@LoverinJapan ::Dwhats your name??;)

 

PPOOORR GUY!!!:bigcry::hug:

 

 

I love the way you write by the way!!:dance:

please post ch.4 soon!

Hi! My name is Juliana but you can all call me Ju if that's easier to remember:) Oh and what is your name by the way?

 

And thank you. And since I'm writing randomly, I don't know when I will write and post chapter 4, but it'll be soon, I guess:P

Juliana your story is really great. it's magnetic! :wacky:

 

@coldplayisawesome

thanks, but I've got to admit, that I didn't read your story yet.

Can you say roughly on which page you posted the first part of How Infinite is Space??

Hi! My name is Juliana but you can all call me Ju if that's easier to remember:) Oh and what is your name by the way?

 

And thank you. And since I'm writing randomly, I don't know when I will write and post chapter 4, but it'll be soon, I guess:P

 

Hey Juliana;)Im Amy!!

 

hopefully chapter 4 will be up soon:dance:

Hey Sofie when are you going to post your next chapter?!?!?;)

Hey Sofie when are you going to post your next chapter?!?!?;)

 

:) I'm writing the next part at the moment. So please be a bit patient. ;)

awww, Will's such a good friend. :wacky: poor Guy, though. :hug:

lovely chapter, juliana! :nice:

 

and here's the next part of mine:

 

 

How Infinite is Space?

Part 10

 

 

 

"Wakey, wakey, boys!" Retaw was standing in the doorway of Chris and Jonny's room with a tray of food in his hands. Both Chris and Jonny sat right up and looked over at him. "I brought some breakfast."

 

"Aw, thanks Retaw!" Chris now regretted ever thinking that he hated Retaw. He really was a nice guy.

 

"You're welcome, Chris Martin. Now, you two need to eat quickly and prepare yourselves for some massive training."

 

"Massive training?"

 

"Our world needs saving as soon as possible, Chris Martin. The quicker we can get you trained, the quicker we can return to living in peace."

 

"Oh. OK. Massive training it is then. Thanks again for the breakfast."

 

"It's no problem. Anything for our savior." Retaw set the tray down on Jonny's bed then returned to the doorway. "Enjoy your meal, boys!"

 

As Retaw left, Chris walked over to Jonny's bed and sat down at the end.

 

"Hey, Chris. Did you want to tell me something last night? I thought I heard you say you had something to tell me."

 

"Oh." Chris was unsure of what he wanted to do. On one hand, he really wanted Jonny to know, and he felt that Jonny deserved to know. On the other hand, the thought of telling him the truth was scary as hell. "Remember that blond girl? On the bus?"

 

"Yeah. She was fiiiiine! What about her?"

 

"Uh, just that I always thought she kinda looked like my aunt."

 

"Really? I have got to meet your aunt, then!"

 

"Hmm, I don't think you should."

 

"Why not?"

 

"She's afraid of clowns."

 

"... And?"

 

"I was calling you a clown. Complete fail, I see."

 

"Oh. Sorry, I guess I'm a bit clueless sometimes." Chris chuckled to himself as he continued eating his breakfast.

 

"Yeah, well, Cher, hurry up and finish eating so we can get this training thing over with."

 

After they ate, Chris placed the tray on the table beside Jonny's bed and they both went into the bathroom to get ready.

 

"I wonder how we'll have to save the world?" Jonny asked as he checked his hair in the mirror. After deciding that he couldn't do anything with it, he simply put his green cap on. Chris always got a kick out of that.

 

"That's a very good question. Maybe we should ask Retaw."

 

"Yeah, but he probably wouldn't tell us. Maybe we'll have to fight off, like, a billion evil monsters who surround their homeland or something. We'd definitely kill them good and dead." Chris turned to Jonny. Those brilliantly green eyes were really starting to get to him.

 

"You'll get them all, J, I'm sure. You won't even need me."

 

"Hells to the yeah!" Jonny smiled the cutest smile in existence. "But what can I say? That's just how great I am." Chris couldn't control himself any longer. He lunged forward, locking his lips with Jonny's.

 

It was like heaven, like paradise. Like being completely alone in a giant world made solely of chocolate. Chris was pretty sure that there were actually sparks flying between them. It seemed to last forever and ever. He didn't mind at all. In reality, though, the kiss only lasted a few seconds before Jonny pushed him away.

 

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Chris was suddenly very frightened. Did he really just kiss Jonny? Did Jonny really just reject him? What should he do now? He could confess his love for him, but that didn't seem to be the best choice. He could pretend none of it happened. Yeah. Play it cool.

 

"What are you talking about?" Yeah, that'll fool him.

 

"You kissed me!"

 

"So? I've kissed you plenty of times before." Why was his voice getting so high-pitched? And his hands were sweating a lot, too. There was no way he could keep pretending for much longer, and he already knew that is wasn't working anyway.

 

"Yeah, but that was... different."

 

"I don't think it was." Stop lying! He's not fooled anyway.

 

"I think I should go." Jonny walked away from Chris and towards the door. This was Chris' last chance. If Jonny left now, he might never come back.

 

"I love you!... Jonny." Jonny turned and looked Chris in his stunning blue eyes.

 

"Sorry." He opened the door and left. Chris, heartbroken, walked backwards into the wall and slid down to the floor. That was it. Jonny was gone. He had ruined everything. Nothing left now. Chris was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.

 

"You stupid bastard! Why did you do that? Have some control over yourself once in a while! But it's too late now..."

 

 

 

:cry:

 

:heart: awe....love the jonny-chrissy love :love:

 

will chris ever stop crying in fanfics? :lol:

:lol:^^

 

@Sofie::dance:

How is everyone in this thread? :D

Simon!

:Dhappy!!I love this thread and you havent been here in awhile:lol:

How is everyone in this thread? :D

 

Great! :smug:

so many fanfics, so much to read!!

 

i love them all!! liberation, my golden opportunity, no more keeping my feet on the ground, how infitite is space, i will try to fix you, and any other one i forgot!!!

 

everyone keep up the great work!! :dance::D!!

heeey guys missed ya been catching up on fanfics !!! x

berrymangirl1 sorri i dont know ur name :(

but wheres urrss ?? ;) lol :P xx

I'm SOOOOO busy at the moment, I'm preparing for FIVE DIFFERENT SHOWS, One of which starts monday and i've got rehearsals all through the day tommorow, I have exams, school and lots of other things!

new fanfic!

 

CANYON.

CHAPTER 1

 

 

My eyes opened to complete darkness. I felt my face pressed up against something soft, that smelled like strong fabric softener. There was a cool draft on my back, and I realized it was completely bare. Something was wrong about this picture. Suddenly, I felt another presence in the room. When I turned my head a few inches, this sharp throbbing hit my brain like a ton of bricks. All I could think was that someone must be stabbing me in the head. I moaned loudly in pain. "Guy? Good morning." a soft, innocent voice said to my right. I looked up into bright light, and my eyes couldn’t focus well. When I adjusted, I saw a beautiful blonde woman standing at the foot of the bed. By the smell and the sheet covers, I realized it wasn’t my bed. She looked awfully familiar. Her hair was perfectly straight, she was dressed in a navy blue business suit, and had this look on her face like I was a piece of dirt on a perfectly white rug. "G’ morning." I mumbled softly back.

There was a silence while we both thought of what to say. I looked around the room a little, and all I could see was spotless white furniture, and my bare back. "I’m naked." was the most intelligent thing I could say.

She nodded.

"Did we have sex?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

"Nice."

She made that disgusted face again as I tried as hard as I could to remember her name. I noticed an envelope on the end table addressed to ‘Diane Owens’. That was it.

"You want to go get breakfast?"

"Okay." she tried to smile.

 

We sat in this fancy diner in West Hollywood in silence. I ordered toast, she just got water, claiming she felt queasy. "So, um." my voice shook. "I know this is weird to ask you after… well… everything that’s happened but… what do you do?"

She furrowed her brow. "I’m a lawyer." she chuckled. "We, um. We talked about this last night."

I felt my face get red and heated. "Right. Sorry. Having trouble remembering."

More fucking silence.

"Did I tell you what I do?"

Her smile was beautiful. "I know what you do. My sister is a big fan of yours."

I smiled weakly when her face suddenly paled. I noticed a tall, fit man with short and messy black hair walking up to our table. "Diane." he laughed, I noticed an accent of some sort. "What are you doing here?" he smiled at me. Smile back, you idiot.

Her eyes were wide, and her face was white. "Charlie, hi. I’m just here with a client. Guy Berryman, this is my husband Charlie Owens."

My stomach flipped.

 

 

 

:D!

ommmg chris thats sooo good !! x

thank you!! :nice:!!!

:lol:Emma I actually didnt finish it yet :shame:probably tomorrow..:P

 

 

 

Im really sorry!!:hug:

 

my names Amy by the way;)

oh thats okay.... Amy :p xx

@coldplay_is_louve::stunned::shocked2::o

 

:stunned:wow!!I NEED CHAPTER 2 please!!!:hug::hug:

wow-wow-wow:wink3:he was naked;)wow you're a great writer!!!!

 

 

by the way whats your name??Im Amy;)wait is it Chrsitina??:smart:

thanks Emma for understanding:D

aww :p :D xx

new fanfic!

 

CANYON.

CHAPTER 1

 

 

My eyes opened to complete darkness. I felt my face pressed up against something soft, that smelled like strong fabric softener. There was a cool draft on my back, and I realized it was completely bare. Something was wrong about this picture. Suddenly, I felt another presence in the room. When I turned my head a few inches, this sharp throbbing hit my brain like a ton of bricks. All I could think was that someone must be stabbing me in the head. I moaned loudly in pain. "Guy? Good morning." a soft, innocent voice said to my right. I looked up into bright light, and my eyes couldn’t focus well. When I adjusted, I saw a beautiful blonde woman standing at the foot of the bed. By the smell and the sheet covers, I realized it wasn’t my bed. She looked awfully familiar. Her hair was perfectly straight, she was dressed in a navy blue business suit, and had this look on her face like I was a piece of dirt on a perfectly white rug. "G’ morning." I mumbled softly back.

There was a silence while we both thought of what to say. I looked around the room a little, and all I could see was spotless white furniture, and my bare back. "I’m naked." was the most intelligent thing I could say.

She nodded.

"Did we have sex?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

"Nice."

She made that disgusted face again as I tried as hard as I could to remember her name. I noticed an envelope on the end table addressed to ‘Diane Owens’. That was it.

"You want to go get breakfast?"

"Okay." she tried to smile.

 

We sat in this fancy diner in West Hollywood in silence. I ordered toast, she just got water, claiming she felt queasy. "So, um." my voice shook. "I know this is weird to ask you after… well… everything that’s happened but… what do you do?"

She furrowed her brow. "I’m a lawyer." she chuckled. "We, um. We talked about this last night."

I felt my face get red and heated. "Right. Sorry. Having trouble remembering."

More fucking silence.

"Did I tell you what I do?"

Her smile was beautiful. "I know what you do. My sister is a big fan of yours."

I smiled weakly when her face suddenly paled. I noticed a tall, fit man with short and messy black hair walking up to our table. "Diane." he laughed, I noticed an accent of some sort. "What are you doing here?" he smiled at me. Smile back, you idiot.

Her eyes were wide, and her face was white. "Charlie, hi. I’m just here with a client. Guy Berryman, this is my husband Charlie Owens."

My stomach flipped.

 

 

 

:D!

 

Oh oh... someone is getting trouble :uhoh2:

 

 

:D Awesomely written, like always! :)

Okay, it's what I could come up with. I really should be studying:D. But I'm not and this is a result of not doing anything productive:dozey:!

 

 

I Will Try To Fix You

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

“WHAT?!?” Chris yelled right away, standing up upon hearing his friend’s announcement. This was going too far. Leaving the band? Now he had proof that something was terribly wrong with the man in front of him. He was one of the most passionate people he knew when it came to music. He was always eager to start working and was usually the last one to leave the studio. And even then he would go with the ideas on his mind and work with them at home. That was one of the reasons his marriage fell apart, he knew, even though the bass player never said a thing about it.

 

“You heard me.” Guy whispered, not looking at any of his mates, afraid of their reactions. Disappointment, anger, frustration. That’s all he could sense, even though he wasn’t seeing their actual expressions. Thinking about what to do next, he realized he had nothing to look forward to, nothing to do after being in a band he devoted his life to. He was definitely going to miss the feeling of being a part of something bigger than himself, something that few people would ever experience in a lifetime. He was going to throw it all away. But he didn’t care anymore.

 

“Okay, that’s it.” Will said, going in his direction and shoving him against the back of the sofa he was sitting in and holding his head so he would have to look him in the eyes. “Do you WANT to leave the band? Why? What for?” he demanded, clearly agitated and desperate to bring his mate out of whatever daze he was in.

 

Silence fell upon the room, the growing tension in the romm palpable. Guy couldn’t do anything but stare at him, tears in his eyes, not knowing how to answer Will. He didn’t know. That was the answer.

 

“Because if you’re going through something, we understand and we will support you.” The drummer continued, softening his voice. “But we won’t allow you to give up for nothing. Over my dead body!”

 

“It’s not for nothing... I am not irreplaceable anyway. You can find any bass player and continue as if nothing happened. I am not essential. That’s the bottom line.” He replied, tears suddenly streaming down his face, shocking his friends. He was cracking right in front of them, rendering them speechless. And that was saying a lot when it came to Chris.

 

“Man, you are irreplace-...” Jonny tried to say, before he was interrupted by the dark-haired man that lifted his head from his hands, standing up abruptly.

 

“No, I don’t buy that crap! Just let me go now! I need to leave.” He retorted, walking rapidly to the door, hoping to get away form this conversation. Didn’t they see he was hurting? Didn’t they realize this was painful for him? He wouldn’t decide to leave the band just because. He felt like throwing up in fact. He felt his chest tighten, his head pounding, his eyes burning with the tears that freely made its way down his face despite his efforts to control them. He was exhausted and he only could think of escaping this hell.

 

“You’re not going anywhere.” Will stopped him, forcefully grabbing his arm. He noticed he was thinner and the thought only served to alarm him even more.

 

Guy tried to get away from his grip but he wouldn’t budge, he was too strong compared to him. It was useless to fight him off. But he tried anyway. Again. And again.

 

Meanwhile, Chris locked the door to prevent him from running away. Jonny came to Guy’s side and tried to grab him, to calm him down. That seemed to infuriate his friend even more. He just wanted to leave them alone, to let them move on to better things as a band and they wouldn’t let him.

 

He was dragging them down, he knew. He had nothing to give, he had nothing to keep him going and he would keep suffering. Like he was at the moment.

 

Finally, he gave up. His eyes red, his breath shallow and hard, his hands trembling. He gave up.

 

Seeing his friend break down, Will wrapped his arms around him, letting him cry for as long as he needed and providing some sort of comfort. Guy didn’t react at first.

 

Next thing they knew, he was holding his friend like he was his daughter, not letting go. At that moment, it was all he needed.

 

 

 

 

 

I hope you liked it.

 

Three words for you, Ju (may I call you that?):

 

I LOVE YOU. :angel:

 

 

And How Infinite is Space is so good as well! :lol:

 

Oh yeah--I forgot Canyon. I'm excited to see where this goes. ;)

 

Last but not least...THALIA!!!!!!!!

 

Last but not least...THALIA!!!!!!!!

 

 

AGH! *hides under the carpet* :sweatdrop:

 

 

 

 

It's not that simple to write when you're sick and and AND... well sometimes I just can't write, I need my time :cry2: