Ooh, i havn't been in this thread for a while! :lol: I just want to say that I will be finishing off all my FanFics in my summer holiday! (July 1st to September) So expect lots of writing! :D

Okay! I've something for you all!

 

One I Love, Chapter III

 

 

Arlene couldn't believe what she was hearing.

 

"What?!"

 

"Yeah, come on! It'll be funny; we'll give them a nice little surprise and Chris'll be grateful because the cameras will be off him for once. Then we won't have to deal with the Drama King for the ride to our hotel!"

 

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, then the paparazzi will start spreading rumors and your fan girls won't be too happy either..."

 

"I really want to, Arlene! Please, won't you do it? For me?" Guy gave her the puppy dog face and she caved. She couldn't resist his pleading brown eyes.

 

"Okay, I'm in," she said with a smile. Guy flashed her his sexy smile in return. The plane began to make its final descent into Perth and Guy took Arlene's hand and held it until they landed. He remembered her mentioning once that landing was her least favorite part of a plane trip; he was the opposite, he thought taking off was the worst. Finally the plane stopped. Both donned a pair of stylish shades and found their bags. They followed out Jonny, Chloe and little Violet; their hands still intertwined.

 

They went through customs, of course, showed their passports and the fun began. Arlene hooked an arm around his shoulders and he loved the feel of her skin on his neck. This gesture made him produce a huge, gorgeous smile and he could see the first few camera flashes go off. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, just to give an allusion but Guy wished that she truly meant them. More cameras went off and the Coldplay boys looked over at the fondling couple. They didn't know it was a facade, and Chris threw Guy a look of "I told you so!" It had worked quite well, thought Guy.

 

Their caravan of cars were on their way. Guy and Arlene had stopped their canoodling and separated; Guy went with the band and Arlene tried to find her management people.

 

"So, are you two together?" asked Jonny, while offering Chloe to let him hold Violet for awhile.

 

"What? Oh, no! We're not."

 

Arlene stopped to hear this.

 

"Then what was with the love fest in the airport?" asked Chris.

 

"Oh, um, we thought it'd be funny to pull a fast one on the paparazzi and give them something new to gossip about, rather then make them say things about yours and Gywn's marriage, Chris."

 

"No wonder the photographers left me alone. Thanks, Guy! But are you sure you're not together?"

 

"Yeah, because you looked pretty legit to me," said Will.

 

"No! We're not together! We're just friends and that's it!"

 

God, she hated that term. Just friends... Arlene made eye contact with Guy, whom had a face of 'Oh shit' and she turned away, pretending to act like if she hadn't noticed. She found a distraction by talking to Franksy. The cars arrived and a line had been drawn. As good as friends as they were, there could never be nothing more. She couldn't cross that line. Guy had been rumored for dating Helena Christensen and Jo had been very posh and stylish; very fitting for a musician's wife. And they had been together before Coldplay had made it big.

 

The Coldplay crew back on land; everyone got down to business. Arlene made sure everything was set and ready for the shows in Perth with Franksy and Miller. She tried not to think about Guy's comments while working. She got back to her hotel room, ready for a nice night in front of the television after a soothing bath...perhaps call up room service for a bottle of merlot when she saw Guy, standing in front of her door with a flustered look set upon his gorgeous face.

 

 

Hope you all enjoyed it! :D

 

Chris, Guy, Jonny, & Will, like BFFs gossiping:

:gossip:

this was really good!!! :D:D:D

you're an excellent writer! :clap:

:dance:

Si! Don't you have a few hundred fanfics tucked under your belt that you need to finish? :P

 

:hug:

“She’s basically said she’ll be there no matter what and by acting the way you do, it’s like you’ve told her to fuck off – don’t repeat anything Daddy says…ever” he hands Moses his sunglasses and the child nods smiling, returning to the swing where his sister was still sitting.

 

:laugh3: just catching up on my fanfics...love them all! :wacky:

Its my 700th post! i wanted it to be here! WOOT FANFICS!!

My next ... and as always, not for minors ;)

 

Counterfeiter

 

 

 

 

The concert is at an end. The last bars of "The Escapist" are still to hear, because I am already looking for my way through the crowd outside.

How happy I would be, still with others remain butterfly confetti pick up, from the roadies a set list begging…

But I have not even time for me to be in the queue for a free CD to get.

