||The OFFICIAL Coldplay FanFic Thread 1||

[LoverInJapan]

Oh, Kyra, you are such an incredible writer! I love this story so much, it's funny and the plot is really good.

 

And you gotta love drunk Guy!

 

Have a good time in Brazil and don't worry about the plane part :kiss:

[Miss Lestrade]

@ Thalia---I'm visiting family and stuff.

 

@ Everyone else---Thank you for your kind reviews and assurances that I'll be okay. :D

[coldplay_is_louve.]

yes, have a great time!!! :D!

[jknc]

Kyra-------

 

Your story is hilarious!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait (not very patiently) for more.

 

Flying is safer than driving.

I envy you the chance to take a flight.

 

Have a good trip.

[BerrymanGirl1]

:lol:yeah

I second that^

[SarahSchimidt]

:shocked2: Wow, I´ve been away from this thread for one day! So much to read!:smug:

Will fanfiction!Yes!!Finally!

 

Warning Sign *cracking the whip*!!!!

Yeah, I really want to read more of this story...:\

 

Well, this is my temporary goodbye! I have to leave soon for the flight to Brazil. If you don't hear from me within 72 hours, assume that I've died in a fiery plane crash. Yes, if you haven't been able to figure it out yet, I have a minor fear of flying. :bigcry:

 

Kyra! Your trip is gonna be fine! And we´re gonna meet! o/

Yaaaay!

:kiss:

[coldplayisawesome]

Chapter 7

 

 

Jonny Gets Married

 

 

Chris was finishing the last of his cup of coffee when Jonny came into the kitchen. Chris was completely dressed for the wedding in his black tuxedo. Jonny thought he looked beautiful.

"Jon, you aren't dressed," he said, "You better hurry up. It is very bad form to keep your first wife waiting at the altar." Jonny didn't laugh at Chris' little joke. He just grabbed him by the hand and started to drag him away.

"Jonny, what are you doing? What's going on? Where are we going?" Jonny drug him through the living room and to the hall where the small staircase stood. He opened the door to the closet that was built into the staircase, shoved Chris into the tiny room, followed himself and shut the door.

There was very little light in the room, but it was enough for Jonny to see the brilliant blue of Chris' eyes.

"What in the hell is this?" Chris asked, "Why are you acting so strange?"

"Shut up," Jonny told him, softly, "Just shut up. It's my turn to talk for once."

"Okay," Chris said, folding his arms across his chest, "So talk."

Jonny took a deep breath, "I love you. I am in love with you. Sometimes I hate that fact, but nevertheless, it is a fact and I cannot change it. I thought getting married would stop me from loving you but it won't. The unchangeable truth is that you and I belong together. I can live without you. And I almost chose to, but not anymore. I choose to be with you. That is at least if you will have me."

Chris didn't say anything. He stood there looking at Jonny.

"Say something, damn it," Jonny told him.

"I really thought I lost you this time," Chris finally said.

"I know...."Jonny said, softly, "And I am so sorry."

"How do I know that this won't come up again?" Chris asked, "I can't go through this every few years, Jon." Jonny searched his brains for a way to convince him that things would be different this time. Then the perfect solution came to him.

"Marry me," he said.

"What?" Chris' voice sounded shrill and his large eyes grew larger.

"That's it!!!" Jonny laughed, "That's it. Marry me. We have the church. We have the people. You are already dressed for it and by the way.............you look gorgeous in that tux." Jonny told him.

"We can't...." Chris told him, "Then everyone would know...." Jonny looked at him and remembered his conversation with his mother.

"Chris, don't you think they know already?"

"Yeah, maybe they do," he said.

 

Thirty minutes later the guests and family were all assembled in the little church to watch Chris and Jonny take their vows.

Kimberley had not been surprised when Jonny told her. She confessed to him that she had been thinking of calling it off too. She saw the way he looked at Chris.

Jonny's father didn't look especially happy, but his mother was beaming. She told him not to worry about his father. He would come around in time.

When Chris and Jonny told Guy and Will the news, Guy said, "Oh is that all. It's not like we didn't know already."

 

At the reception they cut the cake and then the little band started to play. Jonny took Chris by the hand and said, "Come on wife," in a joking manner, "Let's dance."

"Why do I have to be the wife?" Chris asked, with a playful pout.

Jonny turned to Will and Guy, "Do you see this?" He asked, "The nagging has started already."

