ahhh cool x

so whatcha doing :)

:Dyawning:lol:

what are you doing?

Im really happy you had a great day today!!!:dance:

A new fanfic I am creating! It may just seem like a simple Chris/Jonny love story at first but it's going to develop into a lot more, with lots of different characters involved in what will be, I hope, an amazing story!

 

 

Secrets, Lies and Love

 

 

"Chris! Chris! Help us with Moses, he's being a little shit!" asked Gwyneth with Moses fidgeting on her lap. Chris was sat next to her, watching HOUSE on the television. "Hey, don't you think that Dr.House looks like me?" asked Chris, totally ignoring Gwyneth as he stood up and walked out of the living room. As Moses cried, Gwyneth sighed, gritted her teeth, held her chest and closed her eyes.

 

Chris was in the kitchen, getting himself a bowl from the cupboard and pouring his 'Frosties' into the bowl when his phone rang. "Oh hey Guy!" he said, putting his phone against his shoulder. "How's every little thing?" he asked, taking his bowl of Frosties upstairs. "Yeah, I'll be down to the Bakery in about an hour" said Chris, walking up the stairs. Chris tripped. His bowl of Frosties went everywhere. "Shit!" shouted Chris. "Guy, I'll see you in an hour!". Chris hung up. Chris looked down at the mess he created and walked towards his bedroom, whistling. Chris walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Chris unzipped his jeans, took off his t-shirt and jumped into bed where Jonny was waiting for him.

 

HAHA!

:lol:

 

that made me laugh really hard.

 

I literally just let out a big laugh.

My dog was sleeping and he jumped up.

:P

:laugh3:

A new fanfic I am creating! It may just seem like a simple Chris/Jonny love story at first but it's going to develop into a lot more, with lots of different characters involved in what will be, I hope, an amazing story!

 

 

Secrets, Lies and Love

 

 

"Chris! Chris! Help us with Moses, he's being a little shit!" asked Gwyneth with Moses fidgeting on her lap. Chris was sat next to her, watching HOUSE on the television. "Hey, don't you think that Dr.House looks like me?" asked Chris, totally ignoring Gwyneth as he stood up and walked out of the living room. As Moses cried, Gwyneth sighed, gritted her teeth, held her chest and closed her eyes.

 

Chris was in the kitchen, getting himself a bowl from the cupboard and pouring his 'Frosties' into the bowl when his phone rang. "Oh hey Guy!" he said, putting his phone against his shoulder. "How's every little thing?" he asked, taking his bowl of Frosties upstairs. "Yeah, I'll be down to the Bakery in about an hour" said Chris, walking up the stairs. Chris tripped. His bowl of Frosties went everywhere. "Shit!" shouted Chris. "Guy, I'll see you in an hour!". Chris hung up. Chris looked down at the mess he created and walked towards his bedroom, whistling. Chris walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Chris unzipped his jeans, took off his t-shirt and jumped into bed where Jonny was waiting for him.

 

 

so he slept with Jonny while Gwyneth was still in the house?? :uhoh:

:lol:

House :heart:

:lol:you and your House

awww thanks amy ! :P xx

:Dyour welcome:p

A new fanfic I am creating! It may just seem like a simple Chris/Jonny love story at first but it's going to develop into a lot more, with lots of different characters involved in what will be, I hope, an amazing story!

 

 

Secrets, Lies and Love

 

 

"Chris! Chris! Help us with Moses, he's being a little shit!" asked Gwyneth with Moses fidgeting on her lap. Chris was sat next to her, watching HOUSE on the television. "Hey, don't you think that Dr.House looks like me?" asked Chris, totally ignoring Gwyneth as he stood up and walked out of the living room. As Moses cried, Gwyneth sighed, gritted her teeth, held her chest and closed her eyes.

 

Chris was in the kitchen, getting himself a bowl from the cupboard and pouring his 'Frosties' into the bowl when his phone rang. "Oh hey Guy!" he said, putting his phone against his shoulder. "How's every little thing?" he asked, taking his bowl of Frosties upstairs. "Yeah, I'll be down to the Bakery in about an hour" said Chris, walking up the stairs. Chris tripped. His bowl of Frosties went everywhere. "Shit!" shouted Chris. "Guy, I'll see you in an hour!". Chris hung up. Chris looked down at the mess he created and walked towards his bedroom, whistling. Chris walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Chris unzipped his jeans, took off his t-shirt and jumped into bed where Jonny was waiting for him.

 

:shocked3:

 

hah!

 

simon, that was great! :lol:!

A new fanfic I am creating! It may just seem like a simple Chris/Jonny love story at first but it's going to develop into a lot more, with lots of different characters involved in what will be, I hope, an amazing story!