Finally arrived outside the stadium, I made a search, in my view, good place and unpack my T-shirts.

In recent weeks, I have almost continuously shirts in the CP design painted. Well, I hope a few of them sell.

I have a guilty conscience, finally I have no license and I also think I cheat the band on their income.

But I need the money urgently to finance my trip to London for the last concert of CP and another possibility I do not haggard.

My shirts are not even all out there already, the first concert visitors to look closer at it, ask about the prices. And after a short time, I have the first shirts sold.

More and more people crowd around my improvised "stand" and the crowd awaken the interest of security.

Oh my God, I will be very bad. What should I do? Everything does not wrap up quickly, this is still too many shirts on the floor. Keep cool and lie, because by my permission I would be lost? This is guaranteed not to work and could worsen this situation. I am also a miserable liar.

So deep breath, shut eyes and through!

"Good evening. Can we please see your state approval? ", says me even one of the two security people.

"Uh, stand permit? Do I have one? I did not know that. ", I reply.

"Of course you need. And probably even an additional license to show them to be allowed to sell merchandise. But they are probably all fake anyway! ", now turns the second into the conversation.

"My T-shirts are not forged," I retort upset. "These are all my own designs!"

"Regardless, you pack everything together and come with us."

What else remains for me? I pack everything together and then ask: "So, what now? Let me just go, please! "

"This is absolutely not in question. Come now, and - no silly tricks! "

The two Security’s take me into their midst, and lead me back to the stadium. I feel like a felon, it lacks only the handcuffs.

We pass the entrance, from which the concert visitors still flock and get down into the so-called "catacombs" of the stadium.

In another situation, I would certainly be interesting premises, but now, I have another in the head.

We run through countless corridors, Roadies crossed our path, look at me curiously. I discover doors where signs sticking like "catering", "CP wardrobe" and "sitting room"...

Before any of these doors, we are stand finally, one of the security officers opened it and leads me into it.

“So, you wait here now! And do not try to escape - well you would not come anyway.”

Woom, the door flies with momentum, the key turns in the lock and I'm alone.

I feel like a predator in his cage, and ceaselessly I wander through the room. My thoughts rollercoaster ride, I have abdominal pain and creates it's just not me to calm down. What if right now the police appear and take me? What they will do with me? Will I get my train the next morning, and can go home?

But this is no mystery, I must simply wait…

After a long wait, it happens to me as if I was already here for hours, suddenly the door opens and I get the shock of my life. Not the police stand in front of me, but the members of CP!

The four are quite acidic, and behind they are gloating grinning the two security people who have brought me here.

"So you're this counterfeiter who has tried in front of the stadium our merchandise items for sale?"; W. take the floor. "What have you really thinking? Everyone knows it, which is punishable by law. "

"Show us trying the stuff." calls G. "Hopefully not a fan was stupid enough to buy cheap copies."

At this moment should be noted that, in my T-shirts is not counterfeit, it would not very clever of me. That's why I opened my bag and silently pick out the shirts. J. looks at some of them, it suddenly shook his head and turns around to Security’s: "Thank you, we need you no more. This thing we clarify itself!" Shoulder jerking the safety people leaves the room.

"C. please come and look at this.", J. begins anew. So far, C. stood in silence and his unbelievable blue eyes are drilled with a raging blaze in mine. "No!" he replied.

“I would not see these shit!“

The other band members look at my shirts now and on their faces suddenly I can see a lot of courtesy.

"Now come on C.", G. tried it again. "These are not copies of our stuff. I would almost say they are better than our own shirts! "

And looking at me: "Did you have the shirts designed and painted?"

"Yes, I have.“ I says and I reciprocate C. defiant eyes. "I have the security people tried to explain that I do not sell pirated copies. That I have approval should stand, I know, but I have done nothing illegal! "

Now at last also C. casts a glance at my shirts. And at a glance, it is not - under any shirt he seems to be enthusiastic!

"Hey, these are really first class. I did not know that our songs so great ideas for some Designs can be! "

The view from his blue eyes is now so much warmer and friendly, he could melt icebergs.

C. looks at the other band members and says: "Okay guys, I clarify it here. If you do not mind?" The 3 grin, shake their heads, say" Bye "and leave the room.

Now I'm alone with C., but not really helping, I am calm.

