lol

OKAY OKAY! :D

:dance:

 

 

so it looks like its only us,everybody else left:lol:

:( sad lol

:sad:its quiet:lol:

:laugh3:

It is!!

LAURA'S HERE!

 

:dance::dance::dance::dance:

PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!

i'll only party if you write a fanfic, laura! :whip:

LOL. MEE TOO! :whip:

i'll only party if you write a fanfic, laura! :whip:

 

:lol: :P

 

remember, i SUCK at writing fanfics...i can write totally bogus stories off the top of my head, but i highly doubt you want to hear one of those :D

I LOVED IT! So much emotion and just overall great:clap:

Hey ladies (and occasionally Si :P) I saw what Liz said about too much chatting going on in here and I kind of agree, I think it might be a good idea to have our own Lounge thread where we could discuss the stories/go off topic when we wanted and not worry about cluttering up the pages here.

 

If I created one would you guys want to migrate the chatting over there and have this thread just be for the stories? Let me know what you think :nice:

this is as good as this chapter's going to get, so...

 

How Infinite is Space?

 

Part 13

 

 

"Retaw, I don't want to do this anymore! I'm so tired." Chris collapsed onto the floor of the training room. He had been practicing for almost six hours straight, and his muscles were extremely sore.

 

"What about your karate class, hmm?"

 

"I lied, OK! I was supposed to take a karate class, but I... uh... well... wenttobestbuyandwatchedthehillsinstead."

 

"You what?"

 

"I went to Best Buy and watched The Hills instead! They were showing it on the display televisions and I just couldn't help myself. Aren't you glad you know how worthless I am now?" Despite the distraction that the six-hour training had provided, Chris still couldn't stop thinking about Jonny.

 

"Oh, Chris Martin, please don't start this again. You are not worthless. You are going to help save our world. Save our people from the horrors that have befallen us. Is that not worth enough for you?" Chris looked up at Retaw and sighed. "I suppose it isn't. But it is worth enough for me, and I ask you to please continue on, Chris Martin. We need you."

 

Chris rested on the ground for a few more moments. He couldn't believe he was being so selfish. Here he was, wallowing in self-pity and the apparent loss of his best friend, while an entire race of beings was in danger and in need of his help. He was needed, maybe not by Jonny, but by somebody. "I'm sorry, Retaw." He stood up and walked over to the punching bag in the center of the room. "I've been such a jerk lately."

 

"There's no need to be sorry, Chris Martin, it's quite all right."

 

"Good. Now let's train." For the next two hours Chris punched, cycled, ran, pushed-up, sat-up, pulled-up, and climbed as best as he could. He was already tired when they started, and when they were finished he felt like he was going to vomit and pass out. He almost did, actually.

 

"Chris Martin, are you OK?" Retaw asked when Chris began to stumble around the room, almost knocking into the wall.

 

"Uh... I feel a little dizzy..."

 

"Perhaps it is time to stop now. You've done enough for today. More than you needed to, in fact, so you are finished."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Come, let's get you some food, and then you shall be off to bed. You need all the energy you can get for tomorrow's training." Retaw brought Chris to the cafeteria, making sure the whole time that Chris didn't fall over and hurt himself. When they got to the cafeteria, Chris sat down at one of the tables while Retaw went to the kitchen in the back and got Chris some food. Having nothing better to do, he looked around at the nearly empty room. There were about ten other tables, each with four chairs, and there were a few garbage cans lined up against the wall. Sitting next to them was what looked like Jonny's jacket.

 

"What the hell? Is that Jonny's jacket?" Chris realized that Retaw hadn't returned yet, so he decided to investigate for himself. Feeling slightly less dizzy, he got up, walked over to the cans and picked up the jacket. It was Jonny's all right. Chris was beginning to get very suspicious. Jonny leaving anything behind was very unusual, especially when it was something so essential. Plus the fact that he left behind his suitcase as well. Then Chris grew concerned. What if something was wrong with Jonny that caused him to leave his possessions behind?

 

"Chris Martin! I have food for you!" Retaw placed a tray filled with all sorts of food on the table where Chris had been sitting. He then looked around the room in search of Chris. "Chris Martin?"

 

"I'm over here."

 

"Oh! I have food for you... what is that you're holding?"

 

"It's Jonny's jacket. He left it here." Chris returned to the table and sat down next to Retaw, throwing the jacket onto the table. "Is he OK?"

 

"Excuse me?"

 

"Is Jonny OK? Was he OK when you sent him home? He'd never forget his jacket and suitcase."

 

"I assure you, Chris Martin, Jonathan was perfectly fine. Now eat, please." Chris could tell that Retaw was trying to avoid talking about Jonny.

 

"Are you sure? Because if there is something wrong, I deserve to know. He still is my best friend."

 

"If there was something wrong with him, I would tell you, believe me. But there is nothing to talk about now because he is fine. Your friend is in good hands." Retaw grabbed a sandwich from the tray and handed it to Chris. "Now eat, please." Chris took the sandwich and started eating it. Food. It felt like it had been ages since he ate anything. Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten in days. Or slept. But then... how was he able to pull off eight hours of training?

 

"Retaw... is there something wrong with me?"

 

 

 

i LOVE it, brooke!! :cheesy:!!

 

 

 

gonna start writing chapter 5 now! :D!!

 

EDIT: of canyon, by the way. :wacko:!

@ohmystarisfading I was thinking about that but what would we call it??

 

Fan Fic chatterers :lol:

thanks christina! :nice:

i can't wait for the next chapter of Canyon! :dance:

:dance:!!!

 

 

 

 

it's going to be the 'action' chapter of canyon.

 

 

 

 

kind've. :D!

okay....here it goes...i just jotted it down so..yeah...:shame:

SUPER COLDPLAY

part one

 

 

 

Chris frowned as he hopped off the bus, Jon, Will, and Guy trailing slowly behind him. It had been a long day of rehearsing, and now they were off to the pub. Guy yawned and Chris yawned back, Will and then Jonny following along. *lol, i yawned while writing that*

 

"Wait," Will scratched at his head. "Where are we?"

 

The boys looked around, seeing that they were surrounded by open fields. "Shit," Chris swore. "Must've gotten off at the wrong bloody spot."

 

Jonny laughed hysterically, Guy punching him in the shoulder. "What's the matter?"

 

"Look!" Jonny continued to chuckle, pointing his finger. "Look at those funny animals!"

 

Will frowned. "Jon...that's a cow." In fact, there were many cows, grazing in a nearby hay field.

 

"It looks so funny!" Jonny smiled and ran towards the fenced in pasture.

 

Chris followed in pursuit. "Have you lost your mind?!" he called ahead of him. "It's a bloody cow!"

 

Now all the boys were running across the street, chasing Jon who had hopped over the fence and was sprinting towards a brown cow. The cow looked up at Jonny, it's green eyes giving him a death stare.

 

But Jonny ran anyways. He tackled the cow, knocking it over and rolling with it, until he finally ended up on top. "I got it!" he yelled. "I caught a cow!"

 

Guy tried to pull Jon off of the animal, but he wouldn't get up. "Jon! What is your problem?"

 

A sudden roar came up from behind them, and turning around, Chris could make out a herd of cows stampeding towards them. His voice was quaky, "Come on! Let's go!"

 

But it was too late. Cows had surrounded them. One big bull stepped forward. "Release the cow, and no one gets hurt."

 

"Holy fuck it's speaking!" Chris gazed at the creature with awe.

 

The bull knocked Chris onto the ground, biting him in the arm. He felt himself drifting, and soon, everything faded to black.

 

 

duhnuhduhnuhduhnuhduhnuh!

 

and that's what you get for asking me to write a fanfic :lol:

okay....here it goes...i just jotted it down so..yeah...:shame:

SUPER COLDPLAY

part one

 

 

 

Chris frowned as he hopped off the bus, Jon, Will, and Guy trailing slowly behind him. It had been a long day of rehearsing, and now they were off to the pub. Guy yawned and Chris yawned back, Will and then Jonny following along. *lol, i yawned while writing that*

 

"Wait," Will scratched at his head. "Where are we?"

 

The boys looked around, seeing that they were surrounded by open fields. "Shit," Chris swore. "Must've gotten off at the wrong bloody spot."

 

Jonny laughed hysterically, Guy punching him in the shoulder. "What's the matter?"

 

"Look!" Jonny continued to chuckle, pointing his finger. "Look at those funny animals!"

 

Will frowned. "Jon...that's a cow." In fact, there were many cows, grazing in a nearby hay field.

 

"It looks so funny!" Jonny smiled and ran towards the fenced in pasture.

 

Chris followed in pursuit. "Have you lost your mind?!" he called ahead of him. "It's a bloody cow!"

 

Now all the boys were running across the street, chasing Jon who had hopped over the fence and was sprinting towards a brown cow. The cow looked up at Jonny, it's green eyes giving him a death stare.

 

But Jonny ran anyways. He tackled the cow, knocking it over and rolling with it, until he finally ended up on top. "I got it!" he yelled. "I caught a cow!"

 

Guy tried to pull Jon off of the animal, but he wouldn't get up. "Jon! What is your problem?"

 

A sudden roar came up from behind them, and turning around, Chris could make out a herd of cows stampeding towards them. His voice was quaky, "Come on! Let's go!"

 

But it was too late. Cows had surrounded them. One big bull stepped forward. "Release the cow, and no one gets hurt."

 

"Holy fuck it's speaking!" Chris gazed at the creature with awe.

 

The bull knocked Chris onto the ground, biting him in the arm. He felt himself drifting, and soon, everything faded to black.

