||The OFFICIAL Coldplay FanFic Thread 1||

[Darlene_Ihnfsa]

:bigcry:

 

wait

 

*hands a kleenex to wipe his tears*

 

there's a woman love fanfic :wink3: check emma fanfic. ;)

[Pseudonym]

Chris says you're not a good shag.

 

Well he clearly wasn't a great night either. So needy, always wanting to cuddle.:rolleyes:

 

 

 

wait

 

*hands a kleenex to wipe his tears*

 

there's a woman love fanfic :wink3: check emma fanfic. ;)

Emma fanfic is called Harry Potter:P:rolleyes:

[viva la yes]

Is this not the place for Coldplay guy love?

 

If you're not a fan of Coldplay guy love, why wonder into a guy love thread?

[Cobalt]

Well he clearly wasn't a great night either. So needy, always wanting to cuddle.:rolleyes:

 

 

 

 

Emma fanfic is called Harry Potter:P:rolleyes:

 

Bullcrap! Clicky heart in my siggy and it shalle take you there. :wink3:

[Pseudonym]

Bullcrap! Clicky heart in my siggy and it shalle take you there. :wink3:

been there done that:dozey:

[Cobalt]

been there done that:dozey:

 

Ugh. Well - have you read the new teaser snippet?

[Pseudonym]

Ugh. Well - have you read the new teaser snippet?

I oughta write some of these with me and various girls:wink3:

 

no, I'm not THAT pervy. I gotta hand it to you, you've made an art form:cool:

[Cobalt]

I oughta write some of these with me and various girls:wink3:

 

no, I'm not THAT pervy. I gotta hand it to you, you've made an art form:cool:

 

:smug2: Why thank you :hug:

[Aleluvscp]

EMMA YOU TEASE!! I WANT THE REST OF IT!!! :bigcry:

[Cobalt]

I'm working on the rest of it! I can take pictures of stuff to prove I've been working on it! :snobby:

[Miss Lestrade]

Part 4, friends. :rolleyes:

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Guy, bored, was surfing the internet. He was so bored that he soon made his way over to Coldplaying.com. He sighed, running through the forum lists. "Hmm. Fanfiction? I wonder what they write about us." he skimmed through the pages, laughing at some of the work, cringing at others.

 

"Guy sex? I hope that doesn't mean me. Oh, it can't be. Oh, christ, do I dare?" he muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and read. Then he blanched, gagging. "Oh, my god...oh my god..."

 

"Guy?" asked Jonny, appearing at his door to get something. Guy screamed. "What? What's wrong?" squeaked Jonny.

 

"I HAVE TO GO." Guy ran past him, flying down the hall so fast he nearly tripped twice.

 

"What's wrong with him?" murmured Jonny to himself. He eyed Guy's computer, wondering if that was Coldplaying.com he had been looking at. Jonny slid down in front of it, quickly reading what was on the screen.

 

"Hmm. Men's room...Chris kissing...I- oh. Oh no. NO, no, no...NO!" the rest was lost in a choked cry of horror. He felt bile rise in his throat. He closed the laptop, terrible images he'd rather not see racing through his mind. "WHY?" he screamed. He ran out into the hall, stumbling into Chris's room.

 

"CHRIS. WHERE ARE YOU?"

 

"What? WHAT?" snapped Chris, laying on the floor next to the toilet. His ears were ringing with his friend's screeches.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, JONNY?"

 

Jonny ignored him. "Never ever take me into the men's room. EVER! And just in case...keep your hands to yourself, you sick bastard!"

 

Chris stared at him, utterly confused. He blinked. "What are you talking about, man?"

 

"Nothing. Just...don't touch me." Jonny ran away, leaving Chris wondering what the hell that was all about. He thought for a moment.

 

"Jesus...it's sounds like he's been reading the fanfiction thread at Coldplaying! But no...he wouldn't be that masochistic." sighed Chris. He nestled against the bathtub, chuckling quietly to himself. Poor, poor Jonny.

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Okay, so that wasn't the real part 4, but I HAD to post it! xD

[cold_love23]

^^^ I think that bathroom story was supposed to be about Chris and Jonny Greenwood from Radiohead, not Jonny Buckland.