I can not really explain, but this man seems to be a magical attraction for me to have. His sheer sight evokes thoughts and feelings in me, as I have never before experienced. Any further views from these incredible eyes brings me closer to an inner abyss. If C. still longer so looks at me, will also be the last remainder of my reticence in unbridled lust dissolve.

C. clear one's throat and goes with the tongue on the lips - I have to swallow hard - and asks me: "Am I one of the shirts have?"

"Certainly." I whisper hoarsely. "You can have it all. I do not want it more, I have enough trouble with that! "

"Say no such thing! You'll no longer have anger, I promise you! And I would just like one shirt." replied C. and takes one with "Trouble" lyrics.

In seconds he has his shirt pulled over his head and now he stands with a bare-chested in front of me. He must have just showered, as I only now noticed. His hair is still slightly damp and the smell rises me his shower gel in the nose.

C. wants the shirt from me to pull over, but suddenly stops and looks at me, grinning: "What is? Why you look so?"

He really want an answer? I am at this moment quite convinced that he knows exactly what is in my head. And this situation he not only enjoys - he has deliberately provoked.

This realization shocked me a little - but not enough to not play this game.

Still with a grin on the face, he approaches me and pulls the shirt is off again. "We do not want that it is wrinkled or dirty." C. says and puts the shirt back to the others.

"Where should it be dirty?" I asked him quite innocently, is my excited but not too well hidden.

Without answer takes C. my face in his hands and starts to kiss me. "During the things we will do in the next time." he whispered to me between two kisses in my ear and hence admits the last vestiges of my doubts whether we both want the same thing.

He pulls my shirt from me, includes tenderly caress and kissing my breasts. Me escapes a loud sigh and I have trouble myself from excitement on his feet to hold. C. seems to notice this, because he suddenly lifts me up and carry me to the couch.

In his arms to lie just makes me happier than anything else in the world and I wish this moment would never end.

We lie on the couch and C. further explored my body. His hands seem to be everywhere, his fingertips to paint the contours of my body - it is so wonderful of him to be caressed. His lips touch my neck, his tongue playing with my earlobes before finally C. gently bites in them.

I am now absolutely accepts, give myself C. completely, and can think of nothing else. His sex appeal is so great for me, I have nothing to oppose. And I'm sure - C. is fully aware of!

Meanwhile, we are both so heated up that we have this kissing and stroking no longer enough and we still wears the latest clothes to get rid of annoying want. It takes only seconds and we both are completely naked.

I pulls C. on me and it finally feel deep inside me. We both moan with enthusiasm at finally getting what we have awaited. Our bodies are moving in line, ever faster…

C. begins to sweat - the shower if he can save itself - and now we are literally stuck together. Together we are now at the climax and scream before relief, when we finally reach our goal.

A few minutes, we still remain subject to successive, then dissolves C. of me stands up and begins to put on. In between, he goes away my clothes, and so we are a short time later "properly" over.

C. smiles at me: "Forget about your T-shirts not. Only one, please do not, I would really like to keep it, if I may? "

"Of course." I reply. "I give it to you. Maybe you wear it sometime and think of me. "

"Oh, I certainly think even without the shirt on you." contends he and gives me a business card. "This is the address of our hotel. I have it back a few lines, so you can enter. I would be happy to meet you tomorrow at 10am, with the other band members and our Merchandise Manager - I'm sure we did a good job for you! "

Kiss me once again, turns around and goes and leaves me completely perplexed stand ...

 

 

Thanks Kirsten for the Idea :)

I am a minor so I wont read it ;)

Haha, I don't think I can trust you :D

i promise! :sneaky:

Something Worth Fighting For

 

Chapter three

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

 

A sharp pain jerked through my body when I hit the ground. There were little stars in my view, because my head hit something metal beneath me, too. Fuck, now I’d gonna die, I just knew it.

 

I was standing on the railway track and the freight train finally hit me.

 

“Ugh!” was the only thing I was able to say, because Will was still strangling me.

 

“You little bastard, you thought I would forgot, eh? That stupid bloke would forgive you for your stupidity, right!? Fuckin’ no!” he spat into my face, I felt his saliva bombarding my skin like little spears.

 

His whole body was pinning me to the rusty ground. There was already some dirt in my eyes, they were getting all teary and I could see even less than before.

 

Fuck, what now? Think Chris, think! The oxygen inside you is getting rare, soon enough you’ll be dead, for sure. If Will’s intention is to kill you, he will, you know it.

 

I grabbed his cramped hands, trying to pull them away.

 

No chance. They were like steel gloves. They only got tighter around my throat, which was already burning like fire.

 

I used my knees, trying to kick Will in his nuts. Yeah I know, it’s pathetic, but damn, what should I do?

 

“Fff-uck!” was the next thing I could hear, and thank god those brutal hands suddenly slid of my throat, which looked probably rather swollen and red by now.

 

Okay so I managed to kick him in his privates, what now? He got presumably even angrier. I quickly stood up and stumbled to the next wall, looking for some stuff to arm myself.

 

“You’re not going to leave that building alive Chris.” he said in a surprisingly calm voice, which sounded also frighteningly convincing.

That mad man was already up to his feet again, standing there like a balefully knight.

 

“Jesus, Will, please, isn’t there any other way we can end this shit? It won’t make your life any better if you kill me!” There had to be a way to bring back the normal Will.

 

“It seems like you don’t know… or don’t understand what I went through. You probably think I should just calm down and chill, drink a cup of tea and relax, think of better times, go on and live a beautiful life, be happy and have awesome friends…”

It was already getting dark outside, and the huge windows in this building formed huge scary shadows all over the place, one directly on Will, making him even more viciously looking, “… who fucking killed your everything”

 

I stepped backwards, pressed my back against the cold wall. I was hiding a pipe I grabbed before behind myself, with intent to use it if I had to.

 

 

 

Then everything happened like in some kind of a dream… or should I say nightmare?

Will started to run towards me, his hands cramped to fists, hungry for blood. His face in shadows, the area around his eyes in crinkles of pure wrath and everything combined he was going to vent it on me.

I started running, too. I knew if I’d just stand there I would be even more vulnerable. Now I was lifting up the old pipe I was holding in my right hand and yelled of fear and anger at the same time. Not even that changed a wee bit of Will’s face expression, he just kept sprinting towards me.

 

I was about to haul the pipe right into his head when I heard a shout, stricken with fear, from behind the locked door. Only a hundredth of a second I looked into the wrong direction, seeing Guy and Jonny hammering against the door, both looking shocked and confused, don’t know how to react to that strange situation.

 

It was that one hundredth of a second that was going to change my whole life.

 

:stunned:

 

you're so sneaky........BUT I LOVED IT! MORE MORE MORE! :D

:evilgrin:

 

Next chapter tomorrow/today, 1 am is a little bit too late for me :dead:

OMG AMAZING! :D

Oh and Aniskywalker. i didnt read your fanfic but if i did I would have to tell you it was really good ;)

:D thanks ;)

nicole, i love your fanfics! they're great! :nice:

thalia, awesome!! :dance: i can't wait for the next part. :)

 

i think i'm gonna work on How Infinite is Space? now...

go Brooke go! :whip:

Guess what?!

 

One I Love, Chapter IV

 

 

Guy's eyes widened as soon as he saw Arlene.

 

"Uh, what's going on Guy?" she asked, trying not to make eye contact with him.

 

"You overheard what I said to the guys, didn't you?" he asked, rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand and ruffling his hair.

 

"What, about us being friends? Why would I be concerned about what you said? We are friends, Guy. At least, I think we are."

 

"We are, but...god, I don't know Arlene. Is it so wrong for me to have other feelings for you? Feelings that fall under the dating category?"

 

"It's not wrong, Guy. You just made it sound like if it was such a horrible thing to have feelings for me. You're not the only one who's confused."

 

"When I was smiling...you know, while we gave the paps their photo ops, I meant it. It felt really great being embraced by you, Arlene."

 

"Yeah, well, it felt nice seeing you smile like that. I haven’t seen you smile like that in awhile, only when Nico is in your presence. I’m glad I helped put that smile on your face.”

 

Guy couldn’t help but smile again.

 

“Look, Arlene, I like you, okay?”

 

“Yeah, well the feeling’s mutual, Berryman. I think I started feeling something ever since we played Connect Four at the Grammys.”

 

“Get something nice on and meet me in the lobby in half an hour. We’re going out.” He walked away from a totally love struck Arlene who quickly went in her room, showered, let her hair loose and natural and put on a pretty red sundress that she’d brought along. On went a pair of beige heels and she was ready with five minutes to spare. She took the elevator down to the lobby, where Guy was waiting for her in an all black tailored suit and sunglasses.

 

“So, you look nice. Are you ready to go?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, I am. Let’s go.”

 

Guy had gotten a car service to take them to the ‘C Restaurant,’ which Guy said was a very popular fish place in Perth that also had a reputation for a posh bar, a popular high tea and very expensive prices. It was crowded, but the hostess had noticed who he was and had the two seated within ten minutes.

 

“Nice job, Berryman,” she said, as he led her by the hand while following the hostess.

 

“Hey, there are some benefits to being in a very hard soft rock band, Arlene. But you know I don’t really use this to my advantage all the time.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” They were seated and Guy ordered a bottle of wine when their waitress came by.

 

“So, I’m really sorry about earlier,” he said.

 

“I know.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Guy, your eyes are so genuine and truthful. I know when you’re being sincere and that’s usually always because you’re just such a sincere guy. Now, let’s look at the menu first and then we’ll discuss this more.” They perused it and ordered from the dinner and dessert menu…at a whopping $69 per person. Arlene raised her eyes at the price tag, but he waved it off. Guy ordered the char grilled beef tenderloin; Arlene, the west Australian market fish. After their waitress brought the guaranteed garden salad, they continued their conversation.

 

“We’ve made it clear, Arlene. We both do like each other.”

 

“Yeah, we do. Now, are we going to do something about it? Or should we just not worry about it, ignore our feelings for each other and stay friends?”

 

“I want to keep doing this. I want to see if this is going to evolve into something more…which I have a feeling will, Arlene. What about you? Do you want to date and see where this all goes?”

 

She stared straight into his chocolate colored eyes. Again, like earlier, they showed sincerity. She reached across the table and took his hand.

 

“Yes, Guy, I want to. I’m in; I’m all in.”

 

After a delicious dinner and a fantastic dessert of apricot panicotta and chilled banana soufflé, they went walking back to their hotel to burn off the meal. No one recognized the man behind the glasses and Arlene loved that because it meant the public eye could leave them alone and perhaps not spread rumors about them. When they got back, Guy walked Arlene to her room.

 

“So, uh, is this where I get to kiss you goodnight?”

 

“Only if you want to, G-” He had bent down and finally got to taste what he’d been desiring the past couple of months. Guy caught Arlene off guard, but she didn’t mind.

 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early?” he asked.

 

“Yes, you most definitely will. Goodnight, Guy.”

 

“Goodnight, Arlene.” He waited for her to go into her room and went back to his room with Chris, whom was peeping out of the door. Jonny and Will were there too; all three of them wondering what had happened.

 

“I thought Arlene wasn’t your girlfriend!” exclaimed Chris while Guy shook off his surprise at all three of the Coldplay boys in his room.

 

“Mate, c’mon! You’ve got to make up your mind,” said Jonny.

 

“Hey, guess what. She is my girlfriend. So you all can stop stalking us, okay? We went out and I had a really nice time, as did she. Now, Jonny, go back with Chloe and Violet; Will, go back with Marianne and your own offspring. I’m tired and I want some sleep.” Jonny and Will said their goodbyes and left Guy alone with Chris.

 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than pry into my own love life?” asked Guy.

 

“Actually, no. I don’t. I just talked to Gwyn and said good night to the kids and well, I’ve listened to too much of the Wiggles for my own good. So I thought this would be more fun.” Guy rolled his eyes, got undressed and shut out the light. In bed, he couldn’t help think about tomorrow, for he’d be setting eyes on Arlene.

 

Guy rolled his eyes, got undressed and shut out the light.

 

is it wrong that my mind... wandered at that point? :P

 

anyways... cute story! i like it! :)

yay! :dance: now i have to read it :P

Guy rolled his eyes, got undressed and shut out the light.

 

is it wrong that my mind... wandered at that point? :P

 

anyways... cute story! i like it! :)

 

Uh, of course it's not wrong that your mind wandered. That's what mine did the whole time I was writing it! :D

hahaha :D glad i'm not alone.

must. stay. up. to. read. fanfics.

it's back! :dance:

in case you've forgotten what's happened- Part 4.

How Infinite is Space?

Part 5

 

OH! warning- an F-bomb is dropped in this particular section. :shocked3: SCANDAL!