 

 

Secrets, Lies and Love

 

 

"Chris! Chris! Help us with Moses, he's being a little shit!" asked Gwyneth with Moses fidgeting on her lap. Chris was sat next to her, watching HOUSE on the television. "Hey, don't you think that Dr.House looks like me?" asked Chris, totally ignoring Gwyneth as he stood up and walked out of the living room. As Moses cried, Gwyneth sighed, gritted her teeth, held her chest and closed her eyes.

 

Chris was in the kitchen, getting himself a bowl from the cupboard and pouring his 'Frosties' into the bowl when his phone rang. "Oh hey Guy!" he said, putting his phone against his shoulder. "How's every little thing?" he asked, taking his bowl of Frosties upstairs. "Yeah, I'll be down to the Bakery in about an hour" said Chris, walking up the stairs. Chris tripped. His bowl of Frosties went everywhere. "Shit!" shouted Chris. "Guy, I'll see you in an hour!". Chris hung up. Chris looked down at the mess he created and walked towards his bedroom, whistling. Chris walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Chris unzipped his jeans, took off his t-shirt and jumped into bed where Jonny was waiting for him.

 

LOL that was kinda... unexpected :uhoh:

 

 

 

xD

Hey guys!

Just cacth up on everything and :bomb:

OMG geat fanfics!

Sarah!!!:hug::lol:

An Unsteady Trapeze Act

Part 1

 

 

 

Chris' POV

 

 

I woke up, which was not an unusual thing for me. I had been waking up basically every morning since the day I was born. I looked at the clock, like always, and then pulled the blanket off of me. Nothing out of the ordinary. I got out of bed, walked into the living room, and turned on the TV. Routine. Sitting on the sofa, I flipped through the channels to see what was on. The news? Too early in the morning to be depressed. Larry King? No, thanks. Some old movie I didn't care about? Well, I obviously didn't care about it. Spongebob? I've seen this episode a million times, but I love it anyway, so why not? I watched about ten minutes of the episode that was on, when a rather loud grumbling noise emerged from my stomach. Oh, yeah, food. I always liked food.

 

Walking into the kitchen, I thought about what I could eat. What was there, anyway? Enough cereal for a quarter-bowl, two eggs, a couple of bagels left from the rehearsal the other day. I really needed to go grocery shopping. I settled for a bagel and cream cheese, though with my luck the bagel was burned and the cream cheese had expired a week before. I still ate it, though, because people are always telling me I'm too skinny and I need to eat more. It was nasty.

 

The phone rang while I was watching the second episode of Spongebob. I hate it when people interrupt my television time. I guess it's not really their fault though, but it still annoys me. I picked up the phone and checked the caller I.D. It's just another telemarketer. Figures. That was when my morning took an interesting turn. The feeling that I had something important to do that day hit me very suddenly, but I couldn't remember what, if there was anything at all. I tried my hardest to think what else I could be doing, but my mind was completely blank.

 

I had visited my mum the day before, so meeting up with her was not what I was supposed to be doing. It couldn't be anything having to do with the band, because Jonny was visiting one of his cousins in Norway and wasn't coming back until Thursday. Plus I was supposed to pick him up at the airport. Oh, shit.

 

I sprang up off the sofa and ran to the Anvil calendar hanging up on my kitchen wall. It was the 15th, wasn't it? That made it... Thursday. Shit. I ran to the door, grabbing my keys off of the table in front of it on the way. I made my way out of the building and into my car. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. My car stalled out at first, but after a minute or so it finally started. What a great car.

 

I buckled my seatbelt and hit the gas, trying to avoid hitting the other cars on the road. It worked, like it almost always did. It took me about an hour to get to the airport. I couldn't remember what time Jonny was supposed to get off the plane. He'd probably been waiting for hours for me to get there. Maybe he'd called one of the other guys to come pick him up.

 

I parked the car somewhere relatively close to the front entrance of the airport. I sprinted inside, all the while praying that Jonny hadn't gotten off the plane yet. Sure enough, the first thing I spotted when I ran through the doors was a man with a green cap sitting on a bench, waiting with a few suitcases sat beside him.

 

"Jonny!" He looked up from the magazine he was reading. He didn't look too thrilled, which wasn't altogether surprising.

 

"Hey, Chris." He didn't sound too thrilled either. I wouldn't have.

 

"Um... how long have you been waiting here for?"

 

"Oh, let's see, only... four hours. No big deal." I hate when he's sarcastic with me. "You forgot, didn't you?"

 

"Well, I didn't realize today was Thursday."

 

"Whatever. Can we just go now?" He stood up and reached for his bags.

 

"I'll get those for you. You can just head out to the car." It was the least I could do for making him wait four hours. I already felt bad, and the fact that he'd probably forgive me before we even left the airport didn't help. He was too nice to me, and I didn't deserve it at all.