 

 

THE END

 

 

 

your stories are so fantastic!! :clap:

 

Well, I hope you like it and as usual I don't have a plan :lol: It might be just a little one-shot with an open ending, I don't know...

 

 

A Song For You

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

Guy was never shy when it came to his bedroom mirror. He would sing, dance and do all kinds of things in front of it.

 

The knowledge that no one else saw him made him feel more liberated than anyone could ever imagine. He only did this things in public when he was completely wasted which didn’t happen too often these days so he had to find another way. In front of his beloved, full-length mirror.

 

But being in a band helped him loosen up and feel relaxed as well. He had to play everyday in front of thousands of people, so he got used to it. However, he would never do what he did in private for all the audiences to see. It was bad enough the guys caught him one day while he was getting dressed after a shower, singing “Sexual Healing”, fully committed to the song. He could remember vividly the looks on his friends’ faces. Will, Chris and Jonny didn’t shut up about it for a whole month.

 

Today, Guy was softly singing something new, something he created all by himself. Lyrics, melody, everything. He knew he had a decent voice, but he was just afraid to use it out loud sometimes. He was afraid of failing, of being laughed at. He guessed it was a complex from a long time ago, from a time where boys teased him in the playground at school, right after he moved from Scotland. Stupid assholes!, he thought.

 

It was unusual for him to consider the idea of showing a song he wrote to the other members of the band but today he just gathered up the courage to do it. He had a lot of unfinished songs that no one else knew about. Maybe he would show it someday and give them the opportunity to be heard.

 

 

In the studio, Jonny and Will were playing PlayStation like they always did before rehearsals.

Chris said he would be working on a piano part before they joined him downstairs but they all knew he was just on the phone with his wife, telling her about some recent hair loss. She would tell him it didn’t matter to her even if he was completely bald which resulted in a lovey-dovey conversation, which in turn resulted in a very productive session for the band. It was a win-win situation for everybody.

 

Guy parked his car and slowly walked towards the front door, whistling along the way. He was nervous with the material he brought to show his mates. But they were his best friends, they wouldn’t make him feel embarrassed or humiliated. He hoped.

 

“Hey! I’m sorry I’m late. I overslept.” He told his football-addicted friends. “You ready to go downstairs and work a little?”

 

The two other men didn’t look up. “Huh?” Will asked, deeply concentrated on the game he was playing. “We’ll be right there.”

 

“Yeah, go ahead, we’re just finishing this.” Jonny added, furiously pressing most of the buttons at the same time.

 

They were just like his nephews, Guy realized. Except his nephews were 4 and 5 years old. Maybe it’s these guys mental age, he mused.

 

 

Walking down the stairs, Guy could hear Chris make kissing noises to the phone he held in his hand and he knew that meant the call was almost over.

 

“Love you more…No, you hang up….You…You hang up.” Chris was giggling like a little kid, facing the wall, so he couldn’t see Guy entering the room. “Tell the kids I love them, okay?... Now you hang up.” He repeated, softly.

 

Oh boy, this could go on and on, Guy just knew, so he decided to make some noise with a chair.

 

Chris turned around, his cheeks reddening. “Honey, I gotta go. Guy’s here… Love you too.” He flipped his cell phone shut.

 

“Hello! So who hung up?” Guy teased, smiling coyly at his blue-eyed friend.

 

“Shut up!” Chris responded, with a small smile.

 

“Hum, Chris?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I made a little song and I… uh, I was wondering if you wanted to listen to it…”

 

Chris looked up at him, surprised. Guy never presented them any kind of song. Never. He worked with them on studio, he stayed in there afterwards or came in before all of them but he never showed them any musical work that wasn’t related to the songs based on Chris’ lyrics.

 

“Of course.” He said, sitting down immediately in front of the bassist.

 

Guy didn’t move for his bass or the electric guitar he brought with him, going to the piano instead. Now that was another surprise for Chris, who stood quietly in his seat.

 

The bass player took a deep breath and then, his hands and voice took over. The deep sounds of the instrument assaulted the whole building, grabbing Jonny and Will’s attention.

The duo descended the stairs slowly, not wanting to interrupt the sound. Oddly, they knew it wasn’t the frontman playing. It was different. Why? They couldn’t explain, they just knew.

 

Sure enough, the singer sat, mesmerized, looking in the piano’s direction where Guy now accompanied the beautiful sounds of the instrument with his own profound voice.

