unconsciously holding, and fresh enthusiasm bubbled up inside me.

 

“It was actually Chris’s idea.” I said, tilting my head in my other friend’s direction. Chris shook his head in horrified protest, and I laughed. Guy looked up apprehensively, as if asking if that was the truth. I nodded.

 

“Thanks so much for making room for me, Will.” Guy muttered as he let go of me. He turned back around, and Chris blushed a bit.

 

The events which unfolded next were astonishing. Guy, leaving my side, walked up to Chris. He stood there for a moment, looking as if he wanted to touch something with a large do-not-touch sign next to it. Then he muttered something inaudible before throwing his arms around the taller boy and hugging him fiercely. Chris was knocked back a step, but it still took him a good five seconds to react. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them, and Jonny looked stunned. Guy simply continued holding Chris, who looked as if he’d just been punched in the stomach--and thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a very strange expression...half pain, half joy.

 

Finally, Guy saw fit to let go. Chris stood frozen to the spot, his mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “I...”

 

“Thanks, Chris. I’m really...grateful.” Guy smiled earnestly, but the look in his eyes was guilty. “And I’m sorry I was such a dick to you before. You never deserved it. I’ve just been really off the past few weeks and...” he trailed off, shrugging. “Thanks.”

 

Chris nodded. “I’m always a wreck. You learn to live with it.” he said, smiling slightly. “Teenage angst.”

 

“Angst?” Guy repeated, laughing shakily. “You sound like a school counselor.”

 

“I am the school counselor.” joked Chris, rubbing his arm self-consciously. Guy grinned slightly, staring at his sneakers.

 

..........

 

Chris’s POV

 

I sat with Jonny in my parents’ car, resting my head against the window. He was flipping through a magazine, pointing out little things to me that caught his interest. I would grin and nod absent-mindedly, my thoughts a few miles away. I wondered what Guy and Will were doing now; if either of them was leaning their heads against the window of the train. I wondered what they would do in Edinburgh...if Guy had any relatives he could visit. I wasn’t sure, because the truth was that I didn’t know much about the little dark-haired kid. Hell, I didn’t know that much about Will Champion, either.

 

I jumped suddenly as Jonny poked me in the ribs. “Hey.”

 

“What?”

 

“Stop zoning out.”

 

“I wasn’t.”

 

Jonny rolled his eyes. Of course I had been zoning out, but I didn’t need to admit it. I had been thinking about what was going to happen when school began again after Christmas.

 

I had decided that Guy, Will and I would become friends. Not just boys who sat at the lunch table together, but real friends. The kind who stick by you even when you do something wrong. We would stick together; Jonny, Will, Guy, and me...even if only until the end of our time as schoolboys.

 

awww! :wacky::heart:::D:dance::clap:!!!!!!!

AWESOME Kyra!!!!!!

Okay, I thought I'd try my hand at Coldplay fanfics because I love the ones I've read here, especially School Boys and the Wizard of Oz spoof. However, this one isn't a slash with the guys, it's about Guy and, well, Arlene...because as we all know, those pics that were shown a couple of months ago were very suspicious. So, here we go with more mushiness and Coldplay references throughout!

 

"One I Love"

 

The way she talked, the way she walked, the way her blond hair bounced, even in a ponytail...all the cliche ways to describe a girl a boy was smitten for was what was running around in Guy Berryman's mind. Oh, and that smile, the one that he had to Twit about was what always caught his attention. Arlene Moon, a member of their management ever since they had started up the Viva tour, was the lucky woman of his admiration.

 

Yes, things had been going smoothly with Jo and he'd always love her but because she had been his first love. It was over between them and despite the love he held for Nico, their little girl, there would be no chance of getting back together.

 

Grammys 2009

 

He was sitting there, just leafing through some pictures he had gotten developed, waiting for their performance. They were to be on after U2, undoubtedly the world's largest rock band and their inspiration. No worries, no worries, thought Guy. God, he wanted a cigarette so badly at that moment. Arlene came in their dressing room, with a box of Connect Four in tow.

 

"Hello, Guy."

 

"Hi, Arlene. Connect Four, wow. Haven't played that since primary school."

 

"Do you want to start a game while you wait for your performance?"

 

Guy smiled. "Sure, let's have a go at it."

 

For about an hour, the two of them battled it out. Phil Harvey, Coldplay's unofficial fifth member even took a picture of them playing for the Twitter updates he was giving. And then, before he knew it...

 

"Guy, c'mon, we've got to start getting ready," said Jonny.

 

"Oh, now I don't want to." He eyed Arlene and the game with regret.