 

 

 

 

"Are we almost done with the testing? My arms are starting to hurt!" Chris was standing on a platform in the middle of the lab with both his arms raised up in the air. Retaw was standing on the other side of the glass panel between them, reading the text that had appeared on the panel.

 

"If you'd like, you may lower your arms now, but you still need to remain standing." Chris lowered his arms, and as soon as he did more text appeared on the glass. Retaw took what looked like Saran wrap and pressed it up against the panel. When he removed the sheet the text came with it.

 

"Whoa, man, that's freaking awesome! How'd you do that?" Retaw laughed at Chris' amazement as he put the wrap down on a table that was next to him.

 

"I informed you before, Chris Martin. Our technology is far more advanced. And actually, that is outdated technology." He pressed a button that was on the wall next to the table, and a doorway appeared on the glass panel. "We're done with the testing now. You may exit the testing area."

 

Chris walked off of the platform and back to the corner of the lab where his pants were. He put his trousers back on, then turned and walked over to Retaw.

 

"So, how'd I do, Retaw?"

 

"We are still processing the information, Chris Martin. If you would kindly wait out in the hallway, the results should be ready in a few minutes."

 

"Oh, ok. Will do." Chris walked out of the lab and into the hallway. He sat down opposite the lab door and waited. After about five minutes, he stood up again and began to pace the floor. He even started to sing.

 

"Oh, god. Are you singing again? Hasn't anyone told you that you do that too much?" Chris looked up to see Jonny walking towards him.

 

"Jonny! Wait, why are you here?"

 

"Eh, I got bored. Those aliens didn't seem to care that I left. How'd the testing thing go?"

 

"I don't know yet. Retaw said the results would be done in a few minutes, but it's been at least half an hour." As soon as the last word exited Chris' mouth, the door opened and Retaw popped his head out.

 

"OK, you can come back in now. You can come too, Jonny."

 

"So, how'd I do, Retaw?" Chris asked as he and Jonny walked back into the lab.

 

"All the tests went very well, Chris Martin. But..." Retaw had a confused look on his face. "What are these "Hills"? They appear to control most of your thoughts."

 

"Oh. That's, uh... that's nothing, really. Forget about it." A smile began to form on Jonny's face.

 

"Surely, they must be something, Chris Martin. Fifty-eight percent of your thoughts have to do with them."

 

"Just, please, stop. Please. Just leave it alone."

 

"Is it... um," Retaw lowered his voice, "...pornography?"

 

"No, it's not."

 

"Because if it is, then that's perfectly normal. In fact-"

 

"NO, IT IS NOT FUCKING PORNOGRAPHY!! IT'S A TEEN DRAMA TELEVISION SERIES IN AMERICA AND I HAPPEN TO LOVE IT TO PIECES!! Damn it!" Jonny burst out laughing, and Chris turned to him with a frightfully angry expression.

 

"Sorry, mate, but The Hills? That's freaking hilarious!"

 

"No, it's not."

 

"Um, there's something else consuming your mind as well. The other forty-two percent. But maybe I shouldn't discuss it here in front of the... present company." Retaw nodded to Jonny, who suddenly looked very confused.

 

"What? Me?"

 

"No, Jon, the door. The door can't hear it."

 

"Piss off, Chris. Why can't I hear it? What's wrong with me?"

 

"I'm not sure that Chris Martin would like for me to reveal such embarrassing, personal information." A sudden wave of fear came over Chris. He knew exactly what Retaw was talking about, and he sure didn't want Jonny to find out.

 

"More embarrassing than The Hills?"

 

"Yes. Please don't tell him."

 

"Right. I'm very sorry about before, Chris Martin. I didn't mean to upset you. All the tests went very well, and you're perfect for our mission."

 

"Eh, it's all good. What's the mission?"

 

"Save our world."

 

"Oh. Well, that should be fun."

 

 

YAY! I LOVE IT!

 

"NO, IT IS NOT FUCKING PORNOGRAPHY!! IT'S A TEEN DRAMA TELEVISION SERIES IN AMERICA AND I HAPPEN TO LOVE IT TO PIECES!! Damn it!" Jonny burst out laughing, and Chris turned to him with a frightfully angry expression."

:laugh3:

 

CRAP i forgot within the past three minutes that i was saving my 400th post for this moment....so here's to 401!