 

Next thing they knew, the song was over and the three band members sat together, his expressions quite similar. A shocked look in their eyes, their mouths slightly open.

 

“So, what do you think?” Guy finally asked.

 

 

 

 

:cheesy: you should write more of it! ;)

 

 

Now, ladies, I just write so I can DEMAND stories from all of you. With that being said...

 

:pimp2::whip::whip::whip: I want to see you keep working:hug::love:

 

i'm working on mine, but it gets hard what with having to read everyone else's fanfics. :P

 

 

 

M A M A

PART 3 (The last chapter for at least 24 hours)

 

Well, this is my temporary goodbye! I have to leave soon for the flight to Brazil. If you don't hear from me within 72 hours, assume that I've died in a fiery plane crash. Yes, if you haven't been able to figure it out yet, I have a minor fear of flying. :bigcry:

 

 

 

 

When we reached my front door some twenty minutes later, I realized I had left my key in the car. “You fuckin’ idiot!” cried Guy, punching me in the arm. “Now what?”

 

“How much Stella did you drink, you twat?” I yelled, shoving him. He weakly shoved me back.

 

“You can just fuck yourself, Chrissy!”

 

“You son of a female dog!” I gasped, slapping him upside the head. “I should’ve let you drive home and kill yourself!” Immediately after I said that, I regretted it. Guy was just high-strung. Why wouldn’t he be? We’d just seen a bloody ghost! “Look, I’m sorry...”

 

“Screw you.” he hissed, stumbling down the stairs. “This is just fuckin’ excellent! What are we supposed to do, huh? I mean, what the hell did we see? This can’t be happening.” he said, resting his head in his hands. I sighed and moved up to him.

 

“We’ll just walk to Jonny’s house.”

 

“Fine.” muttered Guy. “But hurry...I think I’m gonna be sick.”

 

I grabbed him by the arm once more and started walking...once more. Ten minutes later, we arrived at Jonny’s front door. I tried knocking once, quietly. Then Guy pushed me out of the way and banged on it a few times. “Stop!” I scolded, shoving him. “You’ll wake his kids!”

 

“He’s upstairs, give him a minute, Mr. Berryman.” said an old woman to our left. We turned, and Guy screamed, running behind me and affixing himself to my back.

 

“Mama!” he cried. “It’s Mama!”

 

“What?” I choked out, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

 

“I asked you to call me Mama, remember?” the lady said, smiling sweetly. Guy nodded, but I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

 

“Look, uh, Mama...why are you doing this to us?”

 

“I told you, Mr. Martin...Jonathan is in danger.”

 

“Why?” I asked desperately, my heart pounding. But just like that, she was gone.

 

“Am I interrupting something?” asked Jonny, who’d just opened the door. He was probably a bit confused by the sight of Guy clinging to my waist and me cowering at the bottom of the stairwell.

 

“Jonny!” Guy cried, letting go of me and running up the stairs. He hugged Jonny tightly before running into his house.

 

“Uh...what’s up with him?”

 

“He’s drunk.” I muttered.

 

“Oh. That explains it."

 

"I wish."

 

 

ooh, i love it. have a safe trip! :D

 

T I D A L W A V E S .

CHAPTER 2

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

"A woman." Chris said slowly. "In a white dress."

Will could feel his face getting red. "Yes."

"Attractive?"

"Chris." Will couldn’t help but chuckle.

The two of them were silent for a few seconds. "Are you sure it was your first birthday?" Chris asked. "That was kind of… a while ago. No offense, mate."

"I know. That’s the other weird part. I didn’t remember anything about my first birthday until then. God, my mom was so young." The image of her smiling at him was still fresh in his mind.

Chris sat back in his chair and picked at a bowl of nuts on the table. "I’m confused. Then how do you know that it was your real first birthday?"

Will stood up from the table, walked into the living room and picked up the photo album he’d been staring at all morning. Chris watched as he put it in front of him, and sat back down. "It looked just like that. Oh, and the woman isn‘t in those pictures. I looked."

Chris flipped through the old pictures, dust making a tiny explosion each time the pages smacked together. "Have you looked at these recently?"

"Not since my mother died." He said quietly, staring at a picture of her kissing Will on the cheek. "That was fifteen years ago."

"I really don’t know what to tell you." he grabbed another handful of nuts. "I guess this is what they mean when they say ‘going nuts’."