 

 

duhnuhduhnuhduhnuhduhnuh!

 

and that's what you get for asking me to write a fanfic :lol:

 

:cheesy: :lol:

it's great, laura! i don't know what you were talking about before, what with you not being able to write fanfics.

more!! :whip:

oh my god, that whole thing seriously made me laugh out loud.

 

"But Jonny ran anyways. He tackled the cow, knocking it over and rolling with it, until he finally ended up on top. "I got it!" he yelled. "I caught a cow!""

 

 

...especially that!! :laugh4:!!

haaa its so jokes :P

 

hey im bk btw lol x

:blush: thankoo :cheesy: i'll write more tonite...my mom's gonna kill me if i'm on any longer...she wants me to go pick up dog poo :uhoh:

I am about to post part 2.....

YAAY BRIT !! lol :P x

okay....here it goes...i just jotted it down so..yeah...:shame:

SUPER COLDPLAY

part one

 

 

 

Chris frowned as he hopped off the bus, Jon, Will, and Guy trailing slowly behind him. It had been a long day of rehearsing, and now they were off to the pub. Guy yawned and Chris yawned back, Will and then Jonny following along. *lol, i yawned while writing that*

 

"Wait," Will scratched at his head. "Where are we?"

 

The boys looked around, seeing that they were surrounded by open fields. "Shit," Chris swore. "Must've gotten off at the wrong bloody spot."

 

Jonny laughed hysterically, Guy punching him in the shoulder. "What's the matter?"

 

"Look!" Jonny continued to chuckle, pointing his finger. "Look at those funny animals!"

 

Will frowned. "Jon...that's a cow." In fact, there were many cows, grazing in a nearby hay field.

 

"It looks so funny!" Jonny smiled and ran towards the fenced in pasture.

 

Chris followed in pursuit. "Have you lost your mind?!" he called ahead of him. "It's a bloody cow!"

 

Now all the boys were running across the street, chasing Jon who had hopped over the fence and was sprinting towards a brown cow. The cow looked up at Jonny, it's green eyes giving him a death stare.

 

But Jonny ran anyways. He tackled the cow, knocking it over and rolling with it, until he finally ended up on top. "I got it!" he yelled. "I caught a cow!"

 

Guy tried to pull Jon off of the animal, but he wouldn't get up. "Jon! What is your problem?"

 

A sudden roar came up from behind them, and turning around, Chris could make out a herd of cows stampeding towards them. His voice was quaky, "Come on! Let's go!"

 

But it was too late. Cows had surrounded them. One big bull stepped forward. "Release the cow, and no one gets hurt."

 

"Holy fuck it's speaking!" Chris gazed at the creature with awe.

 

The bull knocked Chris onto the ground, biting him in the arm. He felt himself drifting, and soon, everything faded to black.

 

 

duhnuhduhnuhduhnuhduhnuh!

 

and that's what you get for asking me to write a fanfic :lol:

 

:laugh3:

ITS SO FUNNY! I LOVE IT!

it's really really short, but a lot happens. :P

 

 

CANYON.

CHAPTER 5

 

 

 

 

Chris’s eyes opened slowly. He saw a familiar brown haired figure towards the end of the room. "Sorry, Guy. I stole your fainting thunder."

"Apology accepted." Guy chuckled and walked closer to the bed. "Will you be okay here by yourself for a while? I have to go talk to Diane… and Jon won’t be here for another twenty minutes or so."

"I’m not a baby. I’ll be fine." He smiled, and pulled Guy in for a kiss on the forehead. "Good luck, mate."

Chris saw Guy smile for the first time in weeks. He watched him walk out the door, down the hall, and step into the elevator. He was so proud of his friend.

A few minutes later, with nothing to do, Chris started playing with his IV for a few minutes, flicking it around as the water slowly made its way into his arm. He looked up when he suddenly heard a loud bang. There was a tall man dressed in a black suit practically sprinting in his direction. He had dark black hair and piercing blue eyes. Chris was alarmed by all the anger in his expression. The man walked into Chris’s room, closed and locked the glass door behind him. Chris’s heart sunk as the man grabbed him by the hospital gown, pulled him out of the bed and threw him against the wall. "Where the fuck do you get off sleeping with my wife?" he screamed.

The man pulled Chris up and threw his fist into Chris’s jaw, blood starting to fly. "Huh?" The man said, punching him again. "Do you think you can sleep with whoever you want ‘cause you’re in a fuckin’ band, man?" he threw his fist into Chris’s jaw with every two words that came out of his mouth.

Chris could barely open his eyes, his face and jaw swelling from the blows, blood soaking his face. Then, there was a sudden loss of air as the man wrapped his hands around Chris’s neck. He wheezed loudly, trying to suck in any sort of air. Then, he was dropped, as the man was finally pulled off him by a security guard.