 

"Go on now, you've got to go upstage Bono. You may have won this game, but I will win the battle, Mr. Berryman. Rematch?"

 

"Very soon. Thanks, Arlene."

 

"Anytime."

 

Ever since they had connected four together, Guy found himself constantly at Arlene's side. They were always talking, always bonding. She would go with him whenever he ventured out to go find rare 45s for his jukebox or whenever he was in need for a fresh pack of cigarettes, which would result in Arlene telling him that "Those cancer sticks are going to kill you one day." He would even show her his photos, way before anybody else.

 

Yes, Mr. Berryman, the sexiest, most desired member of Coldplay, perhaps even more so than Chris Martin himself, was falling in love for the second time.

 

:D LOVE IT

^Yeah, I loved this Guy/Arlene story too. It's funny because when I heard that Guy has a girlfriend (due to Chris's comment some days ago), I instantly thought of her because they have been seen together quite a lot in my opinion. So, maybe there's something there;).....

 

Anyway, please post more strawberry_swing;3104715!

awwwh, schoolboys is over. :(

 

but well written and a wonderful story!!! great job, kyra! :D

Schoolboys

Epilogue

 

 

 

 

Jonny's POV

 

“Are you in love?” Chris asks the audience, waving his arms around in the air. They scream and howl in response, especially the people right below us. We watch as Chris goes about to the different sections, asking them all if they’re in love. Of course they are.

 

Then he gets that cheeky grin on his face I recognize so well and sidles up to Will. “Mr. Champion, big and scary, but lovable nonetheless...are you in love?” Will, grinning, gives him a pretty long ooh into the microphone. Chris practically squeaks with joy, even though he’s gotten the same response every single time he’s done it.

 

He then moves on to Guy, who takes a precautionary step backwards. I laugh as he looks at Chris with raised eyebrows, waiting for a clever statement. “Guy Berryman, the incredibly handsome bass player who’s too superior to acknowledge me...are you in love?” Guy laughs and shakes his head before leaning in close and singing his response.

 

I feel a small twinge in my stomach as Chris turns to me. “Jonny-boy, I know you’re very shy and hate to sing in front of anyone, even yourself...and I know you probably wish you could strangle me with this cord, but, Jonny-boy...are you in love?” I inch forward and give a long, yet rather weak ooh. Chris laughs and hits me on the shoulder, then bounces back to the center of the platform. “Oh, I’m a believer, I couldn’t leave her if I tried...oh...! If I tried...”

 

As the song ends, we put our instruments down and carefully make our way down from the platform. The roar of the crowd is now like background noise; something we’ve grown used to. Guy shakes himself out as he runs; prancing gracefully with his head held high. Chris flounders after him, trying to give out as many high-fives as he can. Will is only behind him to pull him out of the crowd if he were to be sucked in. I trail along in the back, watching the rest of the band as they jog down the aisle.

 

I begin to think about what we’re going to do after the show. Maybe Guy and I would grab a drink, or Chris would join us and we’d commandeer Will’s iPhone and watch a movie on it. Then, as all the other times before, he would get mad at us for using the battery and steal something from all of us, including Guy’s camera. Then he would hide them around the hotel and make us crazy. Guy would freak out every time, turning over suitcases and emptying our drawers. I had once found my iPhone missing, but Will gave it back sooner because I was so nice. Chris usually had to beg for the return of his item, getting down on his knees throwing himself dramatically at Will’s feet. Guy, the most stubborn, was always last to get his camera back.

 

I grin as I think about our little antics. Then I watch Chris lean forward to the drums, his mouth moving quickly. Will laughs at whatever he says, twirling a drumstick aimlessly in his hand. Guy eyes them, craning his neck as if he wants to know what they were talking about. Eventually he looks at me instead, shrugging and rolling his eyes. I chuckle and shrug back.

 

I would never trade being with my friends for anything.

 

aww, that epilogue was absolutely adorable. :cheesy:!!!

 

fantastically written. well done, my friend!! :heart::hug::clap:!!!

Thank you, darling! :hug:

:kiss:!!!

Aw, I'm glad I got some response to this story! Thanks!

 

One I Love, Chapter II

 

 

Late February-March 2009

 

Australia. Guy was exhilarated to go because of the success they had had during their second tour of the continent in 2006 during Twisted Logic. He loved the scenery, he loved the beauty and he loved the fact that he'd be on a plane for a good part of the day with Arlene in his company. Guy sat down in his seat and was waiting for Will to come; usually the two would sit together, but he remembered that Will would be with Marianne and the family for the flight. And then, she came in, traveling lightly with a leather laptop bag and a leather purse.

 

"Mind if I join you there?" she asked.