"Shut up."

 

About an hour after Chris left, Will couldn’t stop thinking about that woman in white, so he decided to call his sister Beth. "Hello?" She sounded just like his mother.

"Beth, it’s me." He bit his tongue.

"Oh, hey Will! Jenny put that down! No, no stop hitting your sister. No. Sorry, just a little busy." She panted.

Will smiled. "I don’t know how you deal with it."

"I don’t." She said. "I hand them over to Dave and lock myself in the bedroom. What’s up, hun?"

"I need to ask you a question, and it might sound weird."

She chuckled. "Try it."

"Do you remember my first birthday?"

There was a silence on the other line, and Will thought about immediately laughing it off. "Um." She thought for a few seconds. "Um, yeah, I think so. It was at the first house, right?"

"Right. Do you remember who was there?"

She sighed. "What’s this about, Will?"

"Can you just answer the question?"

"Aunt Marie, Uncle Davie." She paused. "Mom, of course."

"Uhuh." Will cut her off. "Anyone in a white dress?"

More silence. "N…nope, no I don’t remember a white dress."

"Are you sure?" He asked, feeling his stomach flip.

"Mhm."

"How sure?"

"Pretty sure." Will heard something bang and then screams. "No, David get back here! Don’t jump on the dog. Will, I gotta go."

And the line dropped.

 

 

:clap: i love it! :D

[pickle]

you guys are such great writers :wacky: NOW WRITE MORE! :whip::lol:

[coldplay_is_louve.]

i love mama!!! :dance::D!!

 

"“Mama!” he cried. “It’s Mama!”"

 

this line made me laugh out loud. :laugh4::cheesy:!

[coldplay_is_louve.]

T I D A L W A V E S .

CHAPTER 3, PART 1.

 

 

 

 

The road was rough, and Will could hear stones and sticks breaking underneath his bike tires. Trees surrounded him from all corners, as if they were a crowd of people urging him to soldier on. His feet were tingling, and his ankles burned while sweat dripped down his face.

Suddenly, he heard a crack underneath him, and the bike began to tip. Will's body was slammed onto the ground. After a second of being on the ground, the pain began to sink into his head, as a red liquid started to drop onto a stone in front of him. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't cry. He just stared at that red liquid, slowly dripping off his head. Another few seconds went by when Will heard someone calling his name. When he turned his head softly, he could see his mother running up behind him. She was older now, and still as thin as a twig. Her bright red locks were starting to fade to red, and losing their curls. Her eyes were bursting with concern as she came to his side, putting her hand on the pain. Suddenly, everything went blurry as he was lifted into the air.

A soft beeping noise awoke Will in a bright room. He was dressed differently, sitting on top of a very uncomfortable bed. There was a needle in his arm as well, pushing some sort of clear liquid into his veins. The room was empty. When he looked through the clear glass doors, he saw a sea of doctors and nurses running around the room, completely ignoring him. His mother was in the middle, talking to a certain man in a white coat. Behind his mother was a woman. She had soft features to go with her long brown hair. She was wearing a white dress. Will froze. The woman wouldn't stop looking in his direction. Her face was blurred, but not as much as before. She had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. The beeping began to get faster and faster, as a nurse came in and tried to comfort him. But a few seconds later, he was unconscious.

 

 

 

[pickle]

OHMYGOD CHRISTINA I LOVE YOUR STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

that means i can't wait for the next part!

 

 

[coldplay_is_louve.]

hah, thank you laura!! :blush:!!!

[pickle]

well i like it a TON

[In a telescope lens]

M A M A[/color][/size][/font]

PART 3 (The last chapter for at least 24 hours)

 

Well, this is my temporary goodbye! I have to leave soon for the flight to Brazil. If you don't hear from me within 72 hours, assume that I've died in a fiery plane crash. Yes, if you haven't been able to figure it out yet, I have a minor fear of flying. :bigcry:

 

 

 

 

When we reached my front door some twenty minutes later, I realized I had left my key in the car. “You fuckin’ idiot!” cried Guy, punching me in the arm. “Now what?”

 

“How much Stella did you drink, you twat?” I yelled, shoving him. He weakly shoved me back.

 

“You can just fuck yourself, Chrissy!”

 

“You son of a female dog!” I gasped, slapping him upside the head. “I should’ve let you drive home and kill yourself!” Immediately after I said that, I regretted it. Guy was just high-strung. Why wouldn’t he be? We’d just seen a bloody ghost! “Look, I’m sorry...”

 

“Screw you.” he hissed, stumbling down the stairs. “This is just fuckin’ excellent! What are we supposed to do, huh? I mean, what the hell did we see? This can’t be happening.” he said, resting his head in his hands. I sighed and moved up to him.

 

“We’ll just walk to Jonny’s house.”

 

“Fine.” muttered Guy. “But hurry...I think I’m gonna be sick.”

 

I grabbed him by the arm once more and started walking...once more. Ten minutes later, we arrived at Jonny’s front door. I tried knocking once, quietly. Then Guy pushed me out of the way and banged on it a few times. “Stop!” I scolded, shoving him. “You’ll wake his kids!”

 

“He’s upstairs, give him a minute, Mr. Berryman.” said an old woman to our left. We turned, and Guy screamed, running behind me and affixing himself to my back.

 

“Mama!” he cried. “It’s Mama!”

 

“What?” I choked out, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

 

“I asked you to call me Mama, remember?” the lady said, smiling sweetly. Guy nodded, but I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

 

“Look, uh, Mama...why are you doing this to us?”

 

“I told you, Mr. Martin...Jonathan is in danger.”

 

“Why?” I asked desperately, my heart pounding. But just like that, she was gone.

 

“Am I interrupting something?” asked Jonny, who’d just opened the door. He was probably a bit confused by the sight of Guy clinging to my waist and me cowering at the bottom of the stairwell.

 

“Jonny!” Guy cried, letting go of me and running up the stairs. He hugged Jonny tightly before running into his house.

 

“Uh...what’s up with him?”

 

“He’s drunk.” I muttered.

 

“Oh. That explains it."

 

"I wish."

 

:laugh3:

awesome kyra!!:D:D:D:D:D

and have a safe flight and wonderful time!!:heart::hug:!!!

T I D A L W A V E S .

CHAPTER 3, PART 1.

 

 

 

 

The road was rough, and Will could hear stones and sticks breaking underneath his bike tires. Trees surrounded him from all corners, as if they were a crowd of people urging him to soldier on. His feet were tingling, and his ankles burned while sweat dripped down his face.

Suddenly, he heard a crack underneath him, and the bike began to tip. Will's body was slammed onto the ground. After a second of being on the ground, the pain began to sink into his head, as a red liquid started to drop onto a stone in front of him. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't cry. He just stared at that red liquid, slowly dripping off his head. Another few seconds went by when Will heard someone calling his name. When he turned his head softly, he could see his mother running up behind him. She was older now, and still as thin as a twig. Her bright red locks were starting to fade to red, and losing their curls. Her eyes were bursting with concern as she came to his side, putting her hand on the pain. Suddenly, everything went blurry as he was lifted into the air.

A soft beeping noise awoke Will in a bright room. He was dressed differently, sitting on top of a very uncomfortable bed. There was a needle in his arm as well, pushing some sort of clear liquid into his veins. The room was empty. When he looked through the clear glass doors, he saw a sea of doctors and nurses running around the room, completely ignoring him. His mother was in the middle, talking to a certain man in a white coat. Behind his mother was a woman. She had soft features to go with her long brown hair. She was wearing a white dress. Will froze. The woman wouldn't stop looking in his direction. Her face was blurred, but not as much as before. She had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. The beeping began to get faster and faster, as a nurse came in and tried to comfort him. But a few seconds later, he was unconscious.

 

 

this is SO good christina!!

i love it!!

:D:D:D:D:D

[coldplayisawesome]

christina, i love your story!! :heart:

[pickle]

BROOKEY!

[coldplay_is_louve.]

thanks brooke!!

 

someone's excited to see you. :uhoh::P!!

[BerrymanGirl1]

:lol:

[coldplayisawesome]

thanks brooke!!

 

someone's excited to see you. :uhoh::P!!

 

:uhoh: i see...

 

 

 

LOW! :D

 

 

i'm working on my story! :dance:

[pickle]

yay! :lol:

[BerrymanGirl1]

:D:DBrookes working on her story!!!!!!:dance::dance:

[pickle]

I KNOW!

[jknc]

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[pickle]

:lol: great story! i found Businessman A and B funny...:shrug: just they're names...yes? no? maybe, so?

[jknc]

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