[Ms Magpie]

^^^ I think that bathroom story was supposed to be about Chris and Jonny Greenwood from Radiohead, not Jonny Buckland.

Whoa, that was fast! :laugh4:

[Batman]

Part 4, friends. :rolleyes:

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Guy, bored, was surfing the internet. He was so bored that he soon made his way over to Coldplaying.com. He sighed, running through the forum lists. "Hmm. Fanfiction? I wonder what they write about us." he skimmed through the pages, laughing at some of the work, cringing at others.

 

"Guy sex? I hope that doesn't mean me. Oh, it can't be. Oh, christ, do I dare?" he muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and read. Then he blanched, gagging. "Oh, my god...oh my god..."

 

"Guy?" asked Jonny, appearing at his door to get something. Guy screamed. "What? What's wrong?" squeaked Jonny.

 

"I HAVE TO GO." Guy ran past him, flying down the hall so fast he nearly tripped twice.

 

"What's wrong with him?" murmured Jonny to himself. He eyed Guy's computer, wondering if that was Coldplaying.com he had been looking at. Jonny slid down in front of it, quickly reading what was on the screen.

 

"Hmm. Men's room...Chris kissing...I- oh. Oh no. NO, no, no...NO!" the rest was lost in a choked cry of horror. He felt bile rise in his throat. He closed the laptop, terrible images he'd rather not see racing through his mind. "WHY?" he screamed. He ran out into the hall, stumbling into Chris's room.

 

"CHRIS. WHERE ARE YOU?"

 

"What? WHAT?" snapped Chris, laying on the floor next to the toilet. His ears were ringing with his friend's screeches.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, JONNY?"

 

Jonny ignored him. "Never ever take me into the men's room. EVER! And just in case...keep your hands to yourself, you sick bastard!"

 

Chris stared at him, utterly confused. He blinked. "What are you talking about, man?"

 

"Nothing. Just...don't touch me." Jonny ran away, leaving Chris wondering what the hell that was all about. He thought for a moment.

 

"Jesus...it's sounds like he's been reading the fanfiction thread at Coldplaying! But no...he wouldn't be that masochistic." sighed Chris. He nestled against the bathtub, chuckling quietly to himself. Poor, poor Jonny.

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Okay, so that wasn't the real part 4, but I HAD to post it! xD

 

XD Oh dear, poor Jonny will be traumatized for the rest of his life! :lol:

[Jsalyers]

Aww Jonny!!:P

[acid novae]

^^^ I think that bathroom story was supposed to be about Chris and Jonny Greenwood from Radiohead, not Jonny Buckland.

 

As anyone who had READ it properly would have duly noted. :rolleyes:

 

Unfortunately it seems that such subtlety is wasted on coldplayers.

[Ms Magpie]

I don't think it could get any more obvious than that, really.

 

:confused:

[cold_love23]

okay I wrote part two of my fanfic... this was part one

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wrote a fanfiction, not sure if it's any good...

 

Note to read beforehand: sorry if I’m offending Guy fans by making him seem slightly undesirable in this story. It was hard to try and write romantic stuff about him since I only see him as “cute little Guy“, and not “hot sexy Guy.”

also for the pervs: there’s not a lot of perviness in this story so.. move on if that bothers you.

 

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I heard the Escapist start to play, and I peeked out of the car window to see if the boys had left the stage yet. Sure enough I saw Chris running down the long corridor towards the black vans. Behind him I saw Jonny and Will following, and finally Guy. I smiled when I saw Guy and as an instinct, I looked down at the 1.5 carat diamond ring on my left hand. I had been dating Guy for almost 2 years, but I was still shocked when he proposed last Christmas. We were planning a spring wedding, and I had been busy with wedding plans, but always made sure I took a week or two to travel with Guy when he was on tour. I had just flown in last night from our home in Cotswold’s, and would be traveling with them for 10 days before returning home.

 

I knew that I was in love with Guy, but every now and again I had second thoughts. Wondering if marrying him was the right thing to do. He had always been a bit wild; loved to party and drink. And I’m not sure I am the same type of person. I like to have a drink every so often, but not nearly as much as Guy. There were other things about him as well, that made me question whether we should be together.

 

I was slightly startled when I heard the van door pull open, and quickly moved over as Guy hopped into the car. He took off his sweaty shirt and grabbed the clean one from the back seat, as the van drove away from the venue. We had a police escort to the airport, and as we drove quickly through the dark streets, Guy leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. He said something, but I didn’t hear him.. I was lost in my thoughts.

 

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Guy squeezed my hand tight and I quickly came out of my daydream.

 

“We’re here… Lauren? I said we’re here. What’s the matter?”

 

I mumbled something to assure him I was fine, and we stepped out of the van. The air was much cooler then I was expecting, and I rearranged my scarf to cover my already chilled body. We walked quickly along the black pavement until we reached the stairs of the private plane. He helped me up onto the steps and I climbed them quickly. After we boarded the plane and took our seats, Guy went straight away to get a beer. We had to wait for the other vans to arrive and the rest of the guys to settle into the plane. Jonny was the last to arrive, and when he did, I sighed a breath of relief… happy to be leaving at last.

 

The rest of the guys were solo at the time, their families at home in London. We were traveling to Budapest, and they had decided that with all the flying we would be doing in the next week or so, it was best to leave the children at home. Guy was already on his 4th beer by the time we took off, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

 

I didn’t feel very tired and occupied myself with reading for a while, before I became bored. I looked around the small plane. Chris and Jonny were sitting next to each other as usual, talking quietly with their heads rather close. I rolled my eyes, and giggled to myself. I was pretty sure there was something between them, but had never truly questioned it. Then I looked to my left. Will was sitting across the aisle from me, occupied with his laptop, but when I glanced at him, he looked up. Our eyes met, and he gave me a small smile. I smiled back, and looked down quickly. I checked to make sure he wasn’t watching before I raised my hand to my blushing cheeks. I had always liked Will… sometimes I thought I liked him too much.

 

*****************

 

I sighed and rolled over once again, hoping that a change of position would help me fall asleep. 15 minutes later I decided it was not working. I sat up in bed, and looked at the clock. 2:37am. Guy had been asleep for a while, but something was on my mind, and I just couldn’t figure out what it was. I was wearing my short silk nightgown, that Guy had gotten me for my birthday, and I got out of bed to pull on my matching robe. I quickly put on my slippers, and checked one last time to make sure Guy was asleep before slipping out of the hotel room. We were staying in a very nice hotel, with a bar/restaurant included, and since I couldn’t sleep I decided to go see if the kitchen was still open and serving food.

 

The restaurant was right on our floor, so I made it there quickly. The place was deserted, but instead of sitting at one of the small tables, I decided to sit at the bar. I noticed someone was already at the bar, and as I got closer I realized it was Will. My heart fluttered, but I continued to walk closer. I sat down a couple of seats away from him, and he looked up right away.

 

“Hey, what’s wrong can’t sleep?” he asked quietly. He was sitting there in his pajamas, sipping a beer.

 

“Nope. I haven’t been able to sleep these past couple of nights….same problem?” I asked. I realized I was talking too loudly, and decided to move closer. I got up and went to sit in the seat next to him.

 

“Yeah,” he replied “ can’t sleep.. I don’t know why, just some things on my mind I suppose.”

 

He didn’t make eye contact with me, and I wondered if there was something wrong, but decided not to ask him about it.

 

I looked up and replied to him, “Same here. Planning this wedding is really stressing me out.”

He nodded, and took a sip of his beer.

 

“Hey Will, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure.” he said “anything.”

 

“Before you married Marianne, were you nervous at all?? Did you ever think it may have been the wrong thing to do?”

 

“No,” he shook his head “I knew right away she was the one, no second guessing. It was love at first sight.”he smiled.

 

“Oh,” my heart sank.

He could tell that wasn’t the response I was hoping for. I suddenly panicked. I shouldn’t have asked him that… now he probably knew that I was reconsidering marrying Guy. I got up to leave, but he gently grabbed me by the arm to stop me.

 

“Lauren, is something wrong?”

 

“No Will I’m fine,” I looked him in the eyes. “really.”

 

I slipped away from his strong hand, and quickly walked out of the bar, and back down the hall to my room. Once inside, I kicked off my slippers, and took off my robe and quickly got into the bed. I pulled the covers over my body, and glanced over at Guy. He looked so peaceful, and without thinking I kissed his cheek and stared at him once more. I knew I couldn’t leave him, he would be devastated. He had done nothing wrong, and I shrugged off my previous feeling.. hoping that it was just cold feet, and that everything would be fine.

 

 

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The thunder woke me up the next morning, and I looked to see what time it was; 8:23. I rolled over expecting to find Guy still sleeping, but instead just rolled onto a mess of crumpled sheets, and pillows. His side of the bed was still warm, and I noticed then that I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I got up and nudged the bathroom door open gently, Guy was taking a shower. I quietly backed out of the room, knowing that if he saw me, he’d ask me to join him. I didn’t feel like getting close to him right then, so I quickly got dressed and left the hotel room, off in search of some breakfast.

 

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When I returned, I found Guy sitting at the foot of the bed, tying the laces of his sneakers. “Chris, and Jonny and I are going out.”

 

“Where to?” I asked absentmindedly.

 

“A bit of shopping and sightseeing, then maybe a beer or two. It’s stopped raining, so we thought we should have a bit of fun on our day off. Would you like to come?”

 

“Hmm, no.. I’m not feeling well actually. I may be getting sick. I’ll probably just take a nap, then maybe go to the spa they have here…. you didn’t mention Will.. is he staying?” I asked hopefully.

 

“Yeah, he said he didn’t sleep well last night. Must have been the beer on the plane. He never did handle his liquor well... anyway he’s knackered so he’s staying here…I won’t be back till late afternoon. We may get dinner as well.”

 

“Okay" I replied.

 

He got up from the bed to kiss me goodbye. He attempted to make it a long passionate kiss, but I pulled away. I felt guilty though I hadn’t even done anything. I hugged Guy, handed him his coat and opened the door for him. I watched him walk down the long hotel hallway to the elevator, then shut the door. I thought of Will staying behind in his hotel room, and my heart started to beat faster and faster.

 

“Nothing can happen between the two of you!” I said aloud to the empty room.

 

The fact that I had even thought about it, made me feel disgusted with myself and I covered my face with my hands. I was thinking of something to do to take my mind off of him, when I was startled by a sharp knock at the door.

 

“Hello? Lauren? It’s Will….”

 

 

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

this is part two

 

 

I heard his voice and completely froze. I slowly raised my head from my hands, and looked at the door. He called my name again and I heard 2 more quick knocks. I jumped up from the bed, and glanced at myself in the mirror. I smoothed down my hair a little, before thinking that it didn’t matter what I looked like anyway. I shouldn’t be prettying myself up for Will. “He is Will for fucks sake, one of Guy’s best friends. And nothing can happen between the two of you.” I repeated in my head.

 

I snapped out of my thoughts, and rushed over to the door. I opened it slowly, and peered out to be sure that he was still there. I saw that he was, and then opened the door all of the way. I don’t remember inviting him in, but within seconds he was in the room and sitting on the chair by the window. I shut the hotel door and turned to face him.

 

He was wearing dark jeans, and a gray long sleeved t-shirt with a black scarf. He was leaning back in the chair, just staring at me with those famous pensive eyes. But I didn’t feel uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually. I felt at ease.

 

“I didn’t really feel like going with the guys today… I was tired… but then Guy rang and said that you were staying behind as well. He said you weren’t feeling well and wanted me to come check on you later.. but I figured.. sooner is better than later right?” He said with a grin.

 

“Yeah, I thought I might have been getting sick, but I think I’m just tired. I barely slept last night. I feel fine otherwise.” I said.

 

“Oh, then I guess I better let you rest.” he said, getting up from the chair.

 

“No, don’t go.” I replied… almost too quickly. “Stay here, well I mean not in this room, but how about we get something to eat together?”

 

He paused for a while before agreeing, “Alright, sure.”

 

He waited outside the room while I changed into something a bit nicer. I couldn’t help but to try to make myself look good, I just felt like I wanted to impress him for some reason. I grabbed my purse and went to meet him outside the room. We didn’t talk much. He mentioned that there was a small restaurant just across the street from the hotel, so we walked there and got a small booth for two. The restaurant was pleasant; warm, nice music, and low lighting. After we ordered, I looked up at Will, expecting him to say something.. I don’t know… something about me. There was something in his eyes, that was different from the night before. But he didn’t mention anything all through lunch. I started to think maybe he didn’t feel the same way.. and brought up a bunch of random topics just to make conversation.

 

By the time we had finished lunch, it had started to pour outside.. and the thunder was ear-shattering loud. We quickly ran back across the street to the hotel. We walked through the lobby, and into an open elevator. He reached over to hit our floor level, 23. And the doors closed. I’m not sure what floor we were on when it happened, but suddenly the dim lights in the elevator started to flicker, then they went completely out. The elevator came to a screeching halt, and we were standing in complete darkness. I let out a small shriek, but it was muffled from the booming loudness of the thunder outside.

 

“ Oh fuck,” Will muttered “ the lift has completely stopped.”

 

“What should we do?” I asked.

 

“ I suppose we have to wait for someone to come get us.. I mean surely once they realize the powers out, they’ll check the lifts for stranded people right??” he asked nervously.

 

“I don’t know,” I said ”hmm maybe there’s an emergency button or something.. I can’t see shit though. It’s pitch black!”

 

“Oh here!” Will exclaimed, “I’ve got my mobile phone!”

 

I could hear him getting it out of his pocket and opening it up, and then suddenly the elevator was filled with a dim light. He aimed his phone over at the button panel, until he came across a big red one. He pressed the button, and waited, but nothing happened. He pressed it again, and again. Nothing.

 

“Fuck!” he said loudly. I could tell that he was getting anxious.

 

“It’s okay, Will. Just calm down, we’re going to get out of here eventually! Don’t get nervous. We just have to wait for someone to come get us... why don’t we sit down?” I suggested.

 

He nodded and we both lowered ourselves to the floor. We sat there next to each other in silence for a while. He opened up his phone, and placed it in front of us to create some kind of light.

 

Suddenly I felt his hand on my knee. I inhaled deeply, and my heart started pounding.

 

“Lauren?” he said “…..I’ve got to tell you something.”

 

 

To Be Continued?? (possibly)

 

 

 

but now I'm kind of stuck so I don't know if I'll continue.... I doubt that anyone cares anyway.. oh well at least I had fun writing it. :D

[Ms Magpie]

if you have fun writing it ... continue. :)

[Cobalt]

Ooooooh :surprised: intriguing

[butterfliesinjapan]

okay I wrote part two of my fanfic... this was part one

 

 

 

 

this is part two

 

 

I heard his voice and completely froze. I slowly raised my head from my hands, and looked at the door. He called my name again and I heard 2 more quick knocks. I jumped up from the bed, and glanced at myself in the mirror. I smoothed down my hair a little, before thinking that it didn’t matter what I looked like anyway. I shouldn’t be prettying myself up for Will. “He is Will for fucks sake, one of Guy’s best friends. And nothing can happen between the two of you.” I repeated in my head.

 

I snapped out of my thoughts, and rushed over to the door. I opened it slowly, and peered out to be sure that he was still there. I saw that he was, and then opened the door all of the way. I don’t remember inviting him in, but within seconds he was in the room and sitting on the chair by the window. I shut the hotel door and turned to face him.

 

He was wearing dark jeans, and a gray long sleeved t-shirt with a black scarf. He was leaning back in the chair, just staring at me with those famous pensive eyes. But I didn’t feel uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually. I felt at ease.

 

“I didn’t really feel like going with the guys today… I was tired… but then Guy rang and said that you were staying behind as well. He said you weren’t feeling well and wanted me to come check on you later.. but I figured.. sooner is better than later right?” He said with a grin.

 

“Yeah, I thought I might have been getting sick, but I think I’m just tired. I barely slept last night. I feel fine otherwise.” I said.

 

“Oh, then I guess I better let you rest.” he said, getting up from the chair.

 

“No, don’t go.” I replied… almost too quickly. “Stay here, well I mean not in this room, but how about we get something to eat together?”

 

He paused for a while before agreeing, “Alright, sure.”

 

He waited outside the room while I changed into something a bit nicer. I couldn’t help but to try to make myself look good, I just felt like I wanted to impress him for some reason. I grabbed my purse and went to meet him outside the room. We didn’t talk much. He mentioned that there was a small restaurant just across the street from the hotel, so we walked there and got a small booth for two. The restaurant was pleasant; warm, nice music, and low lighting. After we ordered, I looked up at Will, expecting him to say something.. I don’t know… something about me. There was something in his eyes, that was different from the night before. But he didn’t mention anything all through lunch. I started to think maybe he didn’t feel the same way.. and brought up a bunch of random topics just to make conversation.

 

By the time we had finished lunch, it had started to pour outside.. and the thunder was ear-shattering loud. We quickly ran back across the street to the hotel. We walked through the lobby, and into an open elevator. He reached over to hit our floor level, 23. And the doors closed. I’m not sure what floor we were on when it happened, but suddenly the dim lights in the elevator started to flicker, then they went completely out. The elevator came to a screeching halt, and we were standing in complete darkness. I let out a small shriek, but it was muffled from the booming loudness of the thunder outside.

 

“ Oh fuck,” Will muttered “ the lift has completely stopped.”

 

“What should we do?” I asked.

 

“ I suppose we have to wait for someone to come get us.. I mean surely once they realize the powers out, they’ll check the lifts for stranded people right??” he asked nervously.

 

“I don’t know,” I said ”hmm maybe there’s an emergency button or something.. I can’t see shit though. It’s pitch black!”

 

“Oh here!” Will exclaimed, “I’ve got my mobile phone!”

 

I could hear him getting it out of his pocket and opening it up, and then suddenly the elevator was filled with a dim light. He aimed his phone over at the button panel, until he came across a big red one. He pressed the button, and waited, but nothing happened. He pressed it again, and again. Nothing.

 

“Fuck!” he said loudly. I could tell that he was getting anxious.

 

“It’s okay, Will. Just calm down, we’re going to get out of here eventually! Don’t get nervous. We just have to wait for someone to come get us... why don’t we sit down?” I suggested.

 

He nodded and we both lowered ourselves to the floor. We sat there next to each other in silence for a while. He opened up his phone, and placed it in front of us to create some kind of light.

 

Suddenly I felt his hand on my knee. I inhaled deeply, and my heart started pounding.

 

“Lauren?” he said “…..I’ve got to tell you something.”

 

 

To Be Continued?? (possibly)

 

 

 

but now I'm kind of stuck so I don't know if I'll continue.... I doubt that anyone cares anyway.. oh well at least I had fun writing it. :D

 

Just read it. There are many unfinished stories as it is. I love your writing style!! Very descriptive and so interesting! please update! Will is in my book as the cutest Coldplay member (especially that smile:heart:) anyway continue! :D

[Raven12]

but now I'm kind of stuck so I don't know if I'll continue.... I doubt that anyone cares anyway.. oh well at least I had fun writing it. :D

 

Please do continue!! I love the way you write! :D

[Dark_Sofie]

okay I wrote part two of my fanfic... this was part one

 

this is part two

 

 

 

 

 

 

but now I'm kind of stuck so I don't know if I'll continue.... I doubt that anyone cares anyway.. oh well at least I had fun writing it. :D

 

Of course we care. This story sounds interesting. I'd like to know what will happen in the elevator and WHAT Will wanna tell! ;)

[Miss Lestrade]

*chokes, shudders, and dies*

 

Will (the legal kind): I want Coldplay to play at my funeral. If you can't get all of them at least get Chris Martin to sing Trouble. Give all my possessions to my parents and my brother (except the Coldplay albums which will be buried with me). Send my apologies to the Coldplaying thread (with a copy of the lyrics of Trouble).

 

My ego has been thoroughly destroyed. *sits in a corner and starts muttering about moving to Switzerland* But the story can still apply... it just makes Jonny Buckland look like an idiot too. Sorry Jon.

[marie/pims]

Yeah, continue your story!