 

"Oh, no, go ahead. I don't mind," he said with a smile. Arlene returned it and he melted just a little inside. She stuck her bags in the overhead compartment and took the seat. Soon, the plane took off and Arlene made herself comfortable by turning on the new iPod she'd treated herself to just two weeks ago. Guy carefully saw what she was listening to.

 

"Hmm...Pink Floyd. Excellent choice," he said.

 

"They're only my second favorite band."

 

"Who's your first?"

 

"Coldplay. Or else I wouldn't be a part of your management." He let out a laugh, grateful for her answer because he knew she was telling the truth. Arlene offered one of the ear buds to him and they listened to Wish You Were Here and Dark Side of the Moon. They talked about what songs they liked and how Dark Side was a great album, but how it is overrated. She said her favorite was A Momentary Lapse of Reason.

 

"You should definitely come over to my place when we get back to England. I've been dying to show you my jukebox."

 

"Ah, yes, the infamous jukebox."

 

"I've got plenty of Pink Floyd, but I've also got some Beatles, obviously. I mean, no band could say that they don't get their inspiration from John, Paul, George and Ringo."

 

"Well, Oasis could deny it, but if anything, they get more than inspiration from them."

 

"Be Here Now is loaded with Beatles references."

 

"At least you guys didn't have to get high to write your music. And at least you're not pretentious assholes either, right?"

 

God, he loved this. He loved talking to her. She was so casual, so chill. She wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. She was down-to-earth, despite working with famous entertainers and didn't let the job get to her head. Arlene was different from Jo; not to say that Jo was a bad person. Jo was fantastic, really, but she let the rock 'n' roll lifestyle get to her head just a little bit. The townhouse she was working on was gorgeous, but he truly thought it wasn't fit for a two-year-old to live in.

 

They ate dinner, they chugged down a lager apiece and then Arlene felt sleepy. She'd been up earlier than Guy; getting all of their travel plans confirmed and ready.

 

"I think I'm going to take a nap, Guy."

 

"Do you need some sort of pillow? You can use my shoulder if you want." Arlene blushed. She hadn't expected that.

 

I'd love to use that sexy shoulder as a pillow. It'd give me the best night's sleep I'd ever have, she thought. Arlene though, decided to decline.

 

"No, it's okay. I, uh, don't really care much for pillows," she said, making up a lie to cover up her flustered feelings. Guy arched an eyebrow (a sexy eyebrow!) and thought, Who doesn't use pillows? Arlene shut her eyes and fell asleep within minutes. Guy looked over her, admiring her simply pretty facial features when Chris came up to him.

 

"Hey, mate. Say, you and Arlene sure seem to be getting along nicely."

 

"Yeah, we are. She's great."

 

"Guy...you fancy her, don't you?"

 

"No, of course not! Arlene's just a really close friend!"

 

"Then why were you staring at her for the past ten minutes while she slept?"

 

"I don't know. Why were you staring at us for the whole plane ride?"

 

"Touche, Mr. Berryman. Ah, to be young and in love..."

 

"But you're young and in love! Shut up, Chris."

 

"Look, you and Arlene both seem to be giving off vibes. Just ask her out already. There's a lot to do in Australia."

 

"Chris, you're going to wake her up and she's going to hear everything! I'll do it when I feel like if it's right, okay?"

 

"Oh, fine," he pouted. He then claimed he needed to go call his other half, but Guy saw him guffawing with Jonny, Will, Chloe and Marianne.

 

Great. Now the whole fucking Coldplay family knows, he thought, before deciding to ignore them and take a nap.

 

Guy was woken up by a bright Australian sun and a bright Arlene copyrighted smile.

 

"Good morning, you. We're already going to land! I'm so happy; I want a proper bed and an Internet connection so that way I can check my email," she said. They were going to land...oh, God. He had to deal with the paparazzi now. Guy knew they only bothered Chris, but if they were to catch him doing something unexpected, they'd post it all over gossip sites within a matter of minutes. However, teasing them did not seem like a bad idea. The only question was, how?

 

"Arlene, I hate dealing with the photographers. I want to give them something to talk about."

 

"What do you have in mind?"

 

"Let's pretend we're dating."

 

 

And there's chapter two! Hope you enjoyed!

 

Guy & Arlene:

:love:

 

 

Jonny:

:book2:

 

 

Guy:

:rockstar:

 

 

Chris, babbling:

:singer:

 

 

Will:

:cool:

 

^^just read chapters one and two!! they're great! well done!! :nice:!!

^^just read chapters one and two!! they're great! well done!! :nice:!!

 

Thanks! I really hope this comes out well. Those pictures from Perth sure can tell a story! :P

hah, they certainly do! :P!!

I love Guy! :D

Oh my God! I am loving it! I see that I'm not the only one who senses something in those two together:smug:.....Please post more soon.

kyra, the epilogue was amazing!! :heart:

The Schoolboy epilogue is amazing!!!Thank you!!

 

One I love is great as well!!

 

Where is Warning Sign? I miss it :D

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Epilogue

 

 

 

 

Jonny's POV

 

“Are you in love?” Chris asks the audience, waving his arms around in the air. They scream and howl in response, especially the people right below us. We watch as Chris goes about to the different sections, asking them all if they’re in love. Of course they are.

 

Then he gets that cheeky grin on his face I recognize so well and sidles up to Will. “Mr. Champion, big and scary, but lovable nonetheless...are you in love?” Will, grinning, gives him a pretty long ooh into the microphone. Chris practically squeaks with joy, even though he’s gotten the same response every single time he’s done it.

 

He then moves on to Guy, who takes a precautionary step backwards. I laugh as he looks at Chris with raised eyebrows, waiting for a clever statement. “Guy Berryman, the incredibly handsome bass player who’s too superior to acknowledge me...are you in love?” Guy laughs and shakes his head before leaning in close and singing his response.

 

I feel a small twinge in my stomach as Chris turns to me. “Jonny-boy, I know you’re very shy and hate to sing in front of anyone, even yourself...and I know you probably wish you could strangle me with this cord, but, Jonny-boy...are you in love?” I inch forward and give a long, yet rather weak ooh. Chris laughs and hits me on the shoulder, then bounces back to the center of the platform. “Oh, I’m a believer, I couldn’t leave her if I tried...oh...! If I tried...”

 

As the song ends, we put our instruments down and carefully make our way down from the platform. The roar of the crowd is now like background noise; something we’ve grown used to. Guy shakes himself out as he runs; prancing gracefully with his head held high. Chris flounders after him, trying to give out as many high-fives as he can. Will is only behind him to pull him out of the crowd if he were to be sucked in. I trail along in the back, watching the rest of the band as they jog down the aisle.

 

I begin to think about what we’re going to do after the show. Maybe Guy and I would grab a drink, or Chris would join us and we’d commandeer Will’s iPhone and watch a movie on it. Then, as all the other times before, he would get mad at us for using the battery and steal something from all of us, including Guy’s camera. Then he would hide them around the hotel and make us crazy. Guy would freak out every time, turning over suitcases and emptying our drawers. I had once found my iPhone missing, but Will gave it back sooner because I was so nice. Chris usually had to beg for the return of his item, getting down on his knees throwing himself dramatically at Will’s feet. Guy, the most stubborn, was always last to get his camera back.

 

I grin as I think about our little antics. Then I watch Chris lean forward to the drums, his mouth moving quickly. Will laughs at whatever he says, twirling a drumstick aimlessly in his hand. Guy eyes them, craning his neck as if he wants to know what they were talking about. Eventually he looks at me instead, shrugging and rolling his eyes. I chuckle and shrug back.

 

I would never trade being with my friends for anything.

Aww Kyra, that was AMAZING!!!!!! :clap::clap::clap:

:D:heart::D:heart:!!!

Aw, I'm glad I got some response to this story! Thanks!

 

One I Love, Chapter II

 

 

Late February-March 2009

 

Australia. Guy was exhilarated to go because of the success they had had during their second tour of the continent in 2006 during Twisted Logic. He loved the scenery, he loved the beauty and he loved the fact that he'd be on a plane for a good part of the day with Arlene in his company. Guy sat down in his seat and was waiting for Will to come; usually the two would sit together, but he remembered that Will would be with Marianne and the family for the flight. And then, she came in, traveling lightly with a leather laptop bag and a leather purse.

 

"Mind if I join you there?" she asked.

 

"Oh, no, go ahead. I don't mind," he said with a smile. Arlene returned it and he melted just a little inside. She stuck her bags in the overhead compartment and took the seat. Soon, the plane took off and Arlene made herself comfortable by turning on the new iPod she'd treated herself to just two weeks ago. Guy carefully saw what she was listening to.

 

"Hmm...Pink Floyd. Excellent choice," he said.

 

"They're only my second favorite band."

 

"Who's your first?"

 

"Coldplay. Or else I wouldn't be a part of your management." He let out a laugh, grateful for her answer because he knew she was telling the truth. Arlene offered one of the ear buds to him and they listened to Wish You Were Here and Dark Side of the Moon. They talked about what songs they liked and how Dark Side was a great album, but how it is overrated. She said her favorite was A Momentary Lapse of Reason.

 

"You should definitely come over to my place when we get back to England. I've been dying to show you my jukebox."

 

"Ah, yes, the infamous jukebox."

 

"I've got plenty of Pink Floyd, but I've also got some Beatles, obviously. I mean, no band could say that they don't get their inspiration from John, Paul, George and Ringo."

 

"Well, Oasis could deny it, but if anything, they get more than inspiration from them."

 

"Be Here Now is loaded with Beatles references."

 

"At least you guys didn't have to get high to write your music. And at least you're not pretentious assholes either, right?"

 

God, he loved this. He loved talking to her. She was so casual, so chill. She wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. She was down-to-earth, despite working with famous entertainers and didn't let the job get to her head. Arlene was different from Jo; not to say that Jo was a bad person. Jo was fantastic, really, but she let the rock 'n' roll lifestyle get to her head just a little bit. The townhouse she was working on was gorgeous, but he truly thought it wasn't fit for a two-year-old to live in.

 

They ate dinner, they chugged down a lager apiece and then Arlene felt sleepy. She'd been up earlier than Guy; getting all of their travel plans confirmed and ready.

 

"I think I'm going to take a nap, Guy."

 

"Do you need some sort of pillow? You can use my shoulder if you want." Arlene blushed. She hadn't expected that.

 

I'd love to use that sexy shoulder as a pillow. It'd give me the best night's sleep I'd ever have, she thought. Arlene though, decided to decline.

 

"No, it's okay. I, uh, don't really care much for pillows," she said, making up a lie to cover up her flustered feelings. Guy arched an eyebrow (a sexy eyebrow!) and thought, Who doesn't use pillows? Arlene shut her eyes and fell asleep within minutes. Guy looked over her, admiring her simply pretty facial features when Chris came up to him.

 

"Hey, mate. Say, you and Arlene sure seem to be getting along nicely."

 

"Yeah, we are. She's great."

 

"Guy...you fancy her, don't you?"

 

"No, of course not! Arlene's just a really close friend!"

 

"Then why were you staring at her for the past ten minutes while she slept?"

 

"I don't know. Why were you staring at us for the whole plane ride?"

 

"Touche, Mr. Berryman. Ah, to be young and in love..."

 

"But you're young and in love! Shut up, Chris."

 

"Look, you and Arlene both seem to be giving off vibes. Just ask her out already. There's a lot to do in Australia."

 

"Chris, you're going to wake her up and she's going to hear everything! I'll do it when I feel like if it's right, okay?"

 

"Oh, fine," he pouted. He then claimed he needed to go call his other half, but Guy saw him guffawing with Jonny, Will, Chloe and Marianne.

 

Great. Now the whole fucking Coldplay family knows, he thought, before deciding to ignore them and take a nap.

 

Guy was woken up by a bright Australian sun and a bright Arlene copyrighted smile.

 

"Good morning, you. We're already going to land! I'm so happy; I want a proper bed and an Internet connection so that way I can check my email," she said. They were going to land...oh, God. He had to deal with the paparazzi now. Guy knew they only bothered Chris, but if they were to catch him doing something unexpected, they'd post it all over gossip sites within a matter of minutes. However, teasing them did not seem like a bad idea. The only question was, how?

 

"Arlene, I hate dealing with the photographers. I want to give them something to talk about."

 

"What do you have in mind?"

 

"Let's pretend we're dating."

 

 

And there's chapter two! Hope you enjoyed!

 

Guy & Arlene:

:love:

 

 

Jonny:

:book2:

 

 

Guy:

:rockstar:

 

 

Chris, babbling:

:singer:

 

 

Will:

:cool:

:lol: @chris

 

this is wonderful!! :D I love it!!

:D

*does a triple bow* :D

Thank you all for reading Schoolboys. I have the best, most handsome/beautiful fans in the fucking world.

 

But I do want to read the next chapter of A Warning Sign (hint hint). And I also want to know what happens in Thalia's angsty fic! It's killing me wondering about what might happen! :uhoh2:

You guys are so talented ;)

Thanks for all the feedback. I feel like posting a third chapter tonight...

^Oh please do:)

Thanks for all the feedback. I feel like posting a third chapter tonight...

 

can't wait! :dance:!!

OMG IVE MISSED YOU GUYS SO MUCH

my laptop been broke but now its fixed

I LOVE SCHOOL BOYS

its really sweet how it ended

and EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN !

christina your sooo good

love fanfics cant wait for any more

xxxxxxx

thanks emma!! good to have you back!! :nice::heart:!!

aww thanks :) !! x