 

Driving back to my apartment, we talked about his trip to his cousin's place. Apparently her son was arrested for prostitution. Those Bucklands make me laugh sometimes.

 

 

Hey Amy!!!:kiss:

 

Brooke has a new fanfic, Brooke has a new fanfic! :dance:

CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:whip:lol:great job Brookey!!!:hug:

I woke up, which was not an unusual thing for me.

 

Wait. People actually wake up? That's soo weird!

 

^yeah that was terrible, but i tried! :D great brookey!

:lol:

hey can one do me a MASSIVE FAVOUR !! X

Ill do it:lol:Em

:lol: yes, low. people wake up. :P

thanks guys! :nice:

once again, i'm not exactly sure where this story is going, but i think i have a general idea.

i'll try and write another chapter sometime tonight. :D

:lol:Brooke you realize its always us left:D:D:D:D

An Unsteady Trapeze Act

 

 

Chris' POV

 

 

I woke up, which was not an unusual thing for me. I had been waking up basically every morning since the day I was born. I looked at the clock, like always, and then pulled the blanket off of me. Nothing out of the ordinary. I got out of bed, walked into the living room, and turned on the TV. Routine. Sitting on the sofa, I flipped through the channels to see what was on. The news? Too early in the morning to be depressed. Larry King? No, thanks. Some old movie I didn't care about? Well, I obviously didn't care about it. Spongebob? I've seen this episode a million times, but I love it anyway, so why not? I watched about ten minutes of the episode that was on, when a rather loud grumbling noise emerged from my stomach. Oh, yeah, food. I always liked food.

 

Walking into the kitchen, I thought about what I could eat. What was there, anyway? Enough cereal for a quarter-bowl, two eggs, a couple of bagels left from the rehearsal the other day. I really needed to go grocery shopping. I settled for a bagel and cream cheese, though with my luck the bagel was burned and the cream cheese had expired a week before. I still ate it, though, because people are always telling me I'm too skinny and I need to eat more. It was nasty.

 

The phone rang while I was watching the second episode of Spongebob. I hate it when people interrupt my television time. I guess it's not really their fault though, but it still annoys me. I picked up the phone and checked the caller I.D. It's just another telemarketer. Figures. That was when my morning took an interesting turn. The feeling that I had something important to do that day hit me very suddenly, but I couldn't remember what, if there was anything at all. I tried my hardest to think what else I could be doing, but my mind was completely blank.

 

I had visited my mum the day before, so meeting up with her was not what I was supposed to be doing. It couldn't be anything having to do with the band, because Jonny was visiting one of his cousins in Norway and wasn't coming back until Thursday. Plus I was supposed to pick him up at the airport. Oh, shit.

 

I sprang up off the sofa and ran to the Anvil calendar hanging up on my kitchen wall. It was the 15th, wasn't it? That made it... Thursday. Shit. I ran to the door, grabbing my keys off of the table in front of it on the way. I made my way out of the building and into my car. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. My car stalled out at first, but after a minute or so it finally started. What a great car.

 

I buckled my seatbelt and hit the gas, trying to avoid hitting the other cars on the road. It worked, like it almost always did. It took me about an hour to get to the airport. I couldn't remember what time Jonny was supposed to get off the plane. He'd probably been waiting for hours for me to get there. Maybe he'd called one of the other guys to come pick him up.

 

I parked the car somewhere relatively close to the front entrance of the airport. I sprinted inside, all the while praying that Jonny hadn't gotten off the plane yet. Sure enough, the first thing I spotted when I ran through the doors was a man with a green cap sitting on a bench, waiting with a few suitcases sat beside him.

 

"Jonny!" He looked up from the magazine he was reading. He didn't look too thrilled, which wasn't altogether surprising.

 

"Hey, Chris." He didn't sound too thrilled either. I wouldn't have.

 

"Um... how long have you been waiting here for?"

 

"Oh, let's see, only... four hours. No big deal." I hate when he's sarcastic with me. "You forgot, didn't you?"

 

"Well, I didn't realize today was Thursday."

 

"Whatever. Can we just go now?" He stood up and reached for his bags.

 

"I'll get those for you. You can just head out to the car." It was the least I could do for making him wait four hours. I already felt bad, and the fact that he'd probably forgive me before we even left the airport didn't help. He was too nice to me, and I didn't deserve it at all.

 

Driving back to my apartment, we talked about his trip to his cousin's place. Apparently her son was arrested for prostitution. Those Bucklands make me laugh sometimes.

 

 

SPONGEBOB! That's supposed to be Guy's thing. :lol:

(At least to me it is...)

:lol:but I think its chris' in "real life":laugh3:

Spongebob is for everyone. :heart: :P

:lol:yes it it:heart: