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:

 

didn''t you tell me, you wanted to go to bed :smartass: ???? huh?? :P

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:

 

Well, I'm actually sick too. I have an annoying cold...

So I'll let you off the hook. :laugh3:

didn''t you tell me, you wanted to go to bed :smartass: ???? huh?? :P

 

Well, you told me you wanted to go offline and playing cards! :D

 

Okay, now I'm officially offline. See you tomorrow.

Well, you told me you wanted to go offline and playing cards! :D

 

Okay, now I'm officially offline. See you tomorrow.

 

then good night.

 

 

 

and btw. I'm multytalented ;)

thanks thalia and amy!!! and yes, i'm christina. :nice:!! nice to meet you!!

 

here's chapter 2!

 

 

CANYON.

 

 

 

I busted through the front door of the stadium to find Will, Jonny and Chris hanging around for me in front of the stage. Chris’s daughter Apple was sitting on his lap, playing with some sort of doll. "It’s about time."

"Not really in the mood for that." I snapped. "Didn’t have such a great night last night."

Will furrowed his brow. "What happened?"

"Well, I met this girl at this bar."

"Uh-oh." Chris grinned, and put his hands over his daughter’s tiny ears. "Continue."

"Long story short, we got really drunk and I woke up naked in her house. Oh, and I met her husband this morning."

The three of them were silent as their eyes bulged simultaneously. Chris looked at Jon, Jon looked at Will, and Will looked up at me. "Are you serious?" he chuckled.

I noticed Jon and Chris trying to hold back laughter. Instead of laughing as well, I just got angry. "Come on, guys. It’s not funny."

"It kind of is." Jon chuckled. "Seriously Guy, you can’t help but laugh."

"If this guy ever finds out, he’s going to murder me."

"What does he look like?" Chris asked, playfully pulling at his daughter’s golden locks. She giggled loudly and smiled up at him with bright blue eyes.

"He’s tall, fit and British. Might as well be perfect, right?" I jumped onto the stage and grabbed by bass.

"Guy, you couldn’t have known." Jon smiled sympathetically. "She… she um, what do the kids call it?"

"She played you." Will said.

"That’s it." Jon said, shaking a pointer finger. "She played you, Guy."

My heart sunk. And for some reason, I felt like I needed to defend her. "But." My voice cracked as I looked into the distance for an answer. "But I really feel like we got along."

"The alcohol made you feel like you got along." Chris said as Apple nodded, pretending to know what we were talking about.

Scenes of last night were coming back to me now. She was wearing a red dress, and must’ve had at lest seven Cosmos while I was there. We talked for hours. And that night. She was so amazing. And so married. Then I got angry. "Let’s just fucking play guys."

Chris’s eyes bulged. "Watch the language!"

 

 

 

sorry they're so short. :nice:!!

 

 

 

and i hope you feel better soon, thalia! take your time on your story. :heart::hug:!!

First things first: Kyra, of course you can call me Ju. And I have to say I am already a huge fan of your work as you might know already, so I LOVE YOU too:kiss:

 

Now, Canyon!!!! Oh My God! That was exactly what we needed around here. Great story! Dirty, sexy, naked Guy is what we want, right, ladies? :sneaky:

thanks!!! i thought the berrygirls would love it. :wink3::laugh4:!!

I loved the Chris/Apple interaction. So cute and funny:)

:laugh4:! thanks!

haaa this is so good chris :P x

:smug:!! you guys are too nice!! :laugh4::hug:!

ur just a good writer :) x

thank you! i really appreciate it! :nice::heart:!!

thanks thalia and amy!!! and yes, i'm christina. :nice:!! nice to meet you!!

 

here's chapter 2!

 

 

CANYON.

 

 

 

I busted through the front door of the stadium to find Will, Jonny and Chris hanging around for me in front of the stage. Chris’s daughter Apple was sitting on his lap, playing with some sort of doll. "It’s about time."

"Not really in the mood for that." I snapped. "Didn’t have such a great night last night."

Will furrowed his brow. "What happened?"

"Well, I met this girl at this bar."

"Uh-oh." Chris grinned, and put his hands over his daughter’s tiny ears. "Continue."

"Long story short, we got really drunk and I woke up naked in her house. Oh, and I met her husband this morning."

The three of them were silent as their eyes bulged simultaneously. Chris looked at Jon, Jon looked at Will, and Will looked up at me. "Are you serious?" he chuckled.

I noticed Jon and Chris trying to hold back laughter. Instead of laughing as well, I just got angry. "Come on, guys. It’s not funny."

"It kind of is." Jon chuckled. "Seriously Guy, you can’t help but laugh."

"If this guy ever finds out, he’s going to murder me."

"What does he look like?" Chris asked, playfully pulling at his daughter’s golden locks. She giggled loudly and smiled up at him with bright blue eyes.

"He’s tall, fit and British. Might as well be perfect, right?" I jumped onto the stage and grabbed by bass.

"Guy, you couldn’t have known." Jon smiled sympathetically. "She… she um, what do the kids call it?"

"She played you." Will said.

"That’s it." Jon said, shaking a pointer finger. "She played you, Guy."

My heart sunk. And for some reason, I felt like I needed to defend her. "But." My voice cracked as I looked into the distance for an answer. "But I really feel like we got along."

"The alcohol made you feel like you got along." Chris said as Apple nodded, pretending to know what we were talking about.

Scenes of last night were coming back to me now. She was wearing a red dress, and must’ve had at lest seven Cosmos while I was there. We talked for hours. And that night. She was so amazing. And so married. Then I got angry. "Let’s just fucking play guys."

Chris’s eyes bulged. "Watch the language!"

 

 

 

sorry they're so short. :nice:!!

 

 

 

and i hope you feel better soon, thalia! take your time on your story. :heart::hug:!!

 

:lol:I love this chapter aswell!!!its funny and chris-apple:heart:aww so cute

cant wait for ch3!!:dance::dance::D

Oh hi, Amy,

Didn't you say you would post your pervy story today? :D

thanks, amy!!

 

ooh, pervy story? yes, please post! :wink3:!

:lol:Im sorry guys but I've been busy and didnt get to finish it last night:shame:I just have to fnish the pervy ending and will try to post it tomorrow:shame:Im really sorry guys!!

awww, its alright!! take your time, and make sure it's nice and pervy!!! :sneaky::laugh4:!!

awww, its alright!! take your time, and make sure it's nice and pervy!!! :sneaky::laugh4:!!

 

You're so nice...you says 'take your time, it's okay...'

and I say 'Hurry it up...NOW!' :whip:

 

 

:P I'm one to talk...I haven't even finished editing the next chapter of Liberation. :shame:

aww, thanks!!!

 

:D:D:laugh4:!!

Now, Canyon!!!! Oh My God! That was exactly what we needed around here. Great story! Dirty, sexy, naked Guy is what we want, right, ladies? :sneaky:

^My thoughts exactly!! :sneaky:

 

OMG OMG OMG!!! I loved it!:kiss: :wacky:

Poor Guy...he's really getting a beating in our fanfics. :lol:

Originally Posted by coldplay_is_louve.;3137017

thanks thalia and amy!!! and yes, i'm christina. !! nice to meet you!!

 

here's chapter 2!

 

 

CANYON.

 

 

 

 

 

 

sorry they're so short. !!

 

 

 

and i hope you feel better soon, thalia! take your time on your story. !!

 

aawww, this is really cute how Chris cares for Apple.

and Guy abreacts by playing music. So now we know why he's playing such HOT :wink3:

Poor Guy...he's really getting a beating in our fanfics. :lol:

 

:laugh3: we make him sound like a total screw-up...poor guy...well...poor Guy :lol:

Hey guys, just finished the next part, but the next chapter got longer and longer so I splitted it in parts.

Hope you like it.

 

The World Turns Upside Down

 

Chapter four – Part 1

 

 

 

Violetta’s POV

 

I didn’t know what to do. At first there had been these two men who threatened me and then came this weird man who knocked them down in seconds. This was very suspicious. I really didn’t know what to do, because this was a very strange situation for me. The only persons I’d ever seen were the servants and my father.

 

Now I lay on the ground because this stupid man had pulled at my arm. An indescribable pain ran through my whole arm. I didn’t notice it before, but when I looked down, I saw blood, which ran out of some scratches.

 

What should I do? I’ve never been hurt before. The pain chased tears to my eyes so that I had to wink.

 

The sun blinded me when I looked up. As soon as I could see some shadows, I perceived that the man stood over me. He looked angry and seemed to be very violent. Big, muscular and this beard. I stared up to him. He held his hand towards me, but I didn’t want to take it.

 

How could I trust him? For sure he had to be one of the people who murdered the poor man in the coffee shop. He or one of the other men. Probably he they were friends and he just hit them because HE wanted to rape me.

 

“Now come on! Take my hand! I saved your life. It seems as if you didn’t know anything about the danger outside here. Why were you so stupid and ran around?”

 

His voice was so low and it calmed me a little bit down, so that I ignored his remark about me being stupid. I couldn’t explain it in another way, but his voice bewitched me. I took his hand and he pulled me carefully back on my feet. At first he gave me a kerchief for my arm and then he gave me a tongue-lashing with his calm voice. It also sounded a bit raspy.

 

“Don’t you know that it is very dangerous out here if you don’t go with an escort? You had fucking luck, do you know that? By the way, who are you? You don’t look as if you’re from here.”

 

I was so fascinated by his voice that I stammered a bit.

 

“Who I am? I’m ... ehm ... Vio ... Violet – ta!”

 

“Ok, Violetta. Where do you come from?”

 

“From here!”, I answered nervously.

 

“No, this can’t be! Well, now, before you’ll get into new trouble. Where do you live?”, wanted the man to know, “I’ll bring you home and then remember my words all the time you think of going out alone!”

 

“Well, in this big mansion. I’m the daughter of Gordon Satriani. You have to know him; he’s a very popular politician who helps in the fight against the epidemic, you know. Well, I ran through the whole city and didn’t see anyone which scared me a bit and I don’t know the way back home.” This was lightly embarrassing for me, but whatever I thought that would happen was wrong.

 

Some seconds long, nothing happened. Then the man started to laugh. He just laughed and laughed. He nearly fell to the ground because he couldn’t hold himself back. He tried to gasp for breath and to stop laughing, but this took went on and on until turned around and wanted to leave. The man stopped immediately and took my health arm. Then he looked directly at me and I saw his bright green eyes. They sparkled and I couldn’t part my gaze from them.

 

“Well, I fear that I won’t be able to bring you back to your villa. I’ll explain it to you, but this will happen later. Now follow me. You’ve got to trust me.”, he added, because I didn’t move.

 

“How can I trust you or anybody here?”, I wanted to know.

 

“If you’re that intelligent, you should have stayed at home. It would have been healthier for everyone. So follow me or I say ‘byebye’ and we’ll probably see each other never ever again!”

 

He still had a smirk in his face, but even if I didn’t want to follow him, I couldn’t hold myself back. It was again this strange invisible force and to see it in a logical way, he was right. What should I do alone? Walk through the city alone over again? It was the only smart choice I could make that day to walk with this stranger.

 

So we walked for about an hour and then we reached a big house, but there was a sign which said “danger of collapse”. This wasn’t calmative, but I still followed the man.

 

“Hey, you! Where are we going?”, I asked.

 

I didn’t get an answer for my question, but he muttered something that I couldn’t understand.

 

“You can call me Jonathan!”, he said finally.

 

Then I noticed that something was missing. I turned around and it hit me like a fist into my stomach.

 

“Timmy!”, I shouted out aloud.

 

I ran some metres back and shouted his name, but there was nothing.

“What the heck is wrong with you?”, grumbled Jonathan, but he came reluctant back to me.

 

“Timmy, my dog! He was by my side and now he’s gone. I lost him when those men followed me. We’ve got to go back and look for him.”

 

“No, we can’t! It’s too late. It’s going to be dark in a few minutes. It’s too dangerous, even for me. Don’t you know that the police will patrol through the streets at night? No citizen is allowed to be outside the houses at night. We have to look for him tomorrow!”, he explained. I tried to follow his words, but he didn’t wait for a reaction. He just grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the big house. I tried to get rid of his strong hold, but I didn’t have any chance against him. When we were inside the house, I didn’t really have a feeling of a welcoming atmosphere. Jonathan pushed me to a staircase and we went upstairs higher and higher into the last floor. At the end I couldn’t breath. I was exhausted, tired and my arm still hurt, but Jonathan didn’t get me a second rest. Again he pushed me into a big room.

 

 

 

next part is following